Chapter 5

Ellias

After he'd drunk up and I had us cleaned up, I got in the covers next to him.

He quickly shifted to the other side of the bed and stared at me with a skeptical look on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Aftercare. I was going to hold you.”

“Cuddle me?” he asked, cocking his head.

“Yes.” 

“Uh-uh, I already got enough aftercare from you.”

“Are you against physical contact outside of sex?”

“I don't need cuddles. I got what I wanted, thank you very much.” he gets out of bed. “Now I'm going to leave.

“How are you feeling?”

He stops and turns to me. 

“You look confused.”

He shakes his head. “No. I am okay,thank you.”

“Then let me drive you hom.”

He burst out laughing. His frame shakes and I watch in amusement wondering what was so funny. “ told you you'd want more.”

“I would be more than willing to fuck you again but that is not what im asking. Let me drive you.”

“I appreciate the offer,boy but I can do that.”

“Then drive me.”

“You’re a smart ass yourself.”

I lean back and smirk. “I own up the name.”

He laughs. “I have to leave. Long day tomorrow.”

“Youre going to be okay,right?”

“I didn't take you to be the clingy type.”

 “With subdrop, I mean. I know it can be…”

He waves his hand, cutting me off. “I know how to take care of myself,I've been doing it for as long as I can remember.”

“Okay. Take care, stranger.”

He leaves without another word.

I picked up my phone to check the time just as I received a notification from leon.

Leon: I just saw your guy leave. He looked well fucked.

I replied with a grinning emoji.

Leon: Are you going home now?

I spread myself on the bed before typing. ‘Not sure. I'm pretty exhausted.’

Leon: You're driving us home,remember? That's the reason you didn't get drunk tonight.

Right. I'm always his ride. 

‘I didn't get drunk because I needed to be sober for sex.’

Leon: yeah,yeah. Come get me. I'm done with my shift.

‘Only if you promise to drive.’

Leon: if you promise not to tell me exactly what happened in that room.

I laugh before responding with ‘deal.’

I freshened up once more and went out to meet with Leon. True to my promise I didn't narrate the entire play to him,mostly because he wasn't interested and I was tired.

“Since I'm going to the accommodation. Will you drive home later on, or will you stay?”

“Ill stay. I need to start preparing for the test  and moving back and forth isn't going to work in my favour.”

We drove in silence.

The week after my one night stand went on normally. Attending classes, thinking about him, jerking off and repeating.

Until i received the text

Your father is dead.

I stared at the notification plainly before setting the phone down.

I replayed the words over and over again in my head until the logic part of me connected with my emotions.

My chest constrained, hands clenched on my laps,palms sweaty,my breathing ragged. I frowned trying to understand if there was any other meaning to the message.

I couldn't find any.

The world didn't stop. The professor kept on rambling, the two girls behind me were not doing a good job at keeping their tone down and hiding their gossip , the guy beside me kept chewing his pen. Everything kept moving on.

The world didn't stop but I wish it had.

I stared at the front,words getting blurred by my tears.

I didn't wipe it away. I couldn't move. My muscles felt like they had been replaced with lead, pinning me to the chair while the rest of the room carried on in its nauseatingly normal rhythm.

"Mr. Thorne? Are you with us?”

I couldn't move. I tried to but everything was still yet moving so fast that I felt nauseous.

“Mr.Thorne.” the voice cut through again. A firm hand on my shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

I didn't respond. Couldn't. I just shoved my books into my bag with trembling hands.

I dragged myself out without a word.The gossiping girls falling silent as I passed. The stares of everyone in the class burning into my back.

I hit the campus air and ran. I ran until the burning in my lungs drowned out the screaming in my heart. But no matter how fast I went, I couldn't outrun the thought that had begun to rot in my mind: My mother was the one who sent the text.

Cold. Brief. Efficient.

Just like who she is.

Just like she wanted him gone.

My legs gave out and all went dark.