Judas kiss

"I'm only allowing you to stay here because you're like a son to me. Also not ignoring the fact that you might relapse as soon as you walk out of my sight." Garreth said cautiously. "I have a thirteen year old staying here and I swear to God if you influence him or teach him anything... I will not hesitate putting my hands on you."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. Everything... you have done for me." Ignacio said rigid in his stance.

"Alright.." Garreth said softly. "Everything is all stocked up, I think you want to freshen up. Breakfast is in an hour. I'm bringing a barber to give you a hair cut..."

Ignacio ran his right hand through his shoulder length voluminous jet black hair. He knew Garreth was right, he needed to start over. From his hair to his clothing to his attitude towards life.

"That's if you want to have a hair cut.." Garreth added.

"I do, I want a new start."

Garreth nodded.

"Has Spencer reached out?"

"No.." Ignacio replied.

"If he does, let me know."

"Don't kill him, he was just—"

"I won't, I just want to know if he is okay. You're both like my sons, I would never want anything happening to you both. I practically raised you.. I feel I'm somehow responsible for every life decision you both ever made."

Ignacio nodded, eyes glistening with tears. It was weird, he was worried about who will pick him up from rehab but even more scared when he saw Garreth waiting for him in the psychiatrist's office. Now he just felt overwhelmed.

a tear away. "I own up to everything I

brief me a business idea that you want to start. I will invest in it,

thing Ignacio could say. He was fully overwhelmed that anyone cared about him. Not

Not worth your life or your tears. Love is bullshit but I

"Yeah.." Ignacio sniveled. "Thanks!"

like the way things ended, he remembered all the good times he had with Luc. How they danced, had shots, watched the sunset from his

madness. Now he had ruined their friendship and most probably the only person who cared about him with sincere fondness. He ruined that. Not sure if Spencer would ever return or if he was alright.. Ignacio looked at the reflection that stated back at him on the mirror. He hated this image, absolutely loathed it. Looking through the drawers in his conjoined bathroom, he found a scissor. Ofcourse there had to be one. Not wasting

unevenly cut hair. It was a good change. He hadn't had short hair for good eight

So he did.

told him to write a list of things he wants

the time he was done wearing the clothes that's Garreth had temporarily given him to wear until they could go buy new clothes. It was just

"Come in!" He replied.

up to cut your—" the man chuckled.

ripped my hair off.

the the far

"What can I do?"

something that looks good. That shapes my face

already made my job easy but don't tell Garreth because he is my best paying customer."

good. For the first time in forever he felt as if he wasn't fucking up his life. He liked

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