We make it to his car in the deserted parking lot. There were cars of course, but no humans due to them all being in school. Well apart from the stoners, there around the back skipping class as usual.
Im not shocked upon seeing his car, I have seen him coming to school in it everyday because I had to know were he was in order to avoid him, nothing else. Nope there was no other reason I was staring at him 95% of the time.
He helped me into the passenger seat and then got in and drove out the school grounds. I haven’t been in a car in so long, the familiar hum of the engine somewhat soothed my nerves and fear.
He pulled up to a fudging mansion!! It’s huge!. The drive alone could probably fit my house!. He got out and then came around to help me out as well like a gentleman, making me turn beetroot red with in a millisecond. The inside of his house looks homey and cozy to a degree. It doesn’t look so big and empty like I was expecting, it didn’t have a bunch of pictures lining the walls, but it still felt like a family lived here.
He led me to the stars and basically just picked my up half way up, I swear stairs are just a cures to me.
“Just stay here while I get some stuff for that.”He said after he set me on his giant bed. He headed for a door on the other side of the room, but he stopped before he opened it.
“Oh I almost forgot,”He turned and came back, fishing into his pocket and pulling up a granola bar and chocolate.
“here, you should probably eat something seen as you passed out and all.”he gave them to me. I felt bad for taking it, but I was really fudging hungry and chocolate is my favourite.
“Th-thank y-y-you.”He nodded and resumed going to the bathroom. He reappeared into the room with a first aid kit in hand, going thought the stuff before settling on disinfectant wipes. He sat beside on the bed, awfully close I might add which turned me into the human tomato all over again.
“Ok, your going to have to lift your shirt so I can see it.”He orders and I lift just the side of my shirt up, trying my best to keep the bruises as hidden as possible. At first he didn’t see anything because most of it was still under my shirt that I hadn’t uncovered and started to take off the wrapping I had places that is now covered in blood, and he began to press the wipe on the cut. I hissed in pain as he cleaned it, but it stung like hell. He was done in no time and started to put on a gauze to cover it, it just about covered the whole cut.
“Great. Now let me see that bruise your trying to hide.”He said calmly while raising one eye brow.
“W-wh? H-how-“
“I saw a bit of it from under your shirt, now take it off.”there is no way I’m taking off my shirt. He’s going to se everything and then he’s going to hate me and think I’m ugly, uuuugggg. I tug my shirt further down, he didn’t say anything or try to rip my shirt off. He gently placed his hands over mine that were holding the rim of my shirt. As soon as his skin touched mine it felt like there’s literal fire running through my hands, but it wasn’t pain full, it felt warm and calm as my heart and breath slowdown, it felt….strange?
He didn’t move , he just stared into my eyes with his green orbs. I started to loosen my tense muscles as I started back and soon my hands fall limp into his. He never broke eyes contact as he cautiously lifts my shirt over my head until I’m officially shirtless, and completely exposed to is eyes.
“oh my god”he just barely breaths out, covering his mouth as his eyes dart across every colourful bruise, silvery scars and red cuts. My heart rate that was calm is now beating out of my chest and I start hyperventilating as tears roll down my cheeks.
“Hey, hey it’s ok” he softly cooed as he wiped my tears and slowly pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me gently, as if if he hugged my to tight I would snap in half. I didn’t push him away, I didn’t flinch at his touch like I normally would, because in his arms I felt safe for the first time in three years. Neither of us said anything for a while, he just held me and let me cry into his chest, ruining his clothes.
Eventually we pulled apart, but his arms were still around me. I notice his eyes were slightly red and his blush cheeks now have evident tear tracks running dow them.
“What happened? Who did this!?”he more like demanded. I can’t tell him it was my dad, I don’t want him to leave like Justin did, I don’t want to lose this feeling, I just got it back.
“Please tell me,”he whispered after I stay silent.
“Was it Justin or someone else?”I just shake my head again, not giving in.
“ok. well if your not going to tell me, is there anything I can do to help it? “
“I-I t-treat-ted i-it al-already.”
“Yh, ok umm. Would it be easier to writing with a pen and paper? To like communicate.”what is there to communicate about? There really is nothing to talk about other than who beat me up. Maybe he wants to talk about something else. I nod my head and he got up and walked over to his school bag to pull out a note pad and a pen. Writing is somewhat easier that talking, I have more time to think about what I’m saying.
He gave me back my shirt and sat down beside me with the paper and pen.
“So, were going to play 21 questions, because I want to know more about you. That cool?”NO that is not ‘cool’. Finding out things about me is the last thing I want, so I shake my head.
“You don’t have to answer is you don’t want to, I’m not going to make you tell me. Just like simple things, like whats your favourite colour?”I reluctantly agree to this game and write on the paper.
“Blue and green”
“ok nice, mines blue too, green not so much. Whats your favourite subject in school?”
“Art, but I haven’t done it in a while” since my mum died and we moved here I haven’t draw a single picture or painting. I did enjoy it almost as much as surfing but thats all in my past life.
“Art?! Mine is psychology and biology in general. I know its weird and all but I want to get into medical school after I graduate.”
“Thats cool. Can I ask you a question?”
“yeah sure, go ahead.”
“Why are you doing this?”I was a bit skeptical on weather I should ask, but I generally wanted to know.
“What do mean by that?”
“why are you helping me? And why do you want to get to know me.” He looks a bit taken back at first but then he answers
“I uuuh, I didn’t think I needed a reason to help someone. It called being a decent human being.”he said with a ‘duh’ tone in his voice.
“My turn. You don’t have answer this if you don’t want to, but what happened to your voice? Were you like born with it?”the question hit like a tone of bricks. I have a battle in my head on weather telling him would either be the biggest mistake of my life, or I should just trust him. Without even realising, still stuck in my head, me hand glides over the paper, applying ink in the form of letters. It took a while but he waited patiently beside me.
“No I wasn’t born with it. I was sailing with my mum and a storm hit three years ago. My mum died and I got hit in the head and drowned, I was in a coma for 2 months after that but I never fully recovered with my speech.”I watched as he read the words on the page. He looked at me with confused, so I lifted my hair on the right side of my head to reveal the scar were no hair grew. It sliced from the left side of head just behind my hair line to the back of my head and stopped.
“Shit!”I tried not to flinch at the word but I have a feeling he caught it.
“I have to go home now.”I wrote on the paper while he was sill somewhat shocked. But if I come back late from school, it’s not going to end very good for me.
“wait, umm can’t you like stay or something?”I really liked that idea, but as always dad comes first. So I shake my head and he sighs before agreeing.
“Come on, ill drop you home. On one condition thought.” He wore is adorable yet mischievous smile.
“You have to be my friend.”He stated with his arm extended. Honestly Ive been avoiding this because I’m afraid of getting hurt. But I would rather get hurt than lose him already.
“y-yeah”I reply and shake his hand.
We get into his car and start to drive back in the direction we came in.
“were am I taking you?”he asked with his eyes still on the road. I still had the pen and paper so I write were he should drop me.
“31 Barkley Avenue.”
“Next stop, 13 Barkley Avenue.”I watched a smile dance across his amused face. He just looked so perfect, so free and happy.
It took 15 minutes to get to my house. He pulled up a few houses down and I start to get out the car when he grabs my arm.
“Ill see you in school tomorrow?”
“Y-yeah.”I reply before leaving. It felt like I was walking away from my heaven straight into the depths of hell.Â
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