Page 31 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

God, he was such a fuckup.

He drove home in a trance, the New Orleans night racing past him. His apartment greeted him cold and empty, smelling of nothing that Chase could identify.

He sat on the couch, staring at the blank TV. He wished he had something to hold. Something soft to surround him. Something—

He flinched as his phone buzzed. It was just some stupid notification on Lookr about a deal for the paid version.

He clicked on it, going to his homepage. There was Aunix, the only guy he’d talked to. He read the last text in the thread after Chase had told Aunix he didn’t know what he wanted.

Aunix

Well I cant answer that for you, kid

Hit me up when you figure out the answer

Chase was typing before he knew what he was doing.

Charlie

I want to be good

He could feel his pulse in his fucking throat. His eyes were burning. He felt like he was drowning in an endless black, sinking without anything to hold onto.

Aunix

You want to feel good? Or be good?

Chase’s face burned, but he had no fucks left to give. He was already at rock bottom. What was a little more humiliation?

Charlie

I want to be good

There was a pause. Aunix was probably laughing at him. Who the fuck went on a dating app and told the first person who came along that they wanted to be good. He—

Aunix

Where are you?

Charlie

Home

Aunix

Roommates?

Charlie

No

Aunix

Go to the kitchen. Pour yourself a glass of water and drink it all. Pace yourself. Tell me when you’re finished.

A bolt of electricity went through Chase, shocking parts of him that had been numbed and sick.

He went to the kitchen. Poured a cup of water. His hands were shaking, but his body was alive now, soul and muscle aligned.