Forth Beam short stories 2

Memories

Beam's P.O.V.

The incessant knocking at my door was annoying me. If it's Pha or Kit I'm going to kick their asses. There's no need to knock like that. I took a deep breath to calm myself before opening the door so I wouldn't yell at whoever was behind it. Seems like I needed another one because no one could prepare me for what was waiting outside the door. I glared at him for a second before closing the door as quickly as I had opened it.

"Bee please." I heard the muffled beg through the door. It made my heart hurt. I hadn't heard that nickname in so long. He had stopped calling me that even before we broke up. From the glimpse I got at him, I could see the bruises and bags under his eyes. Just a second and his image had been burned into my mind. The selfish part of me that wanted to protect my heart screamed at me to walk away. To get in bed and pretend this never happened. That he hadn't come to see me again. But the part of me that still hurt because of him was whispering that he was hurt. That I should let him in just to make sure he was ok. Somehow that was the one that won and I grabbed the door handle again. This time bracing myself. Hoping that when I opened the door he wouldn't be there and this was all a dream. But there he was looking defeated and tired. I cleared my throat not trusting myself to speak. He looked up hopeful. I stepped aside and he seemed to understand coming in. He sat down on the couch while I looked for the first aid kit. The silence between us louder with each passing second. I sighed sitting beside him and tending to his wounds. The only sound was his hissing when I touched his bruises. He didn't even say anything when I pressed a little harder than I should on his wound. Once I made sure he was alright and every wound was tended to I resumed being mad.

"What are you doing here Forth?" I asked even surprising myself with the coldness of it.

"Do I need a reason." He responded still not looking at me.

"We are not together anymore. So yes you do. What do you want?" I asked getting angrier. This time he turned to look at me.

"You! I want you!" He said exasperated.

"Get out! Now! I'm done with this." I said standing up from where I was sitting beside him.

"Bee." He said once again looking into my eyes. I could see the pain in them. But right now I couldn't think about his pain I had to worry about mine.

"No! stop calling me that Forth. We are done. We've been for three months now. You don't just get to barge in here like everything's ok. Like you didn't just break my heart a couple of months ago." I said releasing my pent-up anger.

"You think I wasn't hurt too?" He said angry.

"I don't give a fuck if you were hurt too. Just like you didn't care either when you decided to break up with me without a clear reason." I yelled at him even if it was a lie.

"I made a lot of mistakes Beam. But you can't say that I didn't care about you." He said fiercely. I was taken aback by hearing him calling me my full name. I wasn't about to back down though.

"Stop beating around the bush. Why are you here? What else do you want from me?" I said raising my voice.

"I don't know." He screamed too. But his was more of a desperate plea. My stupid heart felt for him even if I didn't want to.

"Then get out." I said softly.

"No." He said looking down. His voice was firm even if he looked broken.

"Forth." I said sternly. I could feel my resolve breaking. I don't know how many more times I can will myself to tell him to leave.

"Please. Just tonight. I'll sleep by the door of your bedroom if you want me too. Just let me stay here tonight."

"Why?" I asked. I had already broken my resolve. I just wanted to know why.

"You're my safe place." He said and I sighed.

"Don't say things like that!" I said avoiding looking at him. I shouldn't have opened the door this is not only messing with my head it's messing with my heart.

"I'm sorry." he said voice breaking and looking down. I stared at his figure for a second slouched down. Seeing him so vulnerable shook me. Not even when we broke up he seemed like this. I think that was one of the things that hurt me the most. Back then he was stoic. I couldn't tell his emotions. It was like he built this wall to not let me in. He didn't even give me a reason as to why he was breaking up with me. I was left with no answers. But now I could see the hurt and how much it affected him too. It didn't make sense why he was like this if he ended things. Before I could finish my internal battle he started crying. I had never seen him cry.

"Are you crying?" I asked the obvious but it just didn't seem real. I quickly took a step forward capturing his face in my arms. I gently raised his face to look at him. His eyes were teary and red and he just seemed so broken. He took the opportunity to hug me tightly. I just sighed hugging him back. "You can stay. Just for today but you need to tell me what's wrong." I said rubbing his back softly to calm him.

I know I should hate him. I should make him leave. By this point, I should have stopped caring about him. But I hadn't. I still cared for him and my heart aches seeing him like this. I guided him to the bed making him sit down. I wanted to wait until he stopped crying to ask questions. He curled up in my lap and continued crying. I just tried to comfort him since I wasn't sure what to do. Forth crying was the most unusual situation ever.