@theohollis / THE DAY AFTER REBE’S PARTY [ 2:33 PM ]
miles doesn’t want to be home. his brain is playing tricks on him - making him think there could be a fun little gift up in theo’s room for him. surely the kid brother wasn’t that big an idiot, but after the night prior, who could be so sure? the pure fatigue is evident on his features as he quietly de-piths a grapefruit in the kitchen. knife drags along pinkish-orange rind, eyes almost glazing over, but staying focused enough to be sure he doesn’t knick his hand. there’s gotta be something up in his brother’s hideaway, right? he could toss through the room pretty quickly and speed off to some unknown location before anyone found out. let them all down but leave no trace of where he was going.
they could live life so peacefully without him.
there’s a sound from the doorway into the kitchen and miles forces himself not to look. he wonders, for a brief second, if it’s theo, and his stomach sinks. he lasts a few seconds before his eyes move from the citrus to the noise and -- it’s theo, of course it is. flashes of his brother doing a line of coke replay over and over in his head. speeding up, slowing down, blurred, in perfect focus. he doesn’t know what to do, just freezes the knife now firmly pressing against his palm. did theo have a baggie of powder on him now? was he high? had he gotten rebe to do it with him again? all that miles can think... all that he can feel is worried and needy for the one thing that has ruined his life more than anything.
and all he wants to do is run.