Hunter slid his hands under Daniel’s arms to slowly lift him from behind. He had a difficult time opening the back door and trying to carry the boy but after a while, he managed to get him to the couch. The aforementioned felt the younger’s forehead, only to immediately pull away. The heat was practically radiating off the other’s body. It made Hunter hard. Fuck. The tall teen ran his long tan fingers through his growing hair before deciding to go down to the basement where his father’s liquor cabinet awaited him. He grabbed a random brand that seemed expensive. He popped off the lid with a nearby opener and chugged half of it. The raw liquid ran down his sore, worn-out throat with a bitter aftertaste that made him shiver. Shivering was better than hurting.
The tan boy took another bottle; this one was pure alcohol. He made his way up the stairs and sat on the opposite couch as he watched the boy in front of him struggling to breathe. When Danny struggles, Hunter struggles. What should he do? What should he do? Since Danny was practically unconscious, all Hunter could do was hope. Hope that Danny didn't die again. He couldn't. The last time, it took too long to resurrect him. For months Danny was lifeless. Dull. He didn't react to anything anymore. All he did was make others around him die as well.
Hunter took another swig of the alcohol just the burn. No doubt he was drunk, and the fact that he was also high didn't help. He let the drink burn his throat before sighing. "Mother, I'm sorry. S-so sorry." Danny moved on the couch and whimpered.
Fuck, Hunter thought to himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He got off the couch and crawled to the younger boy across him to grab his hand. "Shh," He whispered. "Shh, Danny. It's alright."
Daniel's closed eyes slightly fluttered and his lips parted. His hand was cold and limp in Hunter's grasp but he seemed alive. As long as he seemed alive, there'd be no reason to worry. "Get up Danny. I've got to move you. You should be comfortable." Danny just stirred. Hunter shook the pale boy gently before getting him to a slightly conscious state. The younger could smell both the weed and alcohol on the younger's breath and it seemed to make him even more drowsy. His head was on fire and the heart above his lungs shook violently. All he could process at the moment were the words his mom spoke to him. Bastard. Bullshit. Fuckin' father. Fuckin' father. In all honesty, Danny would rather be with his father at that time.
"Come on Danny. Let's move you." The younger felt arms around him and he could feel his legs moving, yet he couldn't respond to anything. His lungs burned and his head ached. I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry.
He got plopped onto something soft after a long, frustrating walk up the stairs and soon fell asleep. Yet even though Danny was sleeping soundly, Hunter was on the edge of his nerves. This resulted in another couple of drinks to call them. Both his nerves and mind needed it. Besides, one more drink wouldn't hurt.
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