"So what are you doing tomorrow?" Henry asked.
I released a long puff before I said, "I have plans tomorrow."
"What plans?" he asked.
Currently, we are at his house, when I am not at home or school, I am here with him all the time, making out, and helping each other masturbate. Henry's parents were both drug addicts, his father overdosed and died, and his mother ran away from home, no one knew where she was, and he lived with his older brother,r who was verbally abusive and was never really there.
His life was shit.
Everyone's life was.
"I am going to hang out with Zhan."
He laughed, "Look at you going to wag your tail, like a happy dog after he showed you some attention."
There he goes again, he hated Zhan and always tried to belittle him, and I didn't like that.
"You know he has been through a lot, Henry, cut him some slack, he has been through hell and back, I mean his parents died."
"Well, mine are dead too, at least one is, and I don't know about the other one, I live with an abusive brother, he has got an aunt and uncle to take care of him and you have your parents too, but I only have you."
"And you are extremely important to me too, Henry. I mean, I will always be there for you."
"But not in a way you are there for Zhan."
"What's supposed to mean? I will hug and console you just like I do with Zhan."
"Oh yeah, if he asks to have sex for comfort will you do that too?"
"Stop it, Henry."
"No, you should stop it Yibo, here I am ready to give you everything, my whole heart my love everything and you are chasing some self-absorbed, self-centered fucker who couldn't give a shit about you!"
"He is not like that."
"Well, good luck believing that."
"I should leave," I said as I got up to go, however, Henry grabbed my hand, "Hey, hey, hey, stop I am sorry, I am sorry. Stay."
He said and grabbed me, making me sit on the bed, "I am sorry, it just hurts to see the person you like is pinning after someone who wouldn't even look at them."
I looked into his eyes and I could see the pain, he was in pain and I get it, one-sided love hurts like a bitch, and any decent person would have distanced myself from him, I should have stopped talking to him, and stopped making out with him, but he was my only source of pleasure and release.
I hated myself for being this way.
I was basically using this guy and he was looking for an emotional connection.
I was using him to get weed so that I can get high and make out, I was truly a shit person. He was becoming dependent on me and so was I.
For his sake and for mine, I should put an end to this, I was going to leave this place soon anyway, when I will go to college, with Zhan.
"Hey, I got something," Henry said as he took out a box and kept it on the bed between us.
"What is this?" I asked.
Henry looked at me and smiled, "do you trust me?" he said as he took out a needle and I was taken aback, "Hey, hey, hey, don't panic, this is going to be good. Just trust me."
He gently held my arms and kissed it, "just trust me."
He got the needle and filled it with, "Henry, I..." I spoke, feeling a little skeptical but he shushed me, "It's going to be good. I have tried it already, I will never give you something that's not fun, just trust me."
I nodded and let him inject me with something, I sucked in a deep breath when I felt the needle pierce my skin.
"There you go," Henry said as he took the needle back.
I waited for a few minutes before I started to feel something, my heart started pounding and my surroundings started to get blurry, I felt this burst of energy, it was insane, I felt..., I felt..., I can't describe what I was feeling, it was good.
I saw Henry injecting himself with the same thing, and soon we were laughing and our hands were on each other, and soon we were eating each other's faces, it was so much fun, I loved the feeling, I loved it so much that I might get addicted to it.
~~
The next day I got up early, got dressed, and looked at myself in the mirror one last time before I left, today was going to be good.
No drama with my mother and no drama with my dad and his goddamn mistress that he is trying to push into my life, trying to make me look up to her as a mother figure by bringing her with us like anywhere like whenever I try to spend my time with him his mistress is always there.
I left my room and came downstairs and hugged my mother goodbye, but when I came out I saw my father, and my smile dimmed when I saw his mistress in the car.
"What are you here?"
"It's my house," my dad said, "I came to get some things, check up on you and your mother, and perhaps you can join me and Diane for lunch?"
"You are insane and you need to stop bringing that woman here!"
"She has a name."
"And my mother has feelings, genuine ones you sick fuck!" I said to him, "You know what? You have your perfect little woman and you are going to have another child with her, you will get your perfect family, so just stay away from my mother! Stop making her crazy."
"Really son? You are going to choose her over me? I did everything for you and for her, she is a burden, her illness is dangerous, and she is nothing more than a retard at this point! She crazy! She is not a functioning human! She is not worth it.
Diane is a good person, why don't you give her a chance, she is much better than your mother!"
I couldn't take it anymore, I felt bad for my mother, and I wanted to punch this guy in the face, all he did was belittle and humiliate my mother, call her names, and be downright rude to her.
How could he?
"If you hate her so much, then leave her alone, I will take care of her, get lost. And stop showing your face here. And I will never accept any other woman as my mother." I said before I walked past him, I didn't even look at his mistress who stood near the car or her stomach.
I didn't want to get annoyed.
~~
Our usual hangout place was a park in the neighborhood, since childhood, we have hung out here.
Zhan wasn't there yet, but it was oka,y I would wait for him, however, after waiting for four hours, I couldn't take it anymore, I called him and texted him and he wasn't replying. I got worried and went to his house.
However, his house was empty and there was no one over there, I got even more worried.
I waited in front of his doors for hours, feeling anxious and worried, and finally, when I saw him, all sad and crying, with bandages on his hand, I knew it wasn't good.