All is faith in love and hate

Lost with nighmares

I found the pool after a few minuets. I still couldn't find him, though. I looked in the pool and everywhere. "Looking for me?" I heard him right behind me. I jumped and heard him laugh. "Don't look directly at me, I have no tan." I said.

"Don't worry, I don't either." I turned around and he was sitting with his legs in the pool. He had on yellow swim trunks. I was surprised at how lean he was. I expected him to have a roll or two, but he was skinny and a tad bit toned. He smiled at me and slipped into the pool. He came back up a few seconds later. "Are you coming in or not?" I rolled my eyes and jumped into the pool. When I came up he was laughing. "What's so funny?"

"I didn't plan this and I was underwater when you jumped, but do you want me to get that?" He pointed to the purple bikini top on the side of the pool. My eyes widened and I put my hands over my boobs. "Please." I said. He jumped out and grabbed it.

"Come get it." He said.

"No, bring it to me." He rolled his eyes and jumped in.

"Here you go." He said. I turned and slid it over my head.

"It was the least revealing one." I said.

"Yeah, but there were ones that were more revealing, but they were bigger."

"Lets just swim." I said then I felt his arms on my back and back of my knees.

"No, I'll do this." He threw me across the pool and I sunk. When I swam back up he laughed. "Can't catch me." He said and swam away. We spent hours swimming until we heard Marie yell that it was time to eat. By the end of the day it no longer felt like a job. It just felt like I was hanging out with a friend. we were in his room. "So, do you want to spend the night here or go h..." He paused mid sentence.

"What?"

"What happened to your face." I realized that my makeup washed off and you could see the bruise on my cheek.

"I really don't want to talk about it?"

"Did I do that to you in the pool?"

"No, it's been there."

"Please, can I know."

"My dad, he broke down after what happened to my mom and he takes his anger out on me."

"And he's not in jail?"

"As of this morning, he is."

"Then you are staying here whether you like it or not."

"I just..never mind." I hated to sleep in another person's house alone. I would never fall asleep. I would have nightmares. I was staying at a friends house with my mom. We were trying to get away from my dad because he was drunk that night. I was in the room alone when I heard her scream.

"What is it?"

"It makes me sound like a pussy and I can't tell you why."

"What is it?"

"I can't sleep in someone else's house alone. It just causes nightmares."

"Well, then you can just sleep in here. I have a shirt and shorts you could maybe wear."

"Alright. I'm in." He smiled and handed me a shirt and basketball shorts. He walked out of the room and I slipped into them. "I'm finished." He walked back in with only his boxers on.

"You, on the bed." He pulled out a blanket from his closet and put it on the floor.

"No, you get the bed I get the floor."

"You get in the bed or I'll make you." I did as he said, but I felt bad.

"At least get up here with me." He shrugged and stood up, turned the light off, and crawled in on the other side of the king bed. "Goodnight." He said.

"Night." I said. Hopefully I don't have nightmares.