✧ Unexpected turns ✧

Chapter six : Luther

After a while he figured out Dave was rough like that, there weren't any soft touches or pecks with him, ever.

"Sometimes we did less, sometimes more. It doesn't matter."

He was just getting to what really mattered.
"I had told some friends about this little crush of mine"

He didn't want to remember any of it, but he had to continue.

"And some months ago I told them how this crush wasn't a crush anymore." "And.."

He didn't want to say it. He didn't want to talk about them right now. So he stopped talking completely.

She didn't let it slide.

"And?"
When would he get over this?

"And they told my dad." he felt empty, he felt exactly like how he had that day.

They we're kissing, really kissing.

And his one hand was lying on Luther's neck, the other cupped his face harshly.

Like any other day, he wasn't gentle, it just wasn't who Dave was.

There was the sound of a phone buzzing, they ignored it. Or maybe Dave just didn't hear it.

It stopped but they continued.

Then the sound started again. Dave paused, it was his phone.

He patted his cheek lightly.

"I gotta get this, wait for me yeah?"
He'd waited years for him, one phonecall was nothing.

Until one phonecall was everything.

Dave went to another room and when he came back..

"Get out."

"Wha- Why? Who was on the phone?"

"Your father, Luther, it was your father."

"Oh, well what did he say?"

"No, what did you say? What the fuck did you tell him?"

"I- nothing, I don't know what you're talking about. What did he say?"

"He knows! Luther, about us! He knows about us."

"What? How?"

"You tell me Luther. How could your father possibly know about this? Come on now don't play dumb."

"Dave I swear I didn't tell him anything."

"Right.. Well I don't care, alright? Do you know I could lose my job over this, over your bullshit?"

"I'm sorry but you have to believe me, I really-"

"I don't ever want to see you again Luther. Now get out before I make you."

His hair was tangled and his clothes half off, he looked like a mess. But he got out carelessly.

That day, Luther's dream didn't come true, it turned into a nightmare.

"I had an appointment, and he got a call from my dad. Kicked me out immediately after."
It had been hell.

"Did you go home, after? How did you find out your friends were behind it?"
Why did she even ask? Why did she care?

"Exactly that, I went home, found them sitting there all innocently with my dad. Like nothing had happened." "And then I said some things... that I should've said."

"How could you do this to me!"

He yelled and cried at the three of them.
Emma, James and his dad.

"It's not their fault Luther please sit down and let's talk"
That was his father, always the 'reasonable' one, the peacemaker, always finding a solution for things.

"I don't want to fucking sit down!" "Now I knew you were a bitch from the start Emma I shouldn't have told you."
She was kind of a bitch.

"Don't talk like that to your friends-"
His dad tried

"But you too James? I thought I could trust you!"
He really did trust him, but not anymore.

"This was for your own good Luther."
James answer him.

"Therapy. That was for my own good. It was helping me!"

"Nothing that man did ever helped you Luther, you didn't eat, you didn't sleep, you were miserable! This just topped it off."
Emma stepped in too.

"That 'man' was the one good thing I had Emma! The one thing that made me happy. And you had to take it away from me!'

...

"I hate you!" he pointed at her.

"And you" then at James.

"And YOU." and finally at his dad.

"You're all dead to me."

He turned to leave, and his father followed him.

"Where are you going now?"
He asked, Luther almost didn't answer him.

"To find Dave."
He slammed the door behind him.

And, well, you already know the rest.