Chapter 10:

I got into the next town by the next morning, but I don’t really remember much. I remember I whored myself out a couple more times, and then fucked the bell boy at a hotel. He said he was curious! I wanted to help him cure his curiosity. But I was inebriated.

For the next week or so, I slept in a fucking ritzy-ass hotel. It was nice, though. And I still had money left over. The bell boy came back in my room, and climbed into my bed. Except he was wearing normal clothes and everything, not like last night. Personally, I thought he looked best in what normal people called a Birthday Suit? Yeah. He had a nice ass.

I woke up, realizing the boy was under my covers, and I cuddled with him like I would have with Aaron. I even pet his hair and everything.

He seemed so happy, and he was very pretty. “I was just wondering if you were going to leave any time soon…” he was whispering directly in my ear, and he was rubbing up against me nicely. I fucking loved it. It was like having Aaron in every way I possibly could. “I dunno, I’ve been thinking of going home…”

The bellboy was being all flirtatious and horny acting. It made me smile until I realized something. “That’s good, Skyler. I missed you.”

I did have Aaron, what the hell.

I freaked out, and jumped straight out of the bed. “WHAT THE HELL, AARON!”

He giggled like it was nothing, and sat up. “You never let me tell you that I was actually…”

I was freaking out, and yelling at him incoherently at this point, getting everything back on.

Then, in my final sentence before I left, crying, I told him to piss off. I was still so fucking angry at the boy. This just made it worse.

Once again, Aaron chased after me, and this time caught up, tackling me and pinning me to the goddamn wall. “DAEMON, listen to me!” he cried, tears flowing down his face like a fucking waterfall. I pushed him away, but didn’t move anywhere.

“What the hell do you want?” I asked him, trying to keep my voice down.

“Daemon, /you/ were who I was talking about. YOU ARE THE BOY I WAS SO FUCKING OBSESSED OVER!” he said, looking like he wanted to hit me.

“I don’t care about you, though. I know I said I did I fucking loved you, and I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. But fuck you. FUCK YOU, FUCK LOVE, FUCK LIFE!” I kept walking, but then Aaron came behind me again and fucking hit me. I didn’t want to be responsible for his death, but I was in no mood for this bullshit. I hit him harder than I’d ever hit anything.

I was never going to get over this shit. “You made me do this, you’re the one who fucking laughed at me, okay?” I hit him again, and he just gave up. He let me beat him, and then when I was finally done, I just left him. Left him bleeding in the hotel hallway, and just kept on going like nothing had happened. Daemon pretended like he had no idea who Aaron was, like he'd never felt anything for him at all. His whole emotional system had shut down, just like before he'd met him. There was just one person he'd ever open up to, and he was just going to leave him for dead in that empty, dimly lit hall, lighting a cigarette as he left the building for good.