The Boy With The Eyes That I Can Only Remember( Kickthepj/Pj Liguori )

Chapter 11

Pj's POV

I can't sleep.

I mean, how could I? There is currently a ridiculously gorgeous girl, laying curled up in a ball in a sofa that is much to small to contain even the smallest of bodies as herself. I know her well enough from Chris's countless babbling sessions going on about the "way her hair flows" and how she "has the prettiest smile". Well I'll be damned if I said he was wrong in the slightest but I wasn't anticipating him to be so right.

She does know what's going on, not a single clue. Does she even know what she had gotten herself into? One swift word from the boy that she loves, and she is all on board with this fantasy of getting away? Well it isn't going to be all crumpets and tea when she gets there as she might think. To hell with everything she might be thinking, she doesn't even know she is going to be living with three other guys apart from Chris.

I was deep into thought when out of the corner of my eye I saw the blanket covering her just barely begin to slip. I walked over and grabbed the corner of the blanket which just slightly uncovered her bare arms which I noticed were stricken with bruises.

How could that have come about?

I pulled the blanket just slightly more when, to my dismay, more bruises. More bruises, but this time, almost in the shape of a hand. That can't be, there is no way anyone would hurt such a small girl.

That's not fucking happening.

I must have gripped the cover a little too tight, because she came bolting awake.

"Chr- what? Pj?" She looked scared.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." I mumbled out. I hope she didn't see anything.

She pulled the blanket up over her shoulder and turn her back, burying her face into the couch cushion.

Pouting are we?

What? What did I literally just think? God that was creepy as hell. There is most definitely something wrong with me. I need some sleep.

I walked over to the bathroom door and slowly creaked it open, trying not to be too loud. I splashed some water on my face and began brushing my teeth as I stared in the mirror. It was an odd feeling, looking into my own eyes. Something seemed different, something seemed... Off.

Must be nothing, just tiredness.

I walked over to my designated spot for sleeping and stopped on the way to look at her. I got that feeling again, from a second ago when I looked into my own eyes. Something is most definitely different.

As I laid down to finally get some sleep, I looked into the kitchen and saw the time displayed rather obnoxiously in the darkness.

3:15

Great, only a few hours left to sleep so why not?

I shut my eyes, and slowly drifted into sleep.

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I'm gonna be undergoing some massive edits to previous chapter so...
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-Kiera