Daydreamer

I know I forgave Tyler and he forgave me.
I know we agreed to put the past behind us.

Then why the hell am I here, standing in front of the house – Austin’s house to be exact –?

There’s unfinished business that needs to be taken care of.

I slammed my fist against the door repeatedly, harshly knocking.

No answer.

I knocked again, quickly losing my patience.
A groan and footsteps came from the other side, and soon the door opened.

“Hm, never thought I’d see you here again.”

He stepped aside, motioning me to come in.
I did so and balled up my hands to keep them from shaking.

Keep calm. Keep in control.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Michael?”
He came closer and was about to place a hand on me, but I moved back.

“Cut the shit, Austin. I came here to settle some things.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and leant against the wall.

“I don’t want you anywhere near Tyler ever again. I know that you touched him. I know that you gave him those red pills. I know that you sent him to some sick fuck to get more pills, which ended up in him getting raped.”

“I told Tyler to be careful. I warned him—”
“That’s not the fuckin’ point! You knew it was dangerous! You shouldn’t have sent him in the first place!”

“He was desperate. You had a bit of a role in this, too.”
“Don’t fuckin’ turn this on me!”

My hands started to tremble.

“It’s not my fault you can’t control your anger. Poor kid was devastated when you hit him and yelled at him. You should be thanking me for being there to comfort him.”

“Drugging him up and fucking him isn’t comfort!”

Calm down. Calm down!

“He seemed pretty content with it, especially the way he moaned my name that night.”

A smirk made its way onto his lips and I lost it.

My fist collided with his jaw, knocking him to the ground.
I smiled, seeing the blood pour from his nose.

“I don’t know what I saw in you back then…”
“You were desperate, just like the other guys I fucked before.”

I leant down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

I should let go. I’ve made my point.

If only I actually listened to myself.

Austin managed to collide his forehead with mine and punch me in the stomach.

More punches were thrown – some were dodged, others weren’t.
I managed to land another blow to his face.

However, Austin pushed me away from him, causing me to fall back.

Everything went black for a moment.

There was a ringing in my ears, followed by a throbbing pain in the back of my head.

“Michael…?”

The voice was distant over the ringing, but still audible.

“Shit…! Michael…?!

I opened my eyes, vision blurry.

Someone was waving his hand in my face.

“Shit…! Shit shit shit! Say something, Michael!”
I didn’t move or speak.

My head hurts.

I turned my head slightly, worsening the pain, but also feeling something cold – sharp – and something warm – liquid – against my face.

“Shit…!”

I was slipping in and out of consciousness, feeling my body being dragged before completely fading out.

My head really fuckin’ hurts.