feel movement around him, but it was muffled, distant, and the voice in his ear sounded like a far-off echo.
“How the self-righteous have fallen,” his father would say.
Wherever Wood was it felt like the safest place to be. He’d sunk so low until his mind was shielded from the hopelessness and the humiliation.
“Wood. Wood. I have water.”
There it was again. That voice, that smell, trying to reach where he’d hidden. No. Wood wasn’t letting anyone in, and he was never coming out. Screw the world, screw trying to make his life into anything after he’d done nothing to deserve one. He hadn’t atoned for his wrongdoings. He needed to repent and be forgiven. But how could he when his victims wouldn’t let him?
“Wood. Please.”
Wood tried to get away from that sound, from the persistence in that voice that kept getting stronger and louder. Instead of running toward it, Wood buried down further. If he didn’t allow anyone in, he’d never have to see the vile disgust in people’s eyes when they found out the truth about him. Liquid ran down his face, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even know if it was hot or cold.
Yes, this was perfect. This was where he’d stay.
Trent
Trent held Wood’s head a bit higher and put the cup back to his dry lips. “Open your damn mouth and drink this.” He gripped Wood’s chin and tried to force the water down his throat, but all Wood did was allow it to dribble out the side of his mouth. Trent sat there staring into Wood’s blank eyes, feeling this was worse than when he was drunk and belligerent.
“You’re scaring me, goddamnit. You hear me?” Trent whispered close to Wood’s ear. He set the cup to the side and turned Wood’s face toward him. His roommate just let himself be manipulated and prodded, never trying to move on his own, didn’t blink and acknowledge that he heard what Trent was saying either. “New damn rule, Wood. Number… number.” Shit, he had no clue what number he’d written so many in the short time they’d lived together. “I don’t know what one we’re on, but you’re not allowed to scare me, all right? I don’t do good with being afraid.”
Wood wasn’t speaking, he wasn’t shivering, swallowing, he was barely blinking.
“Come back. I know it’s quieter, more peaceful where you are now… I’ve been there, Wood. And there’s no one there to judge you, right? Your own solitary confinement. I know you’ve buried down deep, and you’re all alone and it feels so damn good. But you can’t stay there because that place will turn on you too. You hear me? You gotta come back.”
Trent ran his hand through Wood’s hair again, anything to get a reaction. “I know it seems easier where you are, but it’s not.” Trent sighed. “You asked me if I knew what it was like to feel hated. I believe loathed was the word you used.” He paused, picturing his mother’s scowling face in his mind. He softly stroked Wood’s hair, refusing to let those memories snatch him away anymore. But the images were still just as clear as when he was a kid. “My mom couldn’t stand me. Still can’t. I was hot-tempered and a real troublemaker when I was young. My mom was gorgeous. She wanted to be a star, like an actress or singer. Had some real chops too. But she’d date these traveling musicians or fast-talking agents that’d come in and out of town to do shows on the oceanfront, and she’d chase behind them trying to get discovered, trying to score her big break.
“I was always in the way of her auditions or her purchasing the perfect outfit. I was nothing but a nuisance, annoying her for dinner after she’d worked a late-night shift at whatever random cocktail lounge. But the worst was when I chased off her boyfriends for being a foul-mouth, little pest. But I had to be mean, y’know. I had to get tough fast, because otherwise those dicks would’ve kept trying me. They’d act like stepfather of year when she was around, but when she left they’d knock me around. Eventually, I started to hit back. And I didn’t use my fists either. They were too small. I’d pick up a skillet, a shoe, whatever was close by.”
Trent went silent when he thought he’d heard Wood make a sound. But he’d been wrong. As he stared down at Wood’s drowsy lids, he could barely