Bellissimo

CHAPTER 34

Their house is surprisingly cozy, and beautiful. The two storied house is not vast, humongous or aristocratic like a mansion. It is plain, cute and warm.

Tyler softly drops me on a sofa, looking at my cut knee carefully. He motions towards Jackson to go somewhere, his brother obliges.

Tyler keeps standing infront of me, looking so confused. I would be confused too, if I saw a semi homeless person infront of me in this condition.

I don't blame him,

"Hey, I- are you feeling okay?" He asks me, and oh, I do like his voice.

"Um yeah, just a gash. I'd be fine and good to go if I lie down for an hour or so, is it okay?" He immediately nods his head, putting his lips in a straight line.

"Ty! Mama's not home," Jackson comes back into the room, and Tyler's face pales.

His gaze lingers on my bloody knee and ankle as he swears to himself, "fuck it,"

He disappears from the room as Jackson sits beside me on the sofa.

He runs his little hand on my bruised knee, softly. Though I don't feel any pain, I feel numb.

"Ty didn't lie, mama was home a while ago. She probably just went around somewhere, you can get comfy here," Jackson tells me and I smile at his words.

We sit there in silence untill Tyler comes back into the room, with a big rusty box in his hands. His smooth forehead has sweat glistening on them, God what was he doing? Running a mile to get me a fast aid box?

"Our mums a nurse, so we got this things at home," Tyler coolly says, I nod at his words wordlessly.

"Okay," I whisper, hissing out when I feel a pull in the back of my neck. Must be from all the running around today.

He pulls out a bag of cotton and a small bottle of antiseptic, looking unsure of himself. He cautiously looks at me before he goes to touch my outstretched knee, as if he's asking for permission. Just when I nod, looking at him blankly- he grabs the downer bit of my thigh and puts my leg on his.

I clench my jaw to keep myself still, to keep myself from blushing like a mad woman. Since when did I blush? But feeling the muscles of his thighs under mine is so raw, and it is making me feeling giddy everywhere.

I haven't had sex in four months.

I don't realize it when he finishes bandaging up my thighs, I felt no pain. God, I'm a fucking weirdo.

"Look, all patched up!" He quietly exclaims, looking proud of himself.

He did quite a good job though, for a person who looked like he never went through the damn box.

"Hey, Lynn! Your knee looks good. Ty, mum left a note." Jackson comes bouncing to me, patting me on the shoulder, "She got called to a night shift, it was a last minute call. She doesn't know when she'll be back home,"

Tyler face becomes sour, he looks pissed for a while. But his normal demeanor comes back on when he sees me looking at him.

I lower my gaze to the floor, utterly embarrassed. Im in a strangers house, interrupting their life- because I have nowhere to go. It's not like I ever truly had a home though.

I never had a home, ever. Everywhere, I was dropped down in the middle of something - interrupting others life.

This is so Goddamn pathetic.

"So Lynn huh?" Tyler sits back down beside me, Jackson nowhere in sight, again. I nod at his words, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and insecure. I really am a homeless person now, huh? God knows what Tyler must be thinking. He definitely didn't buy what I said, about living in the other part of NYC. But it is true though, but I can't live there anymore.