Damian walked straight home after he finished with Zayn. The house was empty when he got there, his mom was still at work. He dropped his bag on the kitchen table and stared at it for a long minute, hands shaking.
He couldn't keep this inside anymore, he'd wanted to ignore it and pretend like everything would be alright eventually. But deep down he knew it wouldn't, not as long as it was him. He pulled out his phone, opened Caleb's contact and typed with trembling fingers.
"Can we talk? In person. I'll do anything to keep your mouth shut. Name it."
He hit send before he could overthink it.
The reply came faster than he expected. His phone buzzed in his hand almost immediately.
"Park bench behind the old fountain. 20 minutes. Don't be late."
