The Boy With Tattoos

Chapter Six

TBWT | Chapter 6

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Ξ N y x R e e d Ξ

Derek just stared at me from the door frame. It was like he was trying to figure something out. It was almost like how I looked when I was playing with a jigsaw puzzle. So, you can imagine confused as fuck. When he finally came in the nurse left us. I didn't know why she did that, but somehow I was glad.

"You're up?" He asked. I felt like it was a stupid question because I was obviously 'up'. He reminded me of the dumb blonde nurse asking a "Dumb question, I meant to say how are you feeling?" He had interpreted my thoughts. He asked a better question, but it was still going to get a smart ass remark from me.

"Oh, I'm feeling everything above the waist. I bet you're feeling everything though," I countered with a smirk placed on my lips. His eyes actually burned with anger. I guess I fueled that side of him. Like father like son, I guess.

"Quit the fucking hard act for a second. Ever since I met you, you had this front I could feel it. Just for one fucking moment, be you. Be fucking nice, or something." Derek's voice was rough and it was strangled coming out. I really had made him upset. In the end, I only felt good about myself. Making the demon spawn of Max frustrated was only in my benefit.

"Hard act, what in the world are you talking about?" I asked sarcastically. Making him flustered was really funny. His face was progressively turning a brilliant red. Aw, poor baby. Not really. I didn't like him, so there was no need to consider his feelings.

"You know what! The only reason I want to help you is that I know how you feel. That feeling of being alone, it's burning in your chest. It's eating you up inside. That feeling of never getting out of here, I know what it feels like Nyx, and I'm going to help you if you like it or not. I'm not saying I'm going to be your protector, but I'm sure as hell not letting any crazy shit happen to you." His words felt sincere, and for a second I let my guard down. I actually felt myself wanting some of that comfort. I shouldn't. I didn't want to get close to him. I will never want that.

"Fuck off Derek," I said as I closed my eyes and turned my head in the opposite direction.

"No," his voice rose. It seems like that he wasn't going to put up with my stubbornness. "I'm not fucking off. What the hell have I've done to make you not trust me? I know that I punched you, but can you actually believe that I'm truly sorry about that. Hitting a girl is the last thing I wanted to do!"

My eyes shot open and I turned to look at him with a hard line on my lips. "Why can't you just drop it? What have I done to deserve your trust? Why do you fucking care so Gosh damns much?" I screamed at him. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I hardly even knew this guy, and he was acting like I meant the world to him. Guess what? He meant less than nothing to me. He needed to leave me alone.

"Because Nyx! If you have no one to trust in a world like what we live in, you're going to get burned. Trust me that burn is going to end up hurting you more than it does on the surfaces. I don't want that to happen to anyone else. Just fucking trust me. Damn you're so stubborn just like your mom." Did he just say I was like my mother? Why would he say that? I wasn't even like her. I didn't even look like her. Why would anyone ever compare me to her? I wasn't a screw-up. Well, recently I wasn't. For the past two years, I wasn't. I didn't cut myself anymore. I didn't drink anymore. I didn't do drugs anymore. I was clean. I wasn't trying to be broken. I'm way too young to be broken.

Just thinking about all the bad things brought tears to my eyes. I could remember everything in detail. It was like my brain was reminding me all of the dreadful things in my life. I hated when I could remember because remembering only will make me miserable.