Death and murder triggers (Don't know if that's a thing but just in case. Also, nothing graphic.)
After a few minutes of critical thinking, I was stumped and decided to go check out what happened with Fiesty-Pants. I peered my head into the corridor and focused at the man pacing back and forth in the living room. My judgement said to steer clear but I needed to know if he felt what just happened.
I quietly tip-toed toward the small brunette in his white t-shirt and skinny jeans, absentmindedly mumbling to himself. "Mitch?"
He abruptly snapped his head to look at my face, making my stomach drop. "What do you want newbie?"
"What, um... what happened back there?" I whispered, afraid of another outburst due to my little attack.
He sensed my discomfort and softened his harsh body stance, sighing. "Nothing, Scott. Don't worry about it. Just stay out here so you aren't alone."
"Okay. Um...so what do people do in the meantime here?" I asked, curious of the normal schedule. I sat down on the sofa.
He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, slightly sinking into the plushy material. "Most try to get all of their cases done as soon as possible, but I on the other hand, don't really care because I'm not ending up in Heaven anyway."
My mouth dropped. "W-what?! Why not Mitch?"
"They don't take murder lightly in Heaven," he chuckled.
"Y-you," I weakly pointed at his figure. "You killed another person?!"
"My father in fact." He smirked at my absolutely confused expression. "It was easy to do considering that I endured cigarette burns and daily beatings, along with living through my mother's 'suicide.'" He made air-quotes around the last word. "He beat her and then put a bullet through her head. Once she was done, he tried to get to me. Little did he know, I had a pistol under my mattress and that was the last thing he ever saw."
"Wow. I'm sorry, Mitch." I stood up and walked over to where he leaned against the wall. And I hugged him.
"Woah, woah, woah!" He tried prying my arms from around his tiny body but I wouldn't budge. I held him until his tense body relaxed and he actually wrapped an arm around my torso as I heard a little sniffle. "You are the first person to hug me since my mother died."
I squeezed him tighter and whispered in an attempt to soothe his poor mind. "Shhh, it's okay. It's all going to be okay." I felt his body release and he would have crumbled to the ground if it weren't for my grip. I picked him up, wrapping his legs around my waist as his head drooped onto my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my neck. I carried his weak form to my bedroom, sitting on my bed as I witnessed the sobs raking his body. "Hey, hey. Look at me."
His head lifted from the crook of my neck and looked into my white eyes. "It's okay now. I promise." I stroked the back of my hand against his cheek in a circle, drawing a yawn from the beautiful man. Maybe guardian angels can sleep after all?
He suddenly pressed his lips against mine and I saw a flash of a little boy running from his father and I knew that he had more to tell me. He smiled slightly before a yawn overtook his lips, reminding me of his exhaustion.
I laid him down on my bed and kissed the sleepy boy's cheek, grinning as his tiny body nuzzled against mine. I heard his breathing slow not more than a minute later and I began to drift off myself, falling into a dream of the brunette beauty in my arms.
(So I'm gonna leave it there for tonight and go get some sleep because I am still exhausted. Goodnight guys!)
Love you guys and stay sassy :*
~ Courtney
