Warnings ⚠: Child Abuse, Rape, Violence, Religion, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Use of Slurs, Homophobia, Bullying, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Actions, Gun Use
Josiah's P.O.V
-Friday, October 22nd-
... Did he just fall asleep?
That quickly?
Again?
I guess it's starting to get late, but... He shouldn't be sleeping yet.
Every day, I'm more and more convinced that something is severely wrong with him.
I don't understand how he just falls asleep like that. As soon as he lays down, he passes out.
I don't know.
... I'll ask him about it again later.
What can I do right now?
I definitely shouldn't fall asleep, too. Even though I'm tired.
What time is it, again?
6:17, that's what he told me. It's probably closer to 6:30 by now. I have to leave in, like, twenty minutes. At most.
I don't want to think about what would happen if I was home even a minute after 7:00.
I sigh and shift to lay down, adjusting Damien as much as I can. He is out cold. I swear that nothing will wake him up.
I'll let him sleep. He must be so tired.
And I'll...shut my eyes. Just for a while.
I'll wake him up in about fifteen minutes so we can leave...
...
Next thing I know, I'm curled up in a little ball against Damien.
I rub my eyes.
I think I fell asleep for a moment there...
It seems to be pitch black outside, and in here. That happened...awfully quick. I know it's the middle of October, but still...
My phone is on the table by the couch. I pick it up to check just how late it is.
I can't imagine what would happen if it's too late...
9:27.
Fuck.
I drop my phone onto the floor.
My hands are shaking.
I feel a scream slip from my throat, shaky hands coming up and running through my hair repeatedly.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
Fuck.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
I feel a hand on my back, and my first instinct is to flinch away.
"Josiah, it's just me. It's okay. What's wrong?" Damien asks me.
I want to respond, but when I go to speak, I just whine.
I shake my head. He'll have to figure this one out on his own.
"You're not talking again? That's okay. I'll wait. You're okay." He tries to assure me.
No.
Don't fucking wait.
"I...have...have to...go- Damien..." I stammer, forcing my eyes open to look at him. I can't bring myself to look at his face.
"What do you- Oh... OH. What time is it?" He grabs his phone, "Holy shit."
I pull my hair, curling my hands into fists.
"Come on. Let's get you home." He stands.
"I-I can't...move." I tell him.
Please let me stay here forever. Please.
I never want to go home.
"Can I carry you? Is it okay if I pick you up?"
I force a nod, because I know I can't stay here. Damien seems really afraid of his parents knowing about us...about anyone knowing about us.
Except for the chef. The chef seems nice.
I don't want Damien to get in trouble...
He picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck.
"I'm okay. I can carry you." He promises.
I bury my face against his collarbone, tears soaking his shirt.
"S-So-Sorry..."
He just places a hand on my back and rubs it, shushing me gently. He carries me out the door, and somehow manages to get me down the stairs. He places me in the passenger seat of his car, and I just thank God he isn't making me ride his motorcycle right now.
I don't think I could hold on.
...I don't think I would want to hold on.
"I can't believe I fell asleep. I am so sorry. It's going to be okay." He says unconvincingly, as he sits in the driver's seat and starts the car up as fast as he can. He pushes the button to open the garage.
"S...S..." I shiver, "Seat belts." I have to remind him.
"Are you fucking serious right now?!" He snaps.
"Please!" I just yell back.
He reaches over and buckles me in, before doing the same for himself.
Maybe it's ridiculous, but it calms me down a bit. At least I know Damien is safe.
He pulls out of the garage and onto the road. He probably has the way to my house memorized by now.
"I'm so fucking stupid." He mutters to himself.
I want to reply to him.
I wish I could speak, damn it...
I curl my knees tightly to my chest, rubbing tears out of my eyes. I try to stop crying, but I know there's no way I can stop.
The car ride feels long as hell. When we get there, Damien hands me my cell phone.
"Can I come in with you?" He asks, concerned.
Hell no. I know what he would do.
"No. N-No." It would only make things worse. And he could get hurt. I don't want him in my house ever again.
"Okay. If anything happens, you come right back out here and I will take you far away from here. If everything is okay, text me so I know," He instructs, reaching over and opening the door next to me then stroking my hair back, "Do you understand?!"
I nod quickly.
He pecks my cheek before sitting back in his seat.
"Be careful." He warns.
I nod again, and force myself to step out. I somehow reach the door, clutching the doorknob and turning it.
I sigh, to keep myself from sobbing.
I go inside and immediately hear my father's voice.
"Who's in the driveway?" He questions.
He is sitting on the couch, and I feel his eyes lock on me as soon as I come in.
"Damien." I squeak.
"Is he waiting to know if you're okay?" He knows exactly what's going on.
I swallow hard. "Y-Yeah." I hold my phone against my chest.
"Close the door. Text him and tell him everything is okay."
I really, really don't want to...
But I do. I push the door shut behind myself and turn on my phone.
Josiah: Everyone is asleep its okay you can leave
I send.
End