Immortalfox (Let's See Where This Will go) boyxboy

Chapter 28

Eddie POV:

Rain pattered the windows on Saturday morning. It was dark out. The clouds were various shades of gray and black. No beautiful blue sky, no clear white clouds.

I stared out it, wondering idly at how this day could’ve turned out. It could have been a nice day. The sun could have been shining, but it was locked prisoner—kept hostage—behind the clouds. It sort of reminded me of how I was feeling.

Aleks was still asleep—or he was faking it so he didn’t have to talk to me. I didn’t know. But I didn’t want to disturb him.

After he didn’t let me touch him last night I knew things had gone wrong. And that was all because of Seamus.

I trusted Seamus. He was one of my good friends—someone who believed in me when no one else really did. How could he do something so sinister?

I didn’t know. I just didn’t know. I was so beyond flustered, confused, and angry at this point that I was choosing not to analyze this, figure it out, or even act on it. I just wanted to shut down my mind.

I barely heard Aleks come shuffling up behind me.

“Raining, huh?” Aleks asked. His voice was so dead. He had cried himself to sleep last night, and I didn’t even bother comforting him. I knew he’d only snap at me if I did.

“Yeah,” I replied, but I couldn’t hardly hear the word come out of my mouth. I don’t think Aleks did either. He sighed and I watched him go over to the couch and sit down. He didn’t do anything. He just sat.

That instinct to reach out and protect what I loved was burning in my fingertips. I longed to run my hands through his hair—to run my hands up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him. But no. He was angry and upset. I had to let him blow this off.

More than anything, though, I needed to be that independent, strong figure for him. He needed that right now. I had to be that person for him because Aleks would only fall farther if I didn’t.

“So,” I began, bringing myself out of my fog to talk to Aleks, “How are you this morning?”

Aleks looked up at me, his mouth drooping. He looked so hurt. My heart ached for him.

“Oh. Yeah. I’m…I’m good,” he replied, no life in his words.

Stupid question to ask, Eddie.

“Um…do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

Simple and quick. No hesitancy with that answer.

Of course he didn’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t one to talk about his problems. Not anymore, anyway. He used to be so open…back in high school. Then shit happened and he blamed everything on himself. He changed when I kissed him just a short time ago. He was happy and back to that preppy person. Then more shit happened, and now he was so angry and upset that he blew everything off, including me.

“I think we should.”

“No.”

He stared straight ahead, rubbing his hands in a backward-forward motion on his thighs. He was uncomfortable.

I came to sit down beside him, and on accident because it was my instinct to, I grabbed his shoulder. He looked at my hand on his shoulder, shocked and disgusted, then looked at me. He scooted away from my touch and curled into the side of the couch.

“Sorry,” I muttered, but I wasn’t really sorry.

How was I going to get somewhere with him? How could I get him out of this phase?