I woke up by myself laying vertically on the couch. The tv was off and I was wrapped in blankets like a cocoon.
That was the weirdest dream ever. I sat up rubbing my head. My blonde hair was tangled in a rat's nest.
"Tea?" Looked up to see Sean standing in front of me, holding a steaming hot mug filled with tea.
It wasn't a dream.
"Thanks." The way I said it made it sound like I was in pain. I took the mug gingerly and placed it on the coffee table next to me.
"You look better." He smiled.
"Oh, so I look less awful now." I said laughing at his reaction earlier.
He bit his lip and I tried not to get turned on by it. "Yeah sorry bout that."
I was totally distracted by his perfect teeth gnawing on his bottom lip nervously. "Something smells good." I said to change the subject.
"Yeah I'm making spaghetti." He shrugged.
"Why?"
"Aren't you hungry?" He laughed.
"Well yeah. But still. Most people make chicken soup or something."
"Well I'm not most people."
"Well then." I huffed.
Am I upsetting you sweetheart?" He smirked obviously he didn't forget about what I said. Even though I took it back.
I growled. "You're gettin' there."
"Good." He smiled. His teeth were so white it was amazing.
He went back to the kitchen to tend to the spaghetti.
I stood up on my shaky legs and followed him with my quilt still wrapped around me. I sat on one of the bar stools and leaned on the counter. I just watched him stir the boiling sauce next to the pot of spaghetti. "I didn't know you could cook?"
"I kind of have too." He chuckled.
I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I was too weak to question it.
"Doesn't your mom cook?" I laughed.
He stopped stirring. His whole body seemed to tense up. "No."
"Sean. You okay?" I asked, getting a little scared of his body language.
"Yeah." He began stirring the sauce again. "It's almost done."
"Okay." I was worried.
He drained the pasta, put it in two bowls and put the sauce on top. "Bon appetit." He smiled.
"You're cute." I rolled my eyes.
He laughed and slid my bowl to me. "Thanks." I replied.
"Sorry about saying you looked awful." He started eating this pasta.
"It's cool. I probably do." I admitted.
"But you don't." He laughed. He looked like he was blushing but I wasn't sure.
"Now you're lying."
He looked dead in my eyes. "I'm not." He had this way of looking at me where I knew he was honest.
"Oh. Well thank you." I said and the corners of his mouth rose forming a smile.
I took a bite of the spaghetti. It was amazing. He was such a good cook.
"So? What do you think?" He asked.
"It's okay." I put on my best poker face.
He smiled. "You're a horrible liar."
I gasped. "I am not!"
"You are." He laughed.
"No I'm not!" I shrieked. I heard the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.
He laughed so hard. "Sweetheart you're as bad as they come!"
I crossed my arms and huffed. "You're the only one who knows when I'm lying."
"I'm the only one who has said anything." He smirked.
"Ugh!" I gave up and I dug my fork in my spaghetti angrily. "Fine you're a cooking wizard alright!" My poker face failed and I cracked a smile.
"Hmmm a wizard, huh? Thanks sweetheart that's so nice of you to say." He put his hand on his heart sarcastically.
"Save it." I shoved him.
He winced. Then he sat up straight again trying to recover like nothing happened.
I just stared at him concerned. "What was that?"
"What was what?" He stammered.
"Sean I'm serious. Are you hurt?"
"I'm still a little sore from Dallas okay?"
I took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. His body was covered in fresh, purple, bruises and scrapes that were only starting to heal.
I jumped back and covered my mouth with my hands in utter shock to see him in that condition. He wasn't even that bad after the fight with Dallas.
He got up and quickly walked over to me. "Michelle don't freak out, please." He put his hands on my shoulders looking in my eyes. His glowed like always but he looked worried and scared, something I hated seeing in him.
I moved my hand. "Sean. I want to know what's going on and I want to know now."
He looked away from me and ran his hand through his luscious dark locks. "I'm sorry. I-I can't tell you."
"Why not!" I stomped my foot like a little girl.
"Because I don't want you to be afraid of me. I'm not a good guy."
"I couldn't be afraid of you. Trust me.
Remember you made me promise that I could trust you."
"Yeah. Trust me. You don't want to know me."
"But I do! I shouted.
"No. You don't."
"Don't tell me what to do Sean. You're scaring me with all theses secrets!"
"And I haven't even told you the worst part." He gave me one final look in my eyes before running off.
"Sean wait!" Tears brimmed my eyes. I ran after him. He shut the front door in my face leaving me behind.
I felt so hurt. I just looked at the door for a little while. Tears rolled down my cheeks and dripped off chin. I didn't have the energy to wipe them away so I let them stain my face.
He left me alone.
I hate feelings. I try to shut them out for so long but sometimes I can't help it and every time I get hurt.
I leaned against the door and started to weep. My body shook with sobs until I came to my senses. I was being ridiculous. I stood up and smoothed out my clothes. Why was I crying over him? He's just a boy.
Yeah a boy you like a lot, my subconscious mind answered my own question.
I cringed. I hated to admit that I liked Sean. Even if it was only to myself. I had feelings for him. More than I've ever had for any other guy. To see him walk out on me, to keep secrets from me, lie to me. He was beginning to be worse than Dallas. I bit my lip. Worse than Dallas....that couldn't be. Could it? Sean did seem like a heartbreaker from the start. Maybe he was saving me from that?
But it was too late. I've already fallen for him. I don't think he can be saved anymore.
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