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The sound of rain felt like it was the only thing his mind was catching at this moment. Messing with him, feeling like a wall of sound, or road perhaps. I must be road, since he noticed he's been walking forward. But for how long? Where was he heading? God, everything seemed to be covered in dense noise.
Finally, something in his brain clicked, making him more and more aware. Numbness started to slowly fade away, uncovering the biting cold. The grip of his hand was holding on to his arm, which hung heavily below, lugging an unknown object. Eyelids set low, but not low enough to be the reason why he still couldn't get what he was staring at. Drops poking his back like it was making fun of him, maintaining his clothing wet. Then the sound of his steps joined in, it wasn't much, but along with rain, it created an agonizing looped rhythm. The headache hit him and it absolutely wasn't helping with getting what's going on.
Sight started focusing, showing concrete being beaten up by the rain. The view appeared to be filled with darkness and the only thing making it recognizable was the reflection of one pointed light, placed somewhere high above his head. Putting end to the repeatable sound of his footsteps, he stopped near the light. His arm met with a hard surface letting him catch his thoughts. Pulling face higher, he looked forward, letting his sight wander far. ...sidewalk.
Something flashed in the corner of his eye, and before he could react, a loud sound hit him from nowhere, causing him to flinch violently.
When his eyes met with the source of the fading sound, he saw a car driving away. A car, it was just a car.
"Fuck..." he breathed out, as the adrenaline still tossed around his chest.
The good thing was, it speeded up his awareness of his surroundings. Glam found himself by the road in the middle of the night. It was dark as shit. As he stayed there dully, he tried his best to gather his thoughts, but it seemed like his mind didn't want him to remember. Good thing he stayed under one of the lampposts that was still working, since most of them were dead or flickered uncontrollably. It wasn't as random sidewalk as he thought tho. He remembered finding a paperclip here, thanks to Chive. It could be yesterday, or maybe two weeks ago, he had no clue.
- How did the rehearsal go, son? Successfully, we played Mozart. -
Glam looked at the violin case in his right hand picking it up a little. It seemed like the instrument was probably the only thing that wasn't soaked, in contrast to his formal clothes. What was he doing in these, in the middle of the night? Was he heading to Chive? Or to his h-
- This isn't your home any longer! -
- You come back, and I won't let you in! -
The pulse started to crawl into his skull. The events of today hit him all at once. Banishment. His limbs began to grow heavy and his throat started to tight. He wasn't going home. Glam curled up still having to lay on the surface of lamppost for support. Hiding face behind his hand he let out a few sobs. Why? He hated that place, he hated them all. God, he even wished they all died sometimes, since all they've been causing was pain in every form.
Banishment. He chose it. So how could he now whine about it? His hand held on to his stomach, as it felt like being stung by several needles. Screams of his father spinned around his head, overwhelming him, saying what he should have done. That he should know better. That he should be grateful his father gave him a chance to be someone. And instead of it, he decided to listen to his own feelings. How childlish. A plaintive shout escaped him, leaving the feeling of a cut in his throat. Was he really that foolish? Choosing streets over highly placed family with perspectives? And for what? Playing metal?
Glam wiped his hot face. His fingers rested on the skin, trembling, as he tried to calm down. No, he knew he wasn’t stupid. He chose it. It was the only thing that kept him out of his miserable life, he couldn’t lose it. And in order to hold on to it, he had to leave. There wouldn’t be another chance, or way to gain freedom, to gain true happiness that was lacking from his life for too long. The family wouldn’t possibly understand, but there was one person who did. Rubbing his eyes he managed to push himself away from the lamppost, standing on his own. That's right, he couldn't stay here in the rain like that any longer. He had to push himself forward.
