It's been one week and a couple days since I went to the bad part of the town and met Calum.
I never stopped thinking, worrying, about the small and broken boy.
The thoughts of other men using him for his body made me nervous and angry.
He could be in a lot of danger and sometimes I couldn't even close my eyes and sleep without worrying.
The job he has isn't a safe one and I was pretty sure he deserves something better than this.
I mean, I knew practically nothing about him and I was still so attached.
He offered me a blowjob, I gave him my money and now I can't stop thinking about how he's doing, if he's okay and what had happened in his life that he had to start selling his body.
I wanted to know more about him, protect him.
God, I was crazy.
I would probably never even see the boy again.
"Man, are you even listening?" Ashton asked, a slightly angry expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else. Can you tell me again?"
He smirked, "I know exactly where your mind was."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, you imagined having rough sex with me on the table."
I scoffed, "Right, as if I would fuck you."
He looked at me fake offended and went back to texting his girlfriend, which made me groan in annoyance since he never does something else.
My thoughts wandered back to Calum and I bit my lip.
This time I wasn't worrying, no.
This time I was thinking about his pretty pink lips, wrapped around my hard member and one part of me enjoyed it, while the other hated me for the dirty thoughts.
"Fuck," I cursed and Ashton looked at me confused. "Can I take a shower, please?"
He nodded, still confused but didn't question it which I was very thankful for.
After wanking in the shower I put my clothes back on and told Ashton that I had to leave. He said that I should drop by again tomorrow if I had time.
I sat down in my car and took a deep breath, then started driving, ending up at the exact same spot I ended up a week ago.
But, I couldn't really remember where to find him, so I had to walk around a little bit and it was, just like last week, very uncomfortable.
I let out a sigh of relief when I spotted Calum, because I really didn't want to walk around on those streets any longer.
But, I couldn't get to him. He was talking to a man who looked rich, but also very old and that made me cringe. My heart dropped when he took this man's hand in his, probably leading him to the hotel room where he also brought me last week.
I wanted to stop them, then remembered that Calum probably needed this and would hate me if I would ruin the chance of him getting a lot of money.
Because this week I couldn't just give him money, I had not much left for this month after last week.
So I sat down on a bench in front of the building and waited until the customer left.
Well, who would have guessed that it would take them forty minutes?
I pushed the pictures of Calum and the man doing it away and got up when I saw him leaving the hotel.
My brain never really remembered hotel room numbers or telephone numbers, so it was quite difficult for me to find Calum's room again.
But then I started hearing small sobs and followed them, leading me to a room where the door wasn't fully closed. I saw Calum sitting on the bed, crying and decided to open the door slowly, closing it behind me.
The room smelled like smoke and sweat, it was disgusting.
"What -- what are you doing here?" Calum said in between sobs and it broke my heart.
"I don't know."
Because really, what was I doing there?
Calum's life was none of my business, I never should've come here in first place.
But, I couldn't leave now. I couldn't leave him alone.
"Why are you crying?" I asked, awkwardly standing in front of him.
From what I could tell, he was still naked, the sheets covering his private parts. His hair was messy, eyes red, probably from crying. He immediately covered his bare chest when he saw that I was eyeing him.
"Please don't l-look at me. I'm so, so disgusting."
Tears were streaming down his face again and I decided to sit down and hug him. He gripped my shirt and cried into my chest for probably half an hour, but I didn't mind.
"Can I leave you alone f-for five minutes? I w-want to take shower," he stuttered and I nodded, then unwrapped my arms from his tiny body.
He was so small.
Calum wrapped the blanket around him, then got up and walked to the bathroom which was attached to the hotel room.
I also got up and went to the really small balcony. All this was too much for me and maybe I was overreacting, but I really needed a cigarette right now.
I pulled one out and lit it up, inhaling and then blowing out the smoke.
"What am I doing here?" I whispered to myself and took another drag.
The view from the balcony wasn't pretty, you could directly look into the hotel rooms on the other side of the street and I wasn't surprised to see shadows of people having sex.
A few more minutes passed and I just stared at the ground, smoking my cigarette.
"Smoking is really bad for your lungs," a small voice said and I turned around, seeing Calum standing there.
And he was wearing a pink sweater.
"Yeah, I know," I replied and took one last drag from the cigarette, then smudged what was left of the cancer stick onto the ashtray next to me, allowing it to die down.
"Then why do you do it?" he asked.
"It's hard to stop when you're addicted to something."
Calum nodded. "Can we go inside? It's very cold."
Now it was my turn to nod and we entered the room again, closing the door.
He sat down on the now neat bed and looked at me, then patted the spot next to him, telling me to sit down.
It was quiet for a few minutes, until I decided to break the silence.
"Why were you crying?"
"Why do you care?"
"I asked first."
He sighed and looked down at his hands, fingers playing with the end of his sweater. "I don't know. I always cry after sleeping with customers. I -- there are always so much thoughts running around my head and -- and voices that tell me that I'm disgusting.
"I hate -- I really hate myself for this. For everything," Calum said and I saw the tears forming in his eyes again. "I hate myself so much."
"Please don't say this, you shouldn't hate yourself. And don't cry, Calum. It will ruin your mascara."
He looked at me and smiled a little.
And I knew that probably everything in his life sucked, but in that moment, the smile was real.
Even if it was a small one, it was still real.
And then he hugged me and he smelled like cherries and everything nice and I knew,
I couldn't let him live this horrible life he was living.
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