Run (TOTASC)

Ch.11 Home.

 "You found me." He says smirking.

"Uhh..." I was speechless.

Nothing would've come out of my mouth. Not even the air of my own lungs would be let out. I focused my vision on anything except him. He was tempting.

I looked to my left, the hall. My right, the door. I looked back at him and noticed lips stretched in a straight line and his eyebrows sort of forrowed. He noticed my expression of confusion. He simply started chuckling. I decided to stay quiet and let him guide this conversation. To ask the questions because right now, I have no doubt that I would end up saying something I'll regret. Why? This man is... chessy.

"Nice house." I finally spoke looking around 'interested'.

"Why, yes it is. Old too." Looks around proudly. "Tell me your secret."

"Mmm," I look up at him because of his closeness. "Secret? What secret?" I laugh a bit.

He stares at me for a moment with a light curve on his lips. Was he enjoying my nervousness? He sighs and opens both doors wider for me to have a perfect view of the inside of the room.

"Holy poop!" My outburst caused Blaise to burst out laughing. A lot. He bent over to his knees and laughed really loud. "Did I say something funny?"

"Oh yes you did, Darling. I'm laughing. Don't you see?" He asks smiling widely and staring at me like if I have missed something. I don't know, did I?

I smile back once he is standing straight and calm again and look around the amazing room that I gasped about. The room was really old but beautiful. It had guitars hanging from the walls and a huge piano at the corner next to a window wall. There was a desk full of pencils and papers with different types of notebooks and books laying around it. They were next to a door which I'm pretty sure it was a closet. I hadn't realized I had walked inside the room, standing in the middle of it and dripping water that was crawling down my legs from when I swam, or more of a drowned, in the river. Quietly, I gasped and and turned around to apologize and leave but he wasn't by the door anymore. Furrowing my eyebrows, I called for him.

"Blaise?" I walked slowly to the doors that led to the huge hallway. "Blaise?" I asked a little more worried. Or should I say scared?

Well, this is a huge house. And the curtains are closed which makes it look darker in the inside except for the lamp light that is inside the room which doesn't help a lot.

I was about to pop my head through the hall while calling him again but guess what?

"Blai.... AHHH!!!" Out of nowhere he appears in the corner and I almost wet my underwear again. And it wasn't going to be water. "Good God it was only you." I say catching my breath while rubbing my arms to keep warm.

"Well, who else would it have to be?" He asks while covering me with a towel that he suddenly brought. I blushed but tried to cover it with my damped hair. "Oh you should go dry up before you catch a cold. The restroom in down the hall. Last door to your right." He points towards it.

"Why, thank you." I say and smile lightly at him while walking towards the restroom.

I walk down the hall towards the door and close it. Stripping my clothes off, I realize I don't have other clothes to put on. Dang it! I think to myself. I wrap the towel around my naked body and slowly peek my head through the door.

"Bl-" I was about to call him until I saw some clothes on the floor next to the door. Knowing that that wasn't there before, I quickly get it and get inside again while locking the door only more. I dry up then put the cloths on which was some grey sweats, burgundy long sleeve shirt and weirdly.... some undergarments. They were okay, but I didn't expect a man to have this in his house. If this was his house.

I change and walk outside the door carrying my damp clothes. I made my way back to the 'music room' and walk in slowly. My eyes meet with Blaise in his knees trying to turn on the fireplace. Cute!

I walk towards him and try to make a little bit more noise to make myself more noticeable. He turns to look at me quickly a smiles once he see's that it's me. I think it was because of me. Maybe it was because it wasn't a robber. Or a rapist. Or a.... Shut it!

"Thank you for the clothes." I indicate the clothes with my head.

"Oh, no need to." He stand up and walks towards a couch that was close to the fire place. "Come and sit if you'd like. Let me bring some hot drink for the both of us."

"Uh no need to..." Before I can finish, he was already out the door .

I chuckled and sat by the edge of the couch to not take too much space since it was a little couch. The fire was warm a beautiful. You could literally lose yourself through the rays of flame that want to desperately get out of chimney towards the room. Smiling slightly at the sight, I hear Blaise walk in. I turn and see him with a black mugs on each hand. He sits down and hands one to me. I thank him while taking the mug and seeing the inside. It was full with hot chocolate and small marshmallows. Sweet!

I took a sip and quickly love the taste of the hot liquid burning the inside of my throat. It was getting pretty cold. Probably because of the river. Turning to look at Blaise, find him already staring at me. But staring. Not looking at me sweetly nor carefully but like staring. I fake a small smile and set the mug on a little table that is next to the couch from my side.

"So," I try not to make things awkward "Is this where you live?"

"Hmm," he moves in his seat "You could say that. Well, It is my house but I am not here very often. Only when I feel like I really need a home. When I want to feel safe." He says looking down at his hands shuffling with his fingers. I know I should probably change the subject but I wanted to know more. What he feels. What he thinks of. Him.

"Home?" I ask quietly.

He looks up at me with a smooth expression. "Home." He licks his bottom lips nervously and moves closer until he is sitting next to me.

"Well," I chuckle sarcastically "I haven't felt like home for a while."

I say remembering how me and my mother even though we have a close relationship, it doesn't feel the same. My mom seems lonely and.... sick. It always seemed like if she was hiding something but I will always think that it was lame and probably temporary.

I tried holding back tears but one seemed to escape my eye before landing on my sweats. Suddenly, I feel Blaise wrapping his arms around me and pulling me really close to him where me face is buried into his chest. I stare into the fire while I enjoy Blaise' haroma and cozy hug.

I quickly hug him back not caring if he wasn't expecting it. I sigh loudly and let only a couple of tears roll down my cheeks.

It hurt. My heart hurt. It's so painful knowing that you don't have nobody to run to while feeling like a dead flower. Ugly and useless. Not appreciated. I've always wanted to go to my mom and talk to her about life but I don't think that was the kind of relationship we developed. We weren't that close. And it sucked. It sucked having to wait for a long time with guilt, fear, and dead feelings inside your chest. That's what I felt. And I know he felt the same way too. But Blaise seemed stronger. He wasn't a person that would be willing to show it. Why? Was he scared? Did he not want his friends to know that he had a weak spot? Did he think he was going to fail if he tried to fix his problems? Or was he just scared? Scared that he will finish up in nothing. Having to solve all his problems for nobody. Being finally away from harm but no family. Was he scared? I want to know.

"Blaise?" I ask after a couple of minutes.

"Yes? MaryJane?" He asks hugging me closer.

"This feels like home."

He smiled.