The lost boy.

Her body lay there cold and slender. She wasn't wearing any clothes, that I knew. But it was because she was paid to be like that; I hate buying girls to make me pleased. I never thought I'd be a person like that.
No one did.
It's every night that I'm with a new girl. Usually ones from school, but tonight was different... She told me she deals with heart broken boys all the time, and I believed her. Spending all this time with girls like this had made me realize something, I'm finished. I basically can't feel anymore, you know why? Because every time I sleep with a girl, I know I'll leave them in the morning.. Maybe in the same night I sleep with them.

I just don't get it. If that stupid girl hadn't left me I wouldn't be like this!
"Michael?" I hear the girl say in the dark, her voice raspy and groggy. "Yes?" I whisper, as I turn around, she's sitting up with the covers over her chest. "Are you ok?" She says turning on my lamp. Her long brown curls flow over her shoulders, and her face features glow in the dim light. She's pretty I'll give you that, "y-yeah I'm ok, um what time is it?" She smiles and nods looking at her phone. "Um, 12:38" she giggles, "shit! My dads gonna be home any minute you have to go!" I quickly put on some pants over my boxers and gather her things. My dad is gonna kill me. "Why? Is he like strict or something?" I swallow the pit in my throat. "Something like that" I say bluntly.
Suddenly I hear a loud bang. That's our door, "o-oh no." I say quietly, look out the window it's not far down but I can't ask her to climb out. "Michael?" I hear her say from behind me, "what's wrong?" I turn around and grab her shoulders. "Thanks for coming but you need to split," I whisper half heartedly "I know I may sound crazy but my dad will literally kill me if he knew I brought another girl home." She nods understandingly, I hope. "Do I go out the window?" She asks looking towards her next exit. I shamefully look down, and nod. She lifts my chin and kisses my forehead. "Bye Mikey, hope to see you soon." She smiles before hopping out of my window and onto my ledge.
A loud noise comes from the hallway, and I know it's my dad. I shut the window, turn off my light and hop in bed as quickly and quietly as possibly. "Michael, are you awake?" My dad slurs from outside of the door. Shit, he's drunk. Suddenly, the door swings open. I hide my face and pretend to sleep. "Wake up you piece of shit." He shakes me. I pretend to groggily wake up, "y-yeah dad?" I say screwing a fist in my eyes from the light in the hallway. "Why, the fuck is t-there high heels by the front doorr?" He yells, "I told y-you if you ever d-did it again—" he says but he stops, he comes closer and before I know ithe hits me square in the jaw. I fall back in my bed and swear under my breathe. "You asshole!" I yell "WHO the fuck do you think you are?!" I stand up and push him. He glares at me, he then suddenly he smashes the empty bottle in his hand. He starts to come closer.

What have I done?

A/N k so this is short too;'( sorry I just don't have enough time to actually make a long chapters:/ ;( I promise I'll try tho💞