Broken hope

Chapter-9

Maybe it was the way his eyes looked. Peeking from behind his long dark hair. They were so sincere, so caring and curious. They looked trustful. Unlike anyone I've ever talked to. Maybe that's why I decided to tell him the truth and everything. Explain to him that my family hates me, because I killed my brother. Explain to him all that happened that day. And how everyday after that was a nightmare. How every single thing hurt me in the end. I even told him all the things that had happened to me, why its so hard to trust people. Why its so hard to believe the words "I love you" anymore. showed him my scars from myself and my mother. Everything I told him. Something told me to tell him it all, and so I did. I took the risk. But once I was finished and balling in tears I saw something. He understood me, my pain, and everything. His Bright blue eyes showed he understood.

The sun was long gone by now. We were just sitting under the tree. When I was finished talking we just stared at each others eyes. Unexpectedly and quickly Zane hugged me. Not to tight but tight enough. his arms wrapped around mine and his head was by my neck. I have no idea how long the hug lasted but I didn't want it to end.

To have the feeling of someone holding me. To have them care and not disgustedly walk away, was something I longed for. There was some feeling I got, that said he has his own story too and possibly that's why he understands so well.

"What amazes me, so much, is how you're so strong. From every single thing you have been through you kept fighting. even though, there were times you were almost gone, you're still here. You didn't give up, even when you were close to giving up or that you could have you didn't. Heck you even got in the car with me. You came here with me, when you had every reason not to. You trusted me. why?" he asks me gently as he pulled away.

I look at the nearby grass. Slowly moving from the light wind. "I..I honestly don't know why I did. I just felt like I should." I say not knowing how to answer. He doesn't say anything. it was just silent. We were both left to our own thoughts.

looking back at him I decided to ask my own questions for once.  

" Where's your dad?" I quietly question. Zane gives a small smirk, but its a sad one.

"He died. Drugs and alcohol." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry." I answered.

" No it's okay. I didn't like him anyways. I hated him. He was abusive to me and my mother. Every day we would both be beaten. Mom usually got the worst end of it trying to protect me. He's beaten me half to death before. My mom has had to go to the hospital countless times. And every time I fought back or tried to help my mom was a mistake. he was much bigger than me. Every day was a fear, I asked myself every single day, 'how bad is it going to be this time?' I feared for my mom the most though. But one night he wasn't home. mom said he was probably at the bar. And then we got a phone call, the next morning. We were told he was dead. Within the next month we were moving and starting a new life. And that's why I'm here. And when I heard the screams and yells last night, it sounded just how my mom was. Screaming for her life. And your mom walked  out slamming the door just how my dad always did."

He looked at me, I was in tears. But I noticed tears silently falling down his cheek.

" We've both been through a lot." Was all I could say. I was never good with words. He just laughs a little and replies, "yeah. But you, your amazing. You have been through far worse. you had nobody. I had my mother."

I just watched his face. The light wind blowing bits of his hair. I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say.

" Let's go home?" He suggests. I nod my head and he stands up. He sticks out his hand to help me up; my tiny hand holding his big hand felt weird, I felt tingly and happy. But then I I feel like a pathetic weakling once I feel the pain from all my bruises and cuts, but they hurt so bad. All I want to do is lay down.  Step by step to his car hurt. I think Zane could tell, because he kept looking at me worriedly. I needed to change the bandages. The gashes from the glass were bleeding through on some.

Once I got to his car and sat down I felt a little relieved. my legs were sore and cut up from glass and my stomach and side was killing me. I just needed to get home. Zane started the car and we were on our way. I watched out the window as all the dark shadowy trees passed by quick, the moon looking so bight in such a dark sky. Watching out the window made me sleepy and that's when I realized how exhausted I was. I looked over at Zane, he was focused on the road but he looked like he was thinking hard. I took this opportunity to really look at him.

I loved his hair. It was long and black and covered just a little past his eyebrows and went down half way to his shoulders, but if he moved in a way it could cover his eyes. He had a nice jaw line from the side, and his lips were thin but not too thin and in the corner was a small lip ring. His eyes were such a pretty blue and they held a lot of emotion. His shoulders were a little broad and he had some arm muscle but he was thin it wasn't a lot of muscle. His hands were big but they were soft.

I look back out the window quick when he turned to look at me so he didn't know I was staring. And for the rest of the way I just kept my eyes toward the window.

We pulled down our street.

"I'm taking you to my house." Zane he stated.

"Why? I have my own house." I Commented.

"Yeah, but I want you to stay with me tonight, I can take care of your cuts and stuff and my bed is pretty comfortable. the house is warm and My mom is a good cook, she doesn't leave to work until ten, and she would be glad to help." He insisted. I thought to myself for a second, I was out of bandages, there wasn't much to eat. The house is always cold, and my bed sucks. I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay a night.

" Thank you." I Answered. He just smiled and pulled into his driveway. I opened the door before he could for me and got out. We walked up the small steps and into his house. I glanced at my house and no lights were on. No one was home. We get inside and Zane calls out, " Mom?"

"Yeah sweetie? I'm in the kitchen." June's cheerful voice rang. The air was filled with a tempting smell coming from the kitchen. I follow Zane closely behind. We walk through a small door. June was standing over the stove with her back to us. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun and she wore a bright green shirt and pale blue jeans.

"Smells good mom." Zane tells her. Without turning around she says,

" Oh thank you. I was just making a quick pot of spaghetti for dinner before I left for work." Her voice was so cheerful and happy I couldn't help but smile.

" Do we have enough for three?" Zane asks. June then turns around and sees me standing next to Zane. She smiles brightly and happily answers, " Of course."  Zane turns to me and smiles. He whispers in my ear, " Let me talk to her and tell her what's going on." I nod my head and walk away to the living room. I sit down on one of the two light brown small love seats. I turn my attention to the small T.V. The news was on so I decide to just watch that and see what was going on in the world.

After about half an hour or so Zane comes and plops down next to me with two plates of spaghetti. He hands one to me and gives me a cheesy smile. I smile back and thank him.

" So I explained to my mom and she said it's okay for you to stay here as long as you want. We have a spare bedroom but its full of boxes we haven't unpacked yet. But we can get it cleaned out," He tells me. " Oh and my mom is very sorry and cant believe the people in our world, and says your a very strong girl. But she left for work and she wanted me to tell you that."

I smile slightly. I'm not sure if I should stay here. I mean I do have a house. But my mom did tell me she never wanted to see me again, and if she did I would regret it. Zane and June seem very nice and caring. But is it the best idea? I don't know. I'm not sure I want to get that close to Zane. but I did tell him everything and even though we haven't known each other for long we already know so much about each other and I guess you could say were close.

" You don't have to give me an answer now. It's just an open option you would be safe and stuff. But if your uncomfortable with the idea its fine. Were just trying to help I'm no trying to push you into anything or..."

" It's fine I understand. I will think about it. thank you very much, for everything." I interrupt him. He smiles and I smile back.

" You're welcome." He replies and we eat and watch the news. When I finished I put my plate down and looked at the clock. 12:05 am. I yawn and put my head down on a soft couch pillow. I curl up my legs and make sure I don't kick Zane. I look at him and he has his head back and is already asleep. I smile slightly at how cute he looks and then I fall asleep.