Chapter 2 Nathan

I have been staring at my ceiling and slowly regretting my decision to let my mom and her bitch ass husband stay with me until the extermination process was complete. They said they didn’t know how long it would last. Could be weeks, months or even years. I cannot deal with these motherfuckers for another day.

I forced myself up out of bed and my head started to spin. I have been drinking a lot more than usual. I ran my hand through my messy hair and down my face as I tried to shake away the headache and sleep. I let out a groan as the slight ringing in my ears faded off and the terrible sound of my step-dads voice screaming at my mom. Fucking Christ.

I got out of bed and threw on the same sweatshirt I have been wearing for the past three weeks. It smelled like alcohol and desperation but that was fine by me. Maybe it could be used as a call for help. I desperately need it with fucked up things that had happened in my family in the past six years.

I walked into the living room and my step-dad had a vase that my older sister got me in his hand. That was the last thing she got me before she disappeared out of my life forever.

I ran up to him and snatched the vase out of his hand.

“What the fuck?” I yell and I use my sleeve and wipe off his grubby fingerprints of the vase before I sit it back on the TV stand.

“Tell your mother to stop being such a bitchy little slut!” He yelled at me as he pointed at my crying mom.

“That's enough.” I got in his face and pushed him against the wall. “Wanna say that again you sad sack of shit?” I asked.

He pushed me off of him and looked over my shoulder at my mother. “Tell your dick-sucking son to learn his place before I beat the shit out of his homo ass.” He yelled and I have taken enough from this alpha male wanna-be.

I punched him across the face and my mom screamed and he got up and tackled me. We both fell to the floor and I kneed him in the ribs and he attempted to strangle me. I gathered up my strength to flip him around so I could have the upper hand. I held him down as I punched him repeatedly until his eyes shut. In the midst of my rage I felt delicate hands wrap around my shoulders and pull me off my step-dad. I slowly tried to calm myself down as I wiped the blood off my face.

“You got him baby, just please stop hitting him.” She cried as she hugged me.

I stood there in her embrace, not hugging back but not moving either. I wanna fucking kill this bastard.

“I want him out of my home. You can stay but he needs to go.” I tell her as I head back to my room.

“But-”

“No. No buts. He is getting out today.” I say before slamming my bedroom door.

I couldn’t do this, not today, not at all. I was getting really fucking tired of trying to hurt my mom but it’s even worse when he actually tried to start shit in my own fucking home. It’s idiotic. However, what would I know, I do idiotic shit all the time no matter the situation.

I took off my hoodie and threw on a clean shirt before I changed my sweatpants out for baggy ripped jeans. I did not wanna be in the same space as that old bitch any longer.

I stepped out of the house and walked to the main floor. I could bet a million dollars that I looked like shit and my hair was messy but I don’t care, how could I? Nobody was worth impressing and I am too lazy to put in the effort. Also my Synesthesia would never let me be with someone without seeing a dumb or ugly color or having a bitter taste in my mouth. It was just my life. That's why I couldn't stand being in the same place as my moms husband. He quite literally put a bad taste in my mouth.

I stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus. I didn’t know where I was going or how long I was gonna be out. I Just wanted to leave as fast as possible. I let out a loud sigh before I heard a familiar rasp of a sports car. Just then, the same black car came speeding past me. I watched as it turned the corner at the end of the street. I am getting a ride. I ran down the alleyway of the apartment complex and hopped the wooden picket fence that split off from the street they went down. I heard the roar of the car racing down the street and I ran into the middle of the road the moment my feet hit the sidewalk. The same sports car zoomed down the street at top speed and made a screeching sound as it quickly avoided hitting me.

“What the fuck!” A man rolled down his window and yelled at me. Usually voices of people like him make me wanna vomit but instead I felt a sweet tang in my mouth. Who is this guy?

“I wanna ride.” I say calmly, still standing in the middle of the street in front of this very expensive car.

“What? You can't just run in front of a car and demand a ride. Are you crazy?” He yelled.

I ignored his question. I walked over to the passenger's seat and climbed in, shutting the door and making eye contact with him. He was really hot and so fucking god-like.

“What the hell?” He said calmly, almost like he was asking me if I was being serious. He paused for a second as his eyes widened. “Oh mio Dio, sei tu.”

“English. I can’t speak whatever the hell that is!” I say as I gesture my hand at him.

He shook his head, knocking himself out of his own daze.

“Fine. I'll be your fucking uber. Where to?” He asked as he started up the car.

“Nowhere. Just take me on a joy ride.” I say as I sit back, staring in front of me.

