Monty's Favorite Drug

Chapter 6: Back to normal

Winston's POV

Beep beep! I open my eyes to the sound of my alarm buzzing in my room. It's 6am, we had to get up extra early so Monty can get his school stuff from his house.

I sit up in bed. I can feel Monty moving in the bed.

I put my underwear, a t shirt, and some shorts on. I start to walk out of my room. I stop at my doorway to turn around and look at Monty. He's not used to waking up this early.

I go downstairs to make some breakfast for him. I scramble some eggs to the best of my ability. I also try to make some bacon, but it just comes out burnt. I'm not used to this while cooking thing.

I take the eggs and burnt bacon up stairs to Monty so he can at least eat before he goes.

I'm a few feet away from my room but I can hear Monty. It sounds like he's on the phone with someone. It's a guy on the other line who sounds mad.

"I told you Dad, I was at Charlie's this weekend. I'm sorry I didn't mean to raise my voice, but everything is okay I'm not gonna cause any trouble this time."

Monty's voice. It sounds so fearful. For someone so guarded I've never seen him with act like this, granted I've only spent a few days with him, but he never showed this emotion.

Monty was fearful and apologetic. Monty's tough and strong what does he have to be afraid of?

"Okay, yes sir, I'll see you later." He hangs up the phone and is upset. He kicks the wall in anger.

He turns around to look at me. "I'm sorry about your wall." He apologizes to me.

"Don't worry about it. Are you okay? I mean obviously not if your angry enough to hurt my wall."

"It's just my dad. I've gotta go." He walks right past me not even looking back at me. It's like when he walked out on Saturday, but this time I'm not sure if he's gonna come back.

I grab a piece of paper and a pen.

I start to chase after Monty before he can leave. "Monty wait up." He stops in his tracks.

"So that's it, we fuck all weekend and now you wanna leave without a goodbye?" I ask him. I should've been more delicate with my words to try and not make him upset, but after all that he want to leave just like that. It came off a little aggressive.

"What the fuck do you expect. An goodbye? An I love you? A I'll call you?" He raises his voice at me.

"I'm... I'm not a fucking faggot. I'm not gonna do any of that shit. You were just a distraction for the weekend and now the weekend's over. I've gotta get back to my normal life now." This is like what happened on Friday night. Only this time he's not saying this out of pain, it's out of anger. Last time it felt like he was trying to convince himself. Now it seems he's done that and is trying to convince me.

"I know your not a faggot, I just that you'd say at least something." I'm not sure what's wrong with him right now, but I don't believe he's like this. Something else is up.

"Well I will say something, you're a fucking faggot and I'm not, so leave me the fuck alone."

I'm not sure what hurt more when we hooked up and beat me up. Or him telling me that.

"Fine, but here." I shove the paper in his chest and start to walk upstairs to my room.

"The fuck is this?" He ask without even looking at the damn paper.

"It's a phone number. It was supposed to be if you ever wanted to contact this faggot to hmmm i don't know have another weekend where I'm your distraction, but I guess not." I'm just so dumb. I really thought, I'm not sure what I thought.