The Child Executioner

Drunk Boyfriend

I wake up to the sound of something hitting the window. My eyes flick open. Aviva and Forrest are still in their bunk bed sleeping peacefully. Ivory is in her little bed sprawled eagle style. Then something hits the window again. I open it. The harsh wind whips my hair backwards. I look back into the room and I see Ivory stir. I turn around again and look out. I'm not exactly over the fear of the spirits and things in the night but at least I can function with it. It's starting to get light so I can make out a figure clad in all black that has shoulder length hair. It's Rob.

He waves and I can't help but smile. I love him so much. I can feel my heart melting every time I see him. I wave back and then hold up my pointer finger, telling him to wait. I swivel around and then nab my pack that I usually carry with me. I sleep with my clothes on so all I have to do is step into my boots and I'm ready. I move back to the window. Rob motions to hurry up so I swing my legs over and close the window behind me before I descend the uneven boards of our house. I go to jump the last few feet but Rob comes up behind me and slides me onto his shoulder. I smile down at him and he smiles up at me. He catches me by surprise when he swings me down into his arms baby style.

"Hey Baby, how are you doing?" he asks in his smooth voice, smirking because he knows its effect on me

Wow. I'm so in love its ridiculous. My heart doesn't care, It positively drips with love as I'm held this close to him. but there are appearances to keep up, even to him.

"Hey put me down. I'm not a baby" I say in the poutiest voice I can manage. I usually sound like some dark, emotionless teenager drawling in monotone. Also known as I can't pout.

"Actually you're my baby. I don't think I want to put you down." He says, pulling me close.

I can smell heavy alcohol on his breath. He'd get put in the prison for the night doing that. It's a wonder his words aren't slurred.

"Whatever. I've got my knife" I say, not mentioning it

"you wouldn't cut me" he says, scowling playfully.

"I'd cut your hair." I grin devilishly

That makes him drop me like a sack of potatoes, my head hits the ground and I see stars for a second

"Babe. You okay?" Rob asks staggering a little at the sudden imbalance.

"Yeah" I say, crawling back to my feet. My vision filters back in slowly. I hate being dropped."You know you could have just set me down?"

"I'm Sorry." he says, looking pretty genuine "I didn't mean to drop you. My arms decided to give out instead of letting me let you down."

"It's alright" I mutter "You're really drunk aren't you?"

"Yeah. Sorry Babe. Want me to get a bit sobered up before I come get you?"

"It's fine. I've got some water. You are going to need that after you do get sobered up."

"I'll just go speed up the process, give me a sec"

He stumbled across the cobblestone street and then leaned over into the neighbors shrubbery after a minute he came back.

"You threw up didn't you?"

"Yeah, sorry"

"It's okay, just don't expect me to kiss you"

"Okay"

We set off walking down the desolate street. Rob clutching my hand like he would die if he didn't. He's not bad when he isn't drunk but I don't like it when he is.

We moved along slowly, I looked down the street. Only lights in the castle were on. I saw two dark figures in one window. Probably the king and queen. I know I'm supposed to love them but really I hate them. They have such murderous ways. There is an execution of a thief today. He stole a loaf of bread from the bakers. He was homeless. Its a crime but I don't think it's execution worthy.

Actually said execution is only half an hour away. People will be heading out soon. I direct Rob over to a bench and he sits down wearily. I take out my water and give it to him. He splashes most down his front on the first try so I guide the bottle to his mouth. He finishes half of it then offers it back to me. I scowl and hold it back to his mouth until he finishes it.

Not that the intention wasn't nice but seriously not while he's drunk. I so want to kiss him but he would probably bite my tongue or something. Instead I intertwine my fingers in his again and we watch the sun rise.