His Hazel Eyes

Chapter 8

"Why did you do that?!" I ask in a rushed voice "Do you know what he'll do to you!?!" My voice is shaky.

"He won't do anything." he say, taking the seat next to me on his bed.

"You don't know that! You haven't lived with him your whole life! I have to go back, I've been gone for too long!" I say and I start for the door.

Gerard grabs my arm, "Hell no!" he says.

"Yes! He'll hurt you and your family!" I yank my arm away and go up the steps but two arms wrap around my waist. I feel my feet lift off the ground as Gerard carries me back down the stairs

"Gerard let go!" he drops me on his bed and I try to get up again but he sits down by me holding my upper arms in his hand.

"No your not going back there, my mom is calling the police." he says.

"Wait! No! You can't!" I yell.

"He tried to rape you! And psychically hurt you! It's not safe there for you!" he says.

"He's the only family I have left!" I say.

"Please don't go back there..." he says staring into my watery eyes, hurt and sadness in his voice. "Let my mom call the police, you don't deserve to be treated like that." I don't want to go back but what else can I do.

"I have no where else to stay Gerard." I say.

"My mom says that you can have the guest bedroom." He says tightening his grip slightly. He pulls me into a caring hug "Please..." He whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck.

I wrap my arms around him and hug him back. "Okay." I say quietly and I feel him hug me tighter as he sighs in relief.

I finally pull away, wanting to end this conversation, but sad that I ended the hug. Best hug of my life. "Can we work on are art project now?" I ask hoping it would help me forget about everything that just happened. He smiles a little and nods. "Yeah."

"So what do we have to do for this project?" I ask.

"We have to build a three D sculpture out of clay."

"Okay, any limitations or guidelines?" I say remembering how they never give you complete freedom with the art projects.

"It has to be a character from a children's cartoon but it can't be human or humanoid, and it has to be living. The sculpture has to be two feet tall."

"Oh okay. So do you have any ideas?"

"Not even one. I've got artists block, I can't think of a single thing. How about you, any thoughts going through that head of yours?" He says gently taping my head with his finger. I give it some thought, what cartoon did I love to watch when I was small. I'm more of an anime girl myself to be honest. Then it hit me.

"How about Pikachu?" I suggest.

Gerard's face lights up and I can instantly tell that he thinks it's a good idea. "Yeah, that's perfect! Let's get started." He says. We spread news paper on the floor which we put the clay onto. We start to build our Pikachu by building his little feet and his stomach, and we each build an arm. We continued to build for about two hours before some one knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Gerard yells to the top of the stairs. The door opens and Mikey walks down to us and stares at the headless Pikachu. "Mom says dinners ready, and to wash your hand. I think that goes over time for you two." He says starting at our clay covered hands. "So what's all this about?" He asks.

"Art project," I say finishing my arm and looking up at him from my seat on the ground. "We have to build a cartoon character and we chose Pikachu." He nods, "Nice." He says. "See yah at dinner." He says walking back up the stairs and closing the door behind him.

"Come on, let's go wash our hands." Gerard says getting up and walking up the stairs. I quickly follow him, he leads me to the bathroom where we both wash our hand. As we start walking towards the dining room I get really self conscious about the way I look. I relies that I'm only wearing an over sized tee shirt and that I was crying earlier so my makeup is probably smudged and my hair must be a mess. I only really care because I'm about to see Gerard's mother who has already seen me practically naked and now I have to speak to her. I want to make a good impression.

I grab onto Gerard's arm and stopping him in his place. "Yeah?" He asks facing me.

"How do I look?" I ask him which earns me a puzzled look from him.

"What do you mean? You look fine." He says.

"I want to make a good impression. Is my make up smudged?"

"Um..." He says examining my face while slightly tilting his head. He walks up to me and I find that he is really really close to me. He puts his hand under my chin tilting my head up so I end up staring into his eyes. His gorgeous hazel eyes. He's so close that I can smell his breath, it smells like mint and cigarettes. Does he smoke?

My heart's beating extremely fast. He moves his other hand to my face and my heart skips a beat. He moves a strand of my hair back and then moves away. "Nope, your make up is fine." He says starting to walk again. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

I follow him into the dining room with my head down trying to hide my blush. As I walk in I am instantly pulled into a bone crushing hug by a figure no bigger than mine. I look up and see Gerard's mother wrapped around me. She pulls away from me and smiles "I was so worried about you, are you okay? Are you feeling better? Is there anything I can get you?" She bombarded me with questions. "I'm fine Mrs. Way."

"Oh darling it's miss way I'm afraid but you can call me Michelle." She said taking my hand and pulling me to the table. "Take a seat love," she said pulling out a chair and walking into the kitchen. I sit down and notice the boys taking the seats on either side of me.

"I hope your ready for this. Our mom can be a bit much, and she's always saying how she wishes she had another girl in the house." Mikey says. And I find myself slightly worried, I guess it was a good impression. Miss way, I mean Michelle brought out a huge dish of Mac and cheese, way too much for three people.

We all dished up (mine was half the size of everyone else's) and at, the food was delicious and Michelle was very nice. She told me that my father has already been a rested and that she would go back to the house tomorrow to get my stuff so that I didn't have to. Thank god it was Friday, I couldn't imagine going back to school tomorrow.

Once we had all eaten Mikey disappears into the kitchen and returns with strawberries and whipped cream. It's delicious, I haven't had it since mom was alive...