Date: May 18th, 2003
Time: 03:34 A.M.
Location: deep sigh —- “home”
But it had never fucking felt like home to Sam. Having gotten out of all his exams, Sam was able to leave school early this term. As soon as he’d entered town he met up with a group of friends, gotten high and then grabbed dinner with them. What? It felt good, made shit taste better. He needed all the help he could use being back 'home'.
Dad’s car was gone when Sam stumbled into the house pretty damned late in a proper dress shirt, half unbuttoned. Thank God for that, he’d been ignoring all the man’s calls for the last few months. There was nothing he had to say to Dad these days. Sam enjoyed his life away from his father, away from his 'home'.
His high was just about gone — almost — as he opened his bedroom door and headed into the dark of it, tugging his shirt off, unbuttoning his khakis. Sam groaned as he plopped down onto his bed and rolled over onto another human.
He yelped. Loudly.
And then he sputtered a series of, What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!’s and kicked off the other human hard enough to send himself flying off the side of the bed. Sam landed on the floor with a loud thump and another shout.