He looked at me for a second and rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Buckle up-” He stopped short and stared at me. I got the hint and answered.

“Nathan. You?” I asked.

“Oliver.” He looked back at the street as he messed with the engine. “You gonna buckle up?”

I looked at him and grabbed the roof of the car. “No. if we crash and I die, burn my body in the woods. Understood?” I asked with a death stare and he just smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He was so perfect I couldn’t even think straight.

He scoffed and in a matter of seconds he raced down the street and drifted around sharp corners. I smiled at the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The excitement was too much but it was still so fun. This was stupid. I knew it was stupid. But I also know that I was stupid, in every way. No harm no foul. This dumb decision I have made was just one of many. If I see something like this just happening, I will do everything and anything to be in the same place that it occurred. My sister said I would get myself hurt or even killed if I kept this up but I don’t care. I don’t want to care. All I want is this. Being in a fast as fuck sports car going down every street at top speed with a hot guy that didn’t make me wanna vomit. This was a dream come true.

A few minutes went by and I started to hear the faint sounds of police sirens in the distance. I looked in the rearview mirror as the noise started to get closer and closer. A police car came speeding towards us and I looked at Oliver.

He was smiling like the devil and I could see fire in his eyes. This man is a freak. I smiled and he went faster than before. We turned a corner and three more police cars came out of thin air. Oliver drifted around them and went down a tight alleyway. The police sirens closed in behind us but then the sound slowly drifted away as we went farther and farther down the alleyway.

I let out a sigh and laughed before Oliver joined me with his little chuckle.

“What the hell.” I laughed as I sat back in my seat.

Oliver slowed down as he turned out of the alleyway.

“So, Was it fun?” He asked as he parked and turned towards me.

“Hell yeah. Definitely would do that again.” I say as I turn my head towards him.

His accent sounded familiar but I couldn’t tell from where. Would it be rude to ask? Probably, my sister would’ve thought it was rude. Fuck it.

“What's your accent from?” I ask as I sit forward but still stare at him.

Oliver sat back and let out a scoff before he decided to answer my question.

“I’m Italian. Are they really that stupid?” He asked as he pulled out a cigarette from the box that sat in his pocket.

“Hey! Watch it motherfucker.” I said, mocking his accent before I sat back attempting to calm myself down.

Oliver laughed. This bitch did not know what was coming. I was ready to kick his ass all the way to next year. I was gonna make this man a Freddie Krueger look-alike if he didn’t knock it off.

“Sorry.” He said through laughing tears.

This guy was pissing me the fuck off.

“Shut up before I beat the fuck out of you.”

Oliver’s laughter faded away and he ran his hand through his hair.

“Why did you run in the middle of the street and ask a stranger for a ‘joy ride’?” He asked, still smiling from the laughter.

“I don’t know. I don’t really have a reason for most things I do.” I replied.

I looked out the car window and saw the brightness of the golden hour. The sun was setting and I didn’t want to go home. I sighed and brushed my hair out of my face.

“What?” He asked. The sweet cotton candy-like taste filled my senses.

“Nothing. Just bored now.” I say truthfully. It wasn’t easy for me to lie. I was always blunt when it came to things like this.

“Tough.” He scoffed and gripped the steering wheel. “Wanna go back to my place?”

I looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. This guy could be fun to fuck around with. I nodded and he smiled. Oliver started the car and took off at lightning speed.

I rolled down the window and felt the wind flow through my hair. It felt amazing. Almost like I was a teenager again, almost like that coma never happened.

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WE ARRIVE AT HIS place and it wasn’t all I was expecting. The house wasn’t some big mansion. It was normal. It was a basic lower middle class home. It looked nice and cozy, like a family of four were living there happily. Out of nowhere, I felt a hand graze my back. I froze up until I realized it was Oliver.

“Are you gonna go in or?” He asked and I nodded.

He walked up the porch steps and unlocked the door. He moved to the side so I could go in. I took one look around and immediately knew he was not supposed to live in a house like this. On the outside it was just a nice and quaint home. On the inside it had white walls with a golden rim. There were expensive paintings and plants. I walked down the hall and saw the doorway to the living room. The room had a piano and very high priced couches and chairs. A huge flat screen tv was mounted on the wall over a beautiful fireplace. I looked in awe.

“Why do you live in a house like this when you’re clearly rich.” I asked as he walked up behind me.

“Eh, the less I need to clean, the better. I’m terrible at picking up after myself.” He replied as he moved past me. I felt the brush of his length move against my waist and my cock shot up to the feel of him. The random ass man will not be the death of me. I refuse.

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