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Coffee and Care [Cheesu]
« on: March 16, 2018, 01:15:18 pm »
The chipped cup hitting the floor to shatter and splash cold coffee startled him into staring down at the mess in quiet horror. Brody could not even remember letting go of the cup and yet his hands were empty and there it lay looking as broken and battered as he felt. His mind was quiet and numb though as he continued to stare down blankly.

Part of him knew he should rush to grab a towel, mop up the mess, collect the pieces and pray he could glue them back together before Lars came home. And yet he still stood there, feeling the cool liquid pool beneath his bare feet. Brody could already hear the anger in his lover's voice, feel the bite of his grip and punches for such a terrible transgression.

He took a step back, leaving wet footprints as he did. Another and then another step followed until he had backed himself right out of the kitchen. From there it was autopilot. Socks and shoes were donned followed by a long, thick cardigan. His phone was left where it sat on his art table, unfinished projects neatly placed side by side just so, corners lined up and art utensils all in perfect rows. Lars liked things spotless and orderly. Brody had been only too happy to oblige him too.

The door opened and out he shot into the chill of early December Haviah. As the door clicked shut behind him and he blinked his way forward, Brody completely missed his mobile lighting up and chiming an all-too familiar screaming guitar ringtone. Had he stayed but one more moment, had he hesitated even for one second then he would have felt his heart race in fear as he scuttled back inside and answered his one and only true love forever and ever in quiet and fearful breathy tones. He would have hurried to clean up the mess he had left behind likely slicing his hands on the broken ceramic shards and had twice the hell to pay for that too.

None of that happened though. Instead Brody wandered the streets, his head down and shoulders hunched as he put a great deal of distance between him and the place he had come to call home, the place that had become his willing prison. The cold stung, seeming to seep into his bones and remind him what it meant to feel. He had been so numb body and soul for so long he had forgotten anything outside of pain and his attempts to forget it.

He continued on like this for hours until the scent of fresh baked goods caused his stomach to tighten and his feet to falter slightly. Only then did he look up and realize he had no idea where he was. The thought made his heart beat faster in both fear an relief. Far from home meant far from Lars for now. Perhaps later he would regret that. But, for now he was still running on the need for time and space on his own. He licked his dry lips, wincing as his tongue tasted blood and grazed the swollen split in his lower lip. Lars had backhanded him for making one of the projects blue instead of purple as they- as Lars had decided.

Brody stared at the window of the shop, his hungry growing the more he looked in. The thought of a hot cup of coffee to fight away the cold had him balling his fists up in frustration at his own indecision. It would be nice to be inside and out of the cold. He could just go back to Lars though and have his own free cup of shitty coffee at home. That would be the right thing to do. That would be the easy thing to do. He should just go home now.

Fuck, Lars.

The tall man marched himself inside, his head ducked so that his long dreads covered the more black and blue side of his face from view. The smells were stronger inside and his belly protested in excitement at the idea of hot, sweet treats. Brody bit his lip, embarrassed at the sound though the pain of his action nearly made him yelp. Years of holding in his screams though was all that kept him quiet now. He had long ago learned silence was safest. He fell into line behind a giggling pair of girls who couldn't seem to make up their minds on what they wanted to save their lives.

While others might have been frustrated at having to wait, Brody was ignorant to their antics. He had bigger problems to worry about, namely how the hell he was going to order anything when he couldn't even read the menuboard behind the counter. He tried to rack his brain for the things he did remember as he squinted at the various squiggles that made up numbers and words. While he could make out some that he recognized most of it was indecipherable to him.

Brody was moments away from giving up and abandoning the line when the girls finally paid for their order and he found himself caught in a social rock and a hard place. Refusing to look up as he tugged at his sleeves he attempted to casually place an order. "One small black coffee please?" he found himself asking rather than stating all the while praying that it would not be more complicated than that, that he wouldn't look like a fool if the place was some fancy establishment with complicated names for drinks and things.

He jammed his hands into his pockets hoping to hide the way they trembled even as his mouth became dry. Brody could not remember the last time he had done something like this for himself. Lars had always been the talker, the orderer, the decision-maker. Brody had just followed him around like a lost little puppy until he had not even had to leave the house at all. Lars would just do everything for him all the while keeping Brody as his precious, stupid little pet.

Well the stupid little pet had slipped his collar and was having a bit of fun beyond the fence. Brody could do this. He was doing it. He could have his coffee, pay for it and then go home when he was ready. Maybe Lars wouldn't even notice he had been gone. Yes, he could do this. Just one tiny step at a time.

 

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