Sweet CEO's First Love

Chapter 5 - 5: Get Out!

Kaylen opened the door to the flat and pulled a foot out of each shoe by using the toe to pull it up off, and then flip it towards the shoe rack. They never landed neatly, but it didn't really matter they would end up that way eventually. He slid his feet into his slippers and paused, noticing the neatly put away shoes covered in grass and the tiniest bit of mud. Sure enough in the little rack on the other side, Quintin's slippers were gone.

'He came back.'

'He's here.' Kaylen's heart thumped crazily, in his chest and he willed it to calm the heck down so he could hear without the steady noise in the back of his ears.

He tucked a hand into the pocket of his navy blue slacks and walked over to the door, his suit jacket thrown over his left arm as usual. He loosened his light blue tie, and cleared his throat softly. Before raising a knuckle to knock on the door.

"Go away Kaylen." Quintin snapped from behind the closed door. 

Kaylen stood staring at the door, willing his feet to turn away. He couldn't. He stood there like a piece of the wall.

He heard some shuffling around and then a large noise, and the door vibrated fromt he force of whatever had hit it. Kaylen jumped backwards as the sound rang through his ears. Echoing through his body like it was out with a vengeance to get him.

"I said leave!" Quintin, snapped. His voice broke and Kaylen winced visibly at the pain and anger he felt and heard.

'I'm sorry Quin, I…'

Something smashed against the door and he heard it shatter.

"Fuck… ow, god dang it!" Quintin swore, and Kaylen's heart wrenched in two as he heard it. But it was the soft sob that followed it that settled Kaylen and helped him make his decision.

Kaylen grabbed the nob and twisted it. It was locked just like he thought. But they had lived here together for four years and if there was one thing he knew inside and out almost as good as Quintin it was this house. He lifted the door up slightly and pushed on the middle of the handle hard. The lock gave way and the door pushed open.

Kaylen's mouth dropped. Quintin's normally seamlessly perfect room looked like someone else had been living there and had gone through all his stuff. Quintin was sitting on the floor on his knees with his legs at an odd angle splayed across the wooden floor looking almost broken beneath him. 

It was one of Quin's favorite ways to sit, and hella awkward for anyone else. He was pretty sure Quin was the only one in the world who sat that way. (use this for a later scene where someone sits that way and it reminds him of Quin)

In front of Quintin was his biggest bag, stuffed full of stuff. None of it neatly, like how he normally would have. And beside it on top of it and inside the bag, was shattered glass, it went from the door all the way to the bag and everywhere else.

Quintin held his hand tightly to his stomach.

"You're hurt! Let me see." Kaylen demanded, worried, he stepped across the glass, his slippers crunching on it. The wreck of a photo frame sat discarded beside the door and he didn't even have to look to know that the frames, attached vase was also broken and that Quintin's highschool corsage would be next to it.

"Get out!" Quintin snapped.

Kaylen swiped away the glass with his slipper then knelt on the newly cleared spot, carefully just in case some hadn't been cleaned off. Then he reached out and pulled Quintin's hand towards him. Quin wouldn't stop covering the hand up with his other one. Which was fine, Kaylen already felt infinitely better now that he was holding his hands and could see them better.

"I am a doctor, are you an idiot do you really think I can leave anyone hurt, especially you?" Kaylen snapped back just as forcefully. He pulled Quin's top hand off to see the large gash in his hand. It was bleeding but luckily not deep enough to have cut an artery open so that he would need it stitched up.

"You're an idiot. You think that smashing things is going to do anything, you're twenty three Quin, not a baby, don't throw a tantrum." He scolded, as he reached into his briefcase and grabbed the small first aid kit he always had on him. 

Quintin ripped his hand out from Kaylen's grasp and Kaylen looked up surprised. 

But it was the feeling of the wet blood slapping across his cheek that shook him, and knocked his senses. He stared into Quintin's bright blue eyes.

Quintin was crying and he was pretty sure the tears were from more than the pain of his stupid decision to hit him with his injured hand.

Before he could respond, Quin had grabbed him by his tie and leaned forward, only a few inches away from Kaylen's lips. 

Kaylen gulped and his head flashed back to their last semester of their first year in highschool, where Kaylen had stupidly agreed to teach Quin how to kiss. Since he had already done it and Quin hadn't.

Kaylen closed his eyes but moved back a little. It wasn't far enough to stop his heart from betraying him and thumping so hard he was absolutely sure he had extremely good circulation in his body. There was the soft feeling of Quintin's lips hitting his cheek that made his eyes flutter back open, and when Quintin pulled away, his own face and lips were now smeared in his own blood.

"Goodbye Kaylen." He then placed both hands on the ground, shoved off, standing up, slammed his case closed, glass still inside, and then turned it onto its wheels and walked out the open door.

He slipped on his shoes, opened the front door and stopped a moment to stare at Kaylen, he hadn't budged from the spot, and he was still even holding the rubbing alcohol pad in his hand.

Tears streamed down his face and created small lines through the blood.

The door slammed shut and it echoed through the house, through his heard and through his mind.

Kaylen looked around him in the silence, and only then did he let go of the pain and let the tears come.

'God, what have I done?'

He pulled himself up, gathering up his body along with his misery and plodded over to the corner. He removed the picture from the mess, and wiped off the broken glass before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

It didn't shut of course. He hadn't unlocked it yet, but that was okay, he didn't want that door closed from him anyway. Instead he walked into his room and plopped on the bed.

He went to throw his jacket and bag on his bed like how he always did, when he realized he had left them on the floor in Quin's room.

He looked out the door across the living room to where Quin's door had bounced back and was now slightly open. The mess inside felt like a reflection on his soul, and his nice fancy things Emily had bought him sat in the middle of it all like a reminder of just how shattered his world had become since he had added her into it.

And the grief he tried to hold back came with those thoughts.

"I'm sorry Quin… I know it makes little difference, but I am so sorry."

He lifted his hands to his face and sobbed into them, letting the grief pour out of him, like a heavy rain.

It wouldn't quench anything, it wouldn't heal the large wound in his heart he had inflicted upon himself.. But he couldn't even stop the tears if he tried.