Fighting Darkness

Chapter Ten

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Through the days, Derek has been nicer, maybe losing his cool once it twice, but gains his strength back and becomes... The old Derek. The nice loving one. Nathan and I have became closer, almost like a relationship, but I guess it's complicated.

"What do you want to do?" Nathan's voice rings through my head. Both of us lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. His face turns towards mine, glowing with the light the setting sun has to give through the blinds.

"Whatever." I shrug my shoulders. His room is so plain, like he never stays here. Everything is so clean, mocha walls brightened by lamps at night; wood furniture that doesn't have a speck on it. He told me he takes care of his mom since his dad died, or that his dad left. Nathan gives out a half hearted laugh, watching my eyes take in everything the cube of a space has to give me. "That's not an answer." My face meets his. His eyes sparkling, dimples showing, just perfect. He's perfect.

"Let's play...twenty questions."

"That's the dumbest game. I played that in middle school." I chuckle at him.

"We're playing it." He says, smiling at me then direction his towards the ceiling. "What did you do in high school?"

"What do you mean? That could be taken in many different ways." Nathan's bright teeth show through his smile before he talks again.

"Like," his brow furrows in concentration,"did you sing?"

I nod my head. "Yeah, I won three awards, had a scholarship to some school, but you know, things change." I shrug my shoulders.

I had a scholarship to go to Juilliard, but I gave it all up when I fell in love with Derek.

"I like singing." He laughs at what he says. "I know it sounds gay and all, but really I think I'm good at it." He states.

"We'll then, sing to me, pretty boy." I offer a smile at him, trying to kill the nervousness he gives off.

Nathan sits up, crossing his legs and straightening his spine. He coughs to add dramatic affect. "What would it be, my lady?" He holds out his hand, letting me take it as we stand up.

"Anything." I whisper to him, because I have a thousands of songs in mind, but those are mine, the one artist I won't share. I don't want anyone else to know.

Grabbing my hand he spins me in a circle. "Oh my goodness I can't hide it. You just smiled when you walked by me. Oh, my goodness." His large hand rest at the small of my back dipping me down. "I know that song." I say before I'm meet face to face before him.

"Oh really." He raise his eye brows. "Who's the artist?"

"Olly Murs." I state simple and clear.

"Sing a part then." A smirk plays on his lips. I take a breathe, it's been years since I've sang. I quit when Derek told me I was horrible at it and I should never sing again. Closing my eyes I let the words drip out of my mouth.

"First sight I believed in first sight. No second thoughts in my mind it just felt right." Green eyes meet mine, jaw dropped, standing in shock. His hands collide with each other, clapping; then cupping it over his mouth. "Go Paige!" He shout whispers, making it sound like an audience.

****Nathan****

I knew there was one thing I loved about Paige and it was watching her smile. The way that one dimple stood out, made it more special then two. She sits on my bed, laying her head in the pillows. "Your room is really clean."

"Is it not suppose to be?" I ask, laughing at her.

"Mine isn't." She giggles. "I have a stack of books at my bedside table. A box of CDs in my closet. Clothes everywhere. You would think since I'm in there most days I would clean it, but nope." She tosses her hands around as if she's showing me how her bedroom is placed. My eyebrows knit together.

"You and Derek don't share a room." She shake her head."No. I needed a place to hide when he brought a girl over." That's disgusting. Why would you bring another women into a household with your girlfriend?

"He's an idiot." I tell her, rolling in the desk chair, throwing crumbled up papers at her. She hit them back at me, landing them at my feet.

"I guess. You sort of get use to it."

"No one should be use to that."

And that's the truth. He's everything you shouldn't be. Abusive, cheating, evil, horrible, disgusting, really I could go on but what would that do for me?

I get up from the black swivel chair, throwing myself into the bed. The white fluffy comforter splashes around underneath us. Laughing at the pillow my face is currently in my sentence is muffled. " we need to go to a club." Paige's eyes look through mine. "Why?"

"It will be fun."

"Yeah I guess."

"Then what do we have to lose?" I say making her laugh. My watch dings signing to me I should be asleep, I have work tomorrow.

My hands find there way to my face, running down all the stress.

"I should get going." Paige pats my leg and walks by my side grabbing her jacket and shoes. Hands finding hers I pull her down onto my chest. "Don't go." I say through her hair.

"I don't want to be a bother." She turns and falls next to me.

"Shut up and go to sleep." Instinctively my arm grab around her waist scooting her closer to me. Her body tenses up, before her head lays in my beating chest.

"I love you." I say as silently as I can.