Dysfunctions

G e r a r d

Long story short,
The night went
Different than expected.

It turned out that
Frank was Mikey’s project
Partner in history,
So I couldn't really be mad
At him for
Bringing home Frank after I
Clearly warned
Him to stay away from the boy.

They soon adjourned
To Mikey’s room to
Start this project, and
Of course I had to
Ease drop.

To my surprise
There was
No talk
Besides project ideas
And meaningless
Gossip about
Other classmates,
Until the room went
Completely quiet.

I peeked in to see
Them fast
A sleep.

“Maybe this isn’t
That big of
A deal?” I thought.

Around 2 am,
I heard some
Noises threw
Out the house.

I got out of bed,
Not that I was doing
Much of sleeping anyway,
And made my way out my room.
I could see a small slither of light in
The dark house, coming from the bathroom.

The door was slightly open,
And upon peering in
I saw Frank perched in
The corner clenching a needle.
He slowly presses it to his veins,
As his dull eyes lightened up
With a burning excitement.

I watched as he injected
The murky substance of the
Syringe into himself, as he
Sighed with pleasure.

There was a curtain
Anger that burned within
Me at that moment.

A small bubbling of
Disgust.

But it slowly
Faded into
An aching woe
At the sight
Before me.

The multiple amounts of needle
Marks that littered his arm
And the sullen dark craters
Under his eyes
Made me anguish the boy who
Sat in the
Corner.

I slowly opened the door
And he look up at me
With foggy eyes, before uttering
“I’m sorry, I thought everyone
Was sleeping.” In a raspy voice.

The amount of heartache I felt
Towards this boy I've come to
Feel so indifferent about surprised
Me. I couldn't help but reach my
Hand out and get him to his feet.

He fell against me
And I walked him down the
Hall to my room,
Not wanting to disturb Mikey.

He stumbled along as I laid him
In the bed and sighed.

“You can sleep here,
I’ll be on the couch.” I stated,
Turning to walk away.

Before I could his cold
Fingers wrapped around my wrist.
“No. Please Stay.”

But I dismissed the Idea,
And reassured him that If he
Needed he could come
And get me, and made my
Way to the couch.

Sadly this isn’t the first time
I’ve dealt with a person
Severely under the influence.

Me and Mikey’s father was
Quite the doper as well.

To protect Mikey,
Who was 6 or 7 at the
Time from his rage
I’d have to subdue him
Constantly. Using any
Method that I could to get
Him through the trip
That he brought upon
Himself.

He left us eventually,
And I nor Mikey have seen him since.

Maybe that’s why I felt so
Disheartened by Frank’s
Recent condition.

Yet,
Like I was saying,


By morning,
Frank was up.
I however, was
Up all night.

I sat at the table
Clutching a cup of
Coffee and staring
Into the nothingness.

“Good Morning.”I said
Seeing the boy wonder
Into the living room.

His face beamed with a
Engrossing grin.

“Good Morning, sleep well?” He
Asked raising an eyebrow.

“More like,
Not at all.”

“Shame, your bed is
Really comfortable.”

Asshole.

“I bet.” I sighed.

He made his way too
Me and sat on the chair across from mine.
With no hesitation he kicked his feet
Up on the table and leaned back.

“You really know how to treat
A guest don’t you. They do hard drugs
In your bathroom, dip out a little,
You take the couch as they come down
In your bed.” He chuckled childishly.

And there was
The anger.

“Well, I could have thrown you
Out and let you find your
Way home” I retorted quickly,
His face dropping the grin.

“So I guess a Thank You is
What you’re gunning for here?”

“I’m not gunning for anything,
I just think its common courtesy
Not to shoot up in someone’s
Bathroom” I said, standing up
And walking to the coffee pot.

“You could have Joined me babe” He
Spoke in a sinful tone.

“As if” I said, walking
Past him with my newly full
Mug of coffee in hand.

“Come on man,
You’re dying for some action.
You’re like one big ball
Of sexual frustration.”

“Fuck off” I sighed sitting
On the couch.
Needless to say,
I was not trying to talk about
My sex life with him.

“You know your just dying
To get your rocks off.” He chuckled,
Standing up from the chair and
Looking at me with a smirk.

“Maybe so,
But not from some
Kid half my age,
Not to mention that said
Kid is a guy” I said, my
Discomfort growing.

“Girl, guy. It’s all the same.
Listen…I’ll help you with
This, frustration.
Free of charge.”

And sadly to say,
The temptation was there.
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m not gay.
But It’s has been
A long time
Since anyone has,
Let alone
Anything has touched
Me.

Right before I could open my
Mouth Mikey walked
Out of his room, yawning loudly.
“Good morning” He say wearily.

I sighed with relief,
And stood up.
“I’ll be in my room,
Don’t set the house on fire.”
I said, walking away from the
Situation.

And here I am now,
As I have been for the past
20 minutes, staring at the
White ceiling,
Thinking of what
Could
Have been.

Notes

Sorry for not updating for so long! I originally wrote the beginning of this and it was quite different from this, but then lost the file. Sooo I restarted and came out with this and honestly like it a lot better then the other! Also I've been kind of distracted reading this really good fic on this sight, that many of you have probably heard of Called "I Think I Like It". If not you should totally go check that out, because it's pretty amazing. Anyway, thanks for reading!! Please Rate/// Sub is you like it, and comment if you want! I love reading them <3
-Phobias