Later that night as I walked home, I couldn't help the feeling Maxx yet again was being attacked just because of me. I continued to walk home as I usually did after school unless doing stuff with Maxx. But I felt weird about it. Like something was not right.
¨Mcgregor Street. Corey. Ah. Alright then.¨ I murmured to myself.
As I walked, the chains on my waist continued clanging together. It was annoying but that's what you get for being emo.
I walked down Taggart Road as I turned down Queenston to my house. I opened the door as it was getting late.
I spent hours with Maxx so I was quite exhausted afterward.
I tried opening the door to the house, but the door was locked. I checked under some soil in the plant we sometimes put the key into, but it had been missing as well. I looked around to see if anyone was looking but to my surprise, I saw Zach in the bushes watching me with a sort of weird-ass grin on his face.
¨Can I help you?¨I asked awkwardly.
¨Yeah. Give me all you got.¨ He smirked.
¨Oh fuck off Zach.¨ I blushed slightly, thinking of Maxx.
¨What? You wanna go around fucking Maxx and expect me not to want you in me too? I heard you are good at it. I pressured that boyfriend of yours into telling me everything.¨
I looked at him furiously.
¨Why? And why the fuck would I fuck you when you know I have a boyfriend?¨ I asked.
¨Well. If he didn't he would be killed and have you badly hurt. Just like the car incident. And I would tell everyone about you and him too, just to make your life a living hell.¨ He grinned.
¨And.¨ He pressed his finger on my lips.
¨Sh. I am speaking.¨ He continued.
¨I wanna fuck you because~ Hm. Why do I? OH YEAH! Because I wanna feel every inch of you.¨ He burst out laughing.
¨Okay. Not funny. Come inside and we can talk shit out.¨ I demanded.
¨No. I wanna talk here in front of my friends.¨ He smirked.
¨Fine. We can.¨ I looked at them.
¨Do shit to Maxx and see how easily your death will be.¨ I announced.
¨Actually. Slow and painful.¨ I continued.
¨Okay. Jeez. Let me come inside.¨ He tried opening my door.
¨Goodbye.¨ I looked at him furiously.
¨Okay. Okay, lover boy. We're gone.¨ He ran down the stairs to his friend.
¨Thanks.¨ I reached under my doormat to grab the key, which to my surprise yet again was not there.
¨Fucking hell.¨ I said furiously.
I pounded on the door a few times before some girl answered the door.
¨Hello?¨ She asked.
No fucking wonder shit was misplaced. This isn't even my mother.
¨Wheres is the fucking key?¨ I asked letting myself in.
¨LEAVE NOW!¨ She demanded.
¨eave my fucking HOUSE NOW.¨ I demanded back.
Surprised she bowed and left.
¨Fuck you, ugly ass bitch.¨ I scoffed.
I turned and saw my mom standing there.
¨Micheal?¨ She asked.
¨No Mom. Damien.¨ I replied.
¨ Your name Micheal. End of discussion. You don't need to change your name to something that'll never happen. I got you your surgery. I got ur Testosterone Micheal. Go to bed.¨ She asked.
¨MOM. MICHEAL IS DEAD.¨ I shouted.
¨ARE YOU TAKING YOUR MEDS?¨ I asked.
¨Yes?¨ She smiled.
¨Take your meds, Mom. Micheals dead. The surgery killed him. You know this.¨ I got all teary-eyed, as I sat down.
¨Oh Damien. I am sorry.¨ She sighed as she came over and hugged me tightly.
¨Mom. Please stop bringing Michie into our conversations.¨ I asked.
¨Okay dear. I am sorry.¨ She sighed.
¨It's okay.¨ I stood up and I walked over to the kitchen.
I grabbed a drink and made some ramen then headed upstairs to my room.
I was slowly passing out before...