Worthless (Darkmore series, 1)

Footsteps -Alex

I let Leo and Makayla sleep, and I do chores around the house. I hated doing it at home, being horribly punished if I didn't, but here, I don't mind. I know nothing will come to me if I don't clean the house. At least, I hope. Makayla couldn't do much to me, and Leo doesn't seem like the kind of person. I clean the stove, even though it wasn't that dirty. I put laundry in the washer, waiting for it to go to the dryer. The house wasn't that dirty, I spent maybe two hours doing everything that bothered me. 

This time, I find a scrap piece of paper on the window sill of the kitchen window. It says "TICK TOK" on it, as if it's time. I try to ignore it, but it lingers in the back of my head, as if it means something. I know it does, one time a note said "WENDIGO" On it, and what do I see? My dad being eaten by a Wendigo and my mom getting her head ripped off. 

I don't really know what else to do. The dishes are done, picked up all the trash, took out the trash, did the laundry. I even got my journal, using the storage spell I put on it, so wherever I go I can bring it without putting much effort into it. Out of boredom, I go upstairs to where Makayla sleeps. I get a blanket from the cabinets and cover her up with it, bringing it to her neck. She's freezing. I kiss her forehead, then walk to Leo's room.

Leo is mostly covered up with a blanket, the blanket about halfway up his back. His back muscles moving up and down with every breath he takes. His arms hugging the pillow, his face halfway in the pillow, and he's on his stomach. I smile, god he's cute. I thought it was weird when he took his shirt off earlier, but I wasn't disappointed with what I saw. 

I never really saw guys with their shirts off, other then the werewolves that tried to show off. Walking around town with no shirt, trying to impress the girls. None of them really got me, since they were all flirting. Leo's . . . I don't know. 

Seeing his muscles go up and down is oddly calming, seeing him breathe, peaceful, I don't know. I'm tired, I should sleep. The Wendigo still haunts me, its face burned into my skull. But I have to sleep. 

Leo moves his body towards the wall, his eyes still closed as he pats the spot next to him. He mumbles something, it's hard to make out what he said. I shake my head.

"Sorry if I woke you up," I say quietly. 

"No, I've been awake." He sits up, rubbing his eyes. It sure doesn't look like it. "Couldn't sleep."

"Nightmare?" I ask, and I wouldn't be surprised if he did. His mom is dead, his dad is a vampire and doesn't remember them, and so is his little brother. 

"Something like that." He leans his head against the wall lazily, I notice myself looking at his stomach again. But I pull my gaze away, trying to keep my eyes on his. "You're tired,"

"Not really." I lie. He lays back down, sleeping the same way he did a moment ago. "I thought you said you couldn't sleep."

"You're here, so it's easier." I think he smiles, I hear his skin rub against the pillow. "Sleep on the bed, it's more comfy, and we've all had a shitty day." I sigh, I won't  argue with him. I'm tired, and he's right, me and him have had a shitty day. I want to take my pants off, how I normally sleep. Sleeping in jeans is the most uncomfortable thing, which is what I learned last night. 

It would be really uncomfortable sleeping with someone else, my dad never slept next to me, or raped me in my sleep, but it was still uncomfortable with just the thought. I trust Leo with all my heart, he's the only one I can trust, but this is something different entirely. I shake my head, I'll get a blanket and sleep on his couch, since me being here someone would make it easier. 

"What? Oh, oh, Jesus, I am so sorry, oh my god." He sits up, dragging a hand down his face like an idiot. 

"No, no, it's fine, just . . ." I flush in embarrassment.