Learning How to Whisper

Chapter four:

Whisper's POV:

My eyes shot open when the front door opened quietly and shut just as softly. Tyler walked across the room, being careful as if not to wake me. He was too late.

"Tyler.." I whispered.

He stopped just before leaving the room.

"Yes?"

"Are you mad?"

He turned around, questioning ly and asked, "Why would I be mad?"

"I yelled at you."

"And?"

"I'm sorry, just stop being mad."

"Whisper, I'm not mad." he told me slipping off his jacket and putting it on the floor in the corner. He extended one arm as he walked towards me, and when he sat on the edge of the couch infront of me he rested it on my back.

"Go to sleep, dearie." he told me kissing my forehead.

"Not alone." I told him holding his arm as he went to stand up.

I could see his smirk through the darkness. His sleek figure leaning back down, and then laying in front of me.

I layed my head against his chest and sighed contently. He fiddled with my hair a bit before he eventually passed out.

I counted to 3,257 before I fell asleep in his arms.

Only to be awoken by the alarm.

Half an hour later.

"Whisper," he called shaking me gentely. "time to get up."

I groaned, sitting up and leaned against him.

Wait. Gus was going to kill me. What was I doing here still?!

I jumped up from the couch and ran to the bathroom. Before I could make it, however, my leg felt a tear and I fell to the kitchen floor.

"Whisper?!" Tyler came running.

I crawled to the bathroom and leaned against the tub. He put his hand over my leg gentely and another on my back. "Are you okay?!"

"I would like to leave now."

"And go where?" He asked pulling his hands from me and sitting on the edge of the tub.

"Home."

"You moved in...remember?"

"I don't belong here." I told him.

My voice was eerily calm.

"Please," he begged. "Stay for the rest of the month. At the end of the month, you decide if you want to go home."

I frowned. It was only the ninth. Twenty-something more days. I couldn't wait that long to go home. Then Gus would surely kill me.

"Please..." He said again.

I looked up at him, his gorgeous eyes, his soft lips, his perfect hair.

The whisperer and the screamer. I smiled softly.

"I will take that as a yes." He smiled and sat up confidently.

"What?"

"You smiled, therefore, you will be staying." He stood up and started the shower and took off his shirt.

I immediately looked away.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Taking a shower."