Broken

Chapter Twenty: Satan, I'm On My Way!

"Top or bottom?"

"I'm not bisexual but I'm flattered." I blinked.

"I'm talking about bunk beds." He scowled.

"Hey, no judgement. I don't care. For either one."

"That's disgusting. Sometimes...I don't know." He pulled out some clothes. "You want new clothes or something? I don't know if they'll fit but, you can try if it'll make you feel better."

"Please? Thanks."

William went into his walk in closet and pulled open a small dresser inside and started the search for his largest clothes (I had quite more muscle mass than this little guy, if you were wondering).

"What were you going to say?"

"Nothing."

"No. You were about to say something."

He sighed. "Here, change. And... I don't know if I should tell you. I think you should get some rest. I shouldn't pour all of my baggage onto you."

I took the clothes and went inside his bathroom and changed. The tank top was extremely tight and the pants weren't much better but, hey, free clothes! "Thanks for the clothes, man."

"Yeah." William croaked. "I'll take the top."

"Cool with me. It's your bed."

The ladder creaked. The top bed groaned under William. "Haven't slept up here for nine years." He murmured.

"Say what you were going to say."

He took a deep breath. I couldn't see him, only the wood holding the mattress above me, but I could tell he was uneasy.

"Do you ever do something... no feel something, but then feel disgusting right after? Because-you-know- you'd-lose-all-of-your-friends-and-then-you'll-slip-into-depression- and-kill-yourself-if-anyone-found-out?"

"You're essentially asking an empty box, William. I don't remember anything,"

"Well, say yes to make me feel better."

I smiled. "In that case, all the time."

"Well, sometimes I do... things. Things-I-can-never-tell-Johnny-or-Renee-Leah- or- Nancy-or-Lisa-or-David. I-can-never-tell-my-parents. I-would-scar-my-brother. I-can't-even-tell-God-for-crying-out-loud!"

"You left out Michael."

"I know. He's the only person who knows that I'm different. He just doesn't know how different."

"Aren't you going to give me details?"

He hesitated. "I'm not sure. I don't know why but, I can trust you right? I mean, you're fucked up too with you're episodes. By the way, how are you?"

"I'm feeling a lot better. But stop stalling."

He snickered. "I can trust the guy I've known for two days, not my friends of two years."

"It's okay. Your secret's safe. If only you'd tell me I could help you better."

He took another breath. "My ex is about to be in town."

"Okay." That's it? Dude, man up and get over it.

"She's great. She's funny, and surprisingly smart, and such a pretty chick. My word, she's so beautiful, it's almost a crime. Literally" He paused. "She had really nice, dark skin and long curls."

"Okay."

There was a long moment before he continued. "Her skin was like dark tea. She wasn't stick thin either, really curvy. And she could cook well too."