Ecstasy (boyxboy)

Chapter 6

Ghost's POV

I walk towards the parking lot to where the jeep is parked and I throw the groceries in.

'Ughhh!!! Why am I such a fuck up!!!.' My head explodes, and I kick the hood of my car.

Okay... So it might not have been a good idea to kiss my best friend on the mouth. But my clueless stupid self had seen it as a good chance for David to get over me.

How ironic cause now he's just staying away from me.

For the past four days, he has avoided me, hiding away in his room and spending most of his time at classes or in the library.

And I've been on my own with Aubrey, in between work with Mr Hagen and getting info for the DIR.

With each day of David avoiding and ignoring me passes by, I feel myself sinking back into that lonely dark place I'd buried years ago. My need for social interaction and communication with the most important people in my life had become so overwhelming that if I did not soothe it, I'd go insane in days.

I had tried to get Marcia to spend time with me in a bid to ease my loneliness but as always, she was 'too busy with the lovely Selena'. The thought irks me as jealousy fills me up. Marcia used to be my best friend and David the third wheel in our relationship.

With an abusive homophobic older brother in the prison we'd all been kept, I had been all she had. That was until, Selena came and took her to her world of rainbows and glitter and sunshine.

'You hadn't minded then.' My subconscious mocks me. I needed my best friend happy and Selena made her that. And David and I had gotten closer. And then we had Aubrey. And we were happy. All of us.

But when his love for me had gotten deeper, and then things began to go down the drain, I had been blind to it. Like most things.

He would always walk away when I complained that my hypersexual needs were too much for me to control, knowing I was going to be fucking some random off the streets in a few minutes or so. Or how he would become distant when I fell in love with a girl for the fiftieth time and left her heart broken when I moved onto the fifty first. Or when I hooked up with multiple women at a party, not because I needed to, but because I wanted to.

He had become much more tender as well, cuddling me to sleep when my depression took over, watching me when mania made me so giddy that I became reckless and dangerous, hugging me for no reason whatsoever.

How he would try to hold my hand, or how I would feel his stare on me at odd times, like when we watched our favourite MCU films. Or how he made me breakfast almost every morning or tried to tend to my injuries after an intense training session or a fight on the streets.

A thousands clues that he had gone from platonic to romantic and like the blind fool I am, I'd missed it.

I guess the saying love is blind should be bullshit as it's really love is blind and so are those who are loved.

I reach home and set the groceries on the counter heading to my room. I lay down and look at the ceiling.

Its so lonely in here and I feel repulsion hit me. I've always hated silence. It was all I had in my childhood after my brother was taken to England and I was left with my nanny. Even then my mother had never been around, coming home once a month. All I'd had was silence in that very big house. Eat, read, solving the equations I was given, eat, sleep, repeat.

I stare at the ceiling, the black blurry and white illuminating and indicating the outlines and surfaces. I could only tell the colours apart because they were the only ones I could see.