Loss Of My Life

Chapter 05

Lyle

I park my car in front of the Smith's house, turning my music down. I sighed, taking off my sunglasses and putting them on the wheel. I look out of the car and towards the small home, then to my watch:

8:59 AM. Made it just in time.

Turning off the car, I shove my keys into my pocket and get out of the car, locking it after closing the door.

I shove my hands into my pocket, whistling as I walk up to the front door. Leaning over a bit I squint at the keypad, putting in the digits I remember Elijah wrote down for me the day before.

Thankfully the numbers were right, and I hear a click. I smile to myself, turning the knob and opening the door, stepping into the house. All the lights were off, but the sun peaking in through the blinds lit up the house just enough.

I take off my shoes and put them by the side of the door, then walk into the kitchen and fish my keys out of my pocket, placing them on the counter.

Releasing a little sigh, I glance at my watch again. 9:01, just about time to wake Sylas up.

Walking down the hallway, I turn the corner to the room that I had went to the day before and place my hand on the knob, slowly turning it. As the door creaks open I peak my head in to see him slumped beneath the covers in his bed, light snores emitting from his sleeping body.

I chuckle quietly, leaning against the door frame. My eyes follow each rise and fall of his chest, his face peaceful as he sleeps. When he was awake, he always looked soft, he had such a baby face. But, while he slept it was even more prominent.

Upon realizing that I had just been staring at him as he slept I stand upright and clear my throat, shaking my head. What's wrong with me? I walk up to the side of the bed and glance around, looking for the wheelchair.

While I'm looking for it, I notice something huge covered by a cloth in the corner of his room, and I glance over at his sleeping form before walking towards it. Removing the cloth, I'm met with the sights of a piano. It's a rather nice looking one, and it makes me think that it was rather expensive. It was adorned by dust, which gives me the impression that it hadn't been used in a while. Running my fingers over the keys, I brush the dust off of it and it falls onto the bedroom floor. I glance over to the side and notice the wheelchair sitting beside it, remembering the former task at hand.

Quickly, I cover up the piano with the cloth again and take the wheelchair, wheeling it to the side closest to him, then I tap his shoulder.

"Sylas. Wake up." He lets out a groan, his upper half rolling to the side while his legs stay awkwardly where they are. I wince at the sight. I then pat his shoulder again, and he finally jerks awake. "Come on, time to get up."

Sylas lets out a groan, running a hand down his face. His hair was so messy and I resist the urge to fix it. I breathe a soft chuckle, looking at his transformers pajamas. He notices me staring and immediately begins to blush, covering the logo on his shirt with his hands, as if that would hide anything.

When he becomes less discombobulated he nods his head, "Okay."

I take in a deep breath, sliding my hand under his legs and the other against the middle of his back. I pick him up and then place him in his wheelchair, in which he rests his forearms on the arms of the chair. I then begin to wheel him out the room, though realize I'm not quite sure where it is.

"Uh, sorry. Where is your bathroom?" I ask quietly, and he doesn't say anything, just pointing to a door two doors down. I nod my head and set that way, opening the door once I get there.