Mateo’s concerned looks, Buttercups’ restless whines and the ransacked house did nothing to calm TK. He had started with bouncing his foot restlessly and when that didn’t help, had taken to pacing around the place...that no longer felt like home.
His home was with Carlos. Or atleast, it had been.
With shaky hands, he ran his fingers through his hair and fought with the urge to smash his fist against something. It was either that or give in to the temptation of drinking to oblivion. The raid had left smashed bottles of alcohol all over the floor and while Mateo had managed to clear away the glass, the smell was still in the air.
Most days TK didn’t really mind it, had often spend hours with his gang at the Honky-Tonk with others drinking around him without feeling any urges. But today was not most days.
He shut his eyes and instantly the image of Carlos’ face came in his mind, those beautiful brown eyes wide with utter surprise there as TK had lashed out at him. TK froze in his steps, his heart squeezing tight almost making every breath a struggle and shakily grabbed his phone.
It was finally time to use the number his Sponsor had given him.
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Three hours later, TK felt a little better. The talk with his sponsor Matt had helped, even if some hard truths were laid out before him. He had known that none of his actions were okay and there was a very real chance, he had blown off his relationship with the Officer. Matt had looked at him sympathetically when TK had tearfully asked ‘But what if he broke-up with me?” but hadn’t shied away from being honest. “Then you respect it and deal with it. You have your gang, you have my support. We can work through this.”
Matt had also suggested him to talk it out with Carlos and while TK had initially decided on spending the night in his dad’s house...it could still be a possibility...but he didn’t want to be silent anymore regarding his actions and the resulting consequences. Whatever they would be.
God...the thought of not being together anymore with Carlos wrecked him.
But he had to take accountability for his actions.
It was why, he was currently pacing the street away from their...Carlos’ house while typing a message with shaky fingers:
I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry...I should have never put my hands on you like that. It was not right no matter the circumstances. Can we talk please? But I understand if you can’t or don’t want to right now. Whatever you need. I’m really really sorry Carlos.
He shut his phone and took a deep breath, tears tracking from the corner of his eyes. Whatever Carlos decided, he’d have to respect that.
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