Stars in the Darkness

5. Really Riley..?

"Yeah, if he doesn't get what he wants he goes slightly crazy, not legitly but yeah, lashes out on people, normally me." I say lifting my head up to meet his eyes. Sorry, and worry were in his eyes. Sighing I rub my temples, cursing myself out in my head.

"Really..," he asks a hint of fear in his voice, "I.. I don't know what to say.." he mutters embarrassed. I lay my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes.

"It's ok..you don't have to say anything Kyle.." I whisper letting out quiet breathes. If I had to choose how to die, I would want to be next to Kyle. This boy just does something too me, I don't know what though.. I can trust him just like that.. I start to fall asleep on his shoulder, he moves it slightly causing me too wake up. Rubbing my eyes I see him smiling widely.

"You can sleep on my bed if your getting tired.." he says sitting up to get off, nodding my head I lay down. He lifts the covers and lightly drops them on me, closing my eyes again I fall asleep. I feel a small peck on my forehead, letting out a small giggle I hear his soft voice.

"Sleep well Rosalina.." the sound of a door closing tells me he left, and I go to sleep..

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I wake up to the noise of yelling, which made me shift uncomfortable in the bed. Sitting up I look around and see nothing odd, but I look outside, I see someone in athletic sweats and an Underarmor hoodie. The persons hands resting in the pockets, they seem calm but their face reads something else. Their hands jump out and grab on to something, leaning against the window I see Kyle.. What. Standing up I dash out of his room and outside. Getting to the door to open it I see the face, it's Riley.

He tosses Kyle to the side as he sees my face. That jerk.. Stomping from behind the door I stand in front of Kyle. Riley raises his eyebrow as he grabs a chunk of my hair and jerks me away.

"This is none of your business Rose, now go." he hisses, I stand right back where I was. In front of Kyle. Crossing my arms I stare him down.

"No Riley.." I say sternly, he clicks his tongue grabbing my shirt and gives me a sock in the jaw. Falling to the ground next to Kyle I hold my jaw, that hurt.. but I'm not going to give in. Standing back up I have my fists in a ball and stare at him. I know I'm stubborn but no one hurts someone I know. No one. Riley punches me again and I hit the ground, Kyle just stares at me. He mouths why, I shake my head and look back up.

"Stay on the ground bitch," he looks at Kyle and spits, "your going to get yours later.." he starts to walk off but I stand up for the third time. I know what to do, it may be stupid in some people's opinion but it's the best thing.

"Your scared just because I'm defending him? Wow." I say yelling back at him, Riley stops walking and turns around. Locking his hands around my neck he picks me up.

"Rosalina!" Kyle screeches loudly. Riley glares down at his lowly figure, then back up to me. He starts to squeeze and I keep a straight face, showing no fear in my eyes. But as his grip got tighter his eyes showed fear in his and he dropped me to the ground. Kicking me in the side he fixes his hair.

"Your lucky Rose..." he walks away for good, going over to Kyle's side I help him up. He sees my face and lightly brushes his hand over the now bruising areas. I close my eyes as the tissue on my face started to get sore.

"Why did you do that..?" he says whimpering, I give a small smile and shake my head again.

"To protect you of course, but besides that nothing else, you don't deserve to be treated like that, you're an amazing person. And Riley can go away and leave you.." I say to him. Helping him up I notice cuts on the side of his face, lightly brushing my fingers across them he flinches. "Going to have to get those look at that, wouldn't want them to get infected.." he pouts at my words.

"Do you have too?" he whines, laughing at his reply I nod my head. Taking him inside I sit him down on the bed and get the medical kit. Pulling out the hydrogen peroxide I start to dab some on to the cuts he recieved from Riley.

"Why did he come over?" I ask sternly as I apply some cream on to his face. He stumbles over his words, is he trying to make up an excuse?

"U-unresovled business.." he whispers, sighing I put the cream down and pull out bandages.

"Like..?" he shakes his head at my question. Drawing back from his face I look into his brown eyes. They were scared, a hidden past that was kept deep inside that was never told.

"D-dealing with him, I made him look like an idiot once and he hasn't let go of that..," he says quietly, sitting on the ground I wanted to know more. Looking into his eyes I know he was slightly telling the truth, but not all of it. My foot begins to tap on the ground, getting impatient.

"There has to be more...," I whimper, hearing a heavy sigh I mentally slap myself. You haven't known him for even a week and you suspect him to tell you everything? Wow, stupid, way to think about his feelings.

"There is but I rather not..." Nodding my head at his words I stand up and put the medical box away in the bathroom. Opening the cabinet I place it back in and I see a small metal box in the corner, shrugging my shoulders I let it slip my mind. There couldn't be anything bad in there, just probably some pills that were inside. Coming back out I see him fiddling on his phone, sitting down next to him I watch his Twitter account blow up.

"Mr. Popular I see..," I say with a slight tone of humor, he lets out one of his laughs. I guess it isn't too bad being here, but I don't want to make him feel bad for letting me stay here.. He gives me my phone back, wait, when did he have it? Raising my eyebrow to him he gives a smile to me.

"I put my number in there while you were gone, just in case.." he says to me. Aww, he cares. I feel a light blush come over my face, I cover my cheeks quickly so he doesn't see it. Sliding my phone in my pocket I lay down on his bed.

"Kyle!" his mothers voice echoes in the hallways, I see his face go into clear confusion. Standing up he goes to his door and leans his head out. Replying to her she yells back, "a woman wants to see your friend, I'm assuming that it is her mother.."