Instructors Love

6

Kain’s point of view:

It was saturday tomorrow so I didn’t have many plans. The most I wanted to do was go skate around. I looked down at the sleeping angel in my arms, I wasn’t usually tired at this time. I’m always up late night grading projects and working on commissions. 

Currently, I make my living from being an artist and selling from a pen name. Of course teaching at the art shop pays nicely, I just have the opportunity to make more money doing both. 

Dylan was so trusting with me. We hadn’t met too long ago, and yet he still let me see him in such a vulnerable state. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find pleasure in looking at his face and how it’s ever so easy to make him flustered. From the way that he walks to the way he looks at you, Dylan was so pure. It’s a purity that you want to protect, a purity you want to keep to yourself. 

I didn’t like seeing him that scared the other night, like a rabbit with its tail stuck between a wolf's claws. It was different from when I had first seen him walk into my classroom, His big doe eyes and fragile demeanor. To see such a fragile boy being fucked with- 

I started to ball my fist on the back of his sweater. I admired the sleeping boy and calmed myself down. He softly breathed into my chest. He seemed so at peace, that is until his body started to lightly twitch. Light twitches grew bigger until they were jolts. He started to yell and kick, tightening his grip on the front of my grey shirt. I tried pulling him closer to my chest, but he pushed himself away violently. 

“Dylan!” His eyes shot open and he looked frantic. He was huffing and tearing up, sitting in the corner of his bed. “Hey, Angel, is everything ok?” I kept my voice soft, trying not to spook him anymore than he already was. Instead of saying anything, he answered by crawling back into my arms and sobbing.

I held him for the rest of the night, and come morning I could still see small streaks of tears stained on his snowy white porcelain skin. I wonder what happened, why he was so psyched out last night? Nonetheless, I wanted to make sure he was ok.

I looked down when I felt the small boy begin to move. He fluttered open his eyes,  batting away the sun's golden light. “Bright.” He simply said, the curtain in his room was wide open. 

I chuckled softly at the sleepy boy, “Good morning, angel.” His pale skin brightened a soft pink. 

We both got up and started to get ready, I didn’t have much, I was just collecting my stuff. Dylan groaned from across the room, throwing his head back, “I don’t want to go to the shower rooms!” He cursed the air and fumbled with the clothing in his wardrobe.

“I’ll go with you.” He swiftly turned over to me with a look that said,

“Are you crazy?” He grabbed his clothing and closed his wardrobe. “You can’t come with me to shower!”

“Why not?” I slipped on my shoes. “I wanna come with, I’ll lock the door so no one gets in.”

He huffed in response, I guess that's a yes? He gathered his things and we walked down to the shower rooms. We both walked in and I closed the door behind us. “Is it locked?” He stared up at me. 

“Yes angel,” I placed my hand on his head, “I locked the door.”