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There it was, Chive's home. Glam was standing in front of the door, but couldn't find the strength to knock yet. He didn't know how long it took him to find his way here, because of the rain and his, generally speaking, bad condition. In fact, he was barely standing, not feeling his feets and hands anymore ...Was it really okay for him to come there? He was sure that his father would rather find out that his nobody son proved him right by being found beside the road, robbed and sick. He didn't want to give him this kind of satisfaction. But putting Gustav beside, finding a safe place didn’t feel right. He expected punishment to which he was used to, coming from his father or not. And asking for help felt so god damn pathetic. Maybe he should-
To his surprise, the door cracked open before him, revealing his friend in loose clothes with his eyes barely open. As Chive noticed there's someone outside right in front of him he flinched and then sighed with relief as he recognized his pal.
"Oh what the fuck Glam" laughed Chive. "I think I pissed myself, what are you doing here?? It's like 4 am or some shit, the concert's overrr hahaha" he rubbed his eyes while his friend didn't say a word. He couldn't find one. Chive, not hearing any response, forced himself to look up.
"Glam?" He repeated as his smile slowly dropped seeing the condition his friend was in. "You're...Something happened?"
Glam's emotionless face broke into a guilty sob and then got hid in his hands.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know where to go!" A quiet whine left his throat.
"What?" Taken by surprise Chive came up to his bending friend. "Hey hey, it's okay, just calm down. Here, we can talk inside, just- let's not wake my mom, alright?"
"I'm sorry." Glam cried, wiping his eyes with just as wet sleeve.
Chive grabbed Glam's hand and led him through the van. After closing the front door, It was too dark to see, but both of them could hear Chive's mom snoring on the right as they walked. That sound was a part of distressful harmony for Chive, along with his friend's shaky breaths and rain hitting the rooftop. As they entered his room, Chive closed the door and turned on the lights. That was when Glam noticed the wet footsteps that he was leaving behind. There was an apology wanting to leave his throat, but it stuck in it, letting only a shaky cough out. Chive took a look around, quickly grabbed his chair and sat his friend on it so he could rest.
"It's better if you take it off, man, you're soaked!" Chive advanced while looking for something to help him dry off. While looking through his shelves, Glam took off his suit with his shaky fingers.
"Here you go." Chive said, handing over a torn off towel of his. Glam put the material over his head in order to dry it a little.
"So? What happend?" Chive asked rushingly, even though he wasn’t sure if he’s ready to hear the truth.
"I..." Glam was trying his best to keep it together. After gathering his thoughts for a few seconds, he said "My father found out. I had to run away." His insides felt burned out. He let go an exhausted sigh, not finding the strength to look his friend in the eyes.. "And I don't have anywhere to go, I'm homeless."
"Fuck..." Chive hissed to himself. He didn't know much about Glam’s family, but it was enough for him to understand that Glam wasn't hyperbolizing. Sure, he himself had hard times with his mom too, but it was a different kind of relationship. They cared about each other on some level, unlike...
"Could I stay here for the night?" Chive's eyes rose to look at the mess his friend was at this moment. "Tomorrow I'll come up with something. I just, I'm sorry I shouldn't-"
"Are you kidding? You're staying here, I'm not gonna just let you sleep on the sidewalk!" Chive grabbed the other by his arms trying to settle him down in reality. Glam's glassy eyes broke from the long stare and went up looking at his friend. He was stunned. Staying at Chive's place... was that really an option? Did he deserve it? Thanks to what?
"Chive, No I... Are you serious?"
"Are YOU serious? Well duh of course, fuck-ass! And don't you dare to doubt that!" Chive's eyebrows narrowed seeing the way Glam was thinking.
Glam focused his eyes on the other one. He wasn't used to being... cared about. Not sure if he's able to show how much he owned him at this moment. Not knowing how to express himself differently, he stood up, rushing forward as he squeezed the other one in a hug. He wasn't experienced in showing affection, but he did what felt right for him. Whispering a few high-pitched "thank you" he kept Chive in place, who wasn't quite expecting a hug, but was far from having a problem with it.
"That's okay, man.." Chive patted him on the shoulder. "You're welcome here.”