Just You And Spice

Our Little Secret

I'm startled awake by fingers running through my hair. My first instinct was to grab the wrist and twists, but the person gently stroked my wrist. Normal people would freak out if they woke to someone touching them but I knew this person. My eyes flutter open to stare up at the man sitting next to me.

"Happy birthday Elias." He says and holds out a plate of pancakes with a single candle. Glaring I sit up and take the plate. How dare he wake me up so early. It's the weekend I don't have classes today and dinner with my family isn't until night. Stupid man.

Grumpily I blow out the candle so I can enjoy these pancakes. Rhett takes the candle off and tosses it into the trash. I wish to yell at him for waking me up so early but he got be pancakes...I love pancakes.

As I dig into the pile of fluffy goodness Rhett begins pulling out some of my clothes. I never understood why he does it, only on the weekends. During the week he doesn't come into my dorm unless I need him. I like to start my mornings in peace. Nothing good happens if he tries to ruin my morning.

"Your mother wishes to see you. It is why I woke you." He mumbles while bringing the clothes over. The pancakes in my stomach turn at the thought of seeing her. They threaten to come up but I hold it back with a hand to my mouth. Rhett takes the plate from me so he can take my hand. His other hand brushes my cheek and I hold back the flinch.

"I know you don't want to see her but my hands are tied. Oliver tried to convince your father but well...you know how he is." He murmurs. His gentle voice and gentle hands make the anxiety and fear calm slightly. My father....the man who I hate the most in this world, right before my own mother. I do know him, though I wish I didn't.

I bask in Rhetts touch for a moment before standing up. If I am going to face my mother I would like for it to be quick. Rhett stays on my bed as I grab my things to shower. I know he is trying to think of things to make me feel better, but it's useless. Nothing could help me with this. I hate her.
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Claire Hives lays on a bed struggling to sit up as I walk in. Rhett stays at my side, a hand brushing against my own in a silent form of comfort. When her full eyes find me she smiles, as any mother would when see their child. But I wish she wouldn't. I don't wish to see it.

"Elias...my sweet baby, come, let me see you." She croaked while opening her arms. Her smile falters when I stay where I am. If I leave Rhett or if he leaves me I might break. "I'm fine where I am Mother." I mutter. As usual her smile turns into a scowl and she sneers at me. "Young man...I won't ask again. I am your mother and you will not disrespect me."

Even now I don't utter a word. To take back would earn a smack on the face. I got many of those when I was younger. It wasn't that I was afraid of getting hit again, mother can barely move these days. It is because I don't wish to do as she says.

She never cared for me...she cared for the riches father gave her. It is why she married him and I hate her for it. While father did spoiled me she was jealous and hit me when he left. She doesn't deserve kindness.

"I want to leave Rhett." I say looking up at him. Mother continues to have a tantrum as we walk out the door. Her nurse brushes past us with a sorry smile that I ignore.

Back at the college, Rhett watches me as I throw things at a wall. Whatever I get my hands on I throw it. This is my day. My birthday and she ruined it. I hate her. I let out a cry as I throw a book at the wall. Tears sting my eyes as I sit on my bed.

Stepping carefully over items Rhett takes a seat next to me, a small bag in his hands. Of course he would get me a gift.

"I know your day hasn't started out that well but I hope this will make it better." He murmurs. Sniffing I take the bag and pull out a box. When I lift the lid I gasp, a sliver necklace with a guitar charm. "Rhett...this is amazing." I whisper. He is gentle when taking out the necklace and while putting it around my neck.