It All Began With You

The Tale has Grown in the Telling

"Where are you going, what about the £20?" He mocked as I lay my head in his chest.

"Let me go" I grimaced as I tried outweighing half of his tedious grip.

"Not until you give me the £20! No you won't!" he smirked tightening his grip.

"Why don't you ask your mum for it, she will kindly give it to you, since you are the mother's boy?" I grumbled, kicking my life for him to let go.

"Why won't you kindly give me the money and anyways she wouldn't give me, she will only give it to Emma," Who I guessed was his sister. "My mum adores her so much, she always has, I never really mattered to my mum,"

His grip loosens and I twirl around in his arms. His face was depressed and a slight tinge of hurt was visible.

"Look Cara, I am going to share a bit of a secret to you, but do you promise not to tell anyone?" he gulped as he let go and patted a seat next to him on the bed. Without any haste, I sat besides him and stared straight into his sad green eyes.

"I have had a really hard life and I want to share it to you. I was around 5 or so when my mum divorced my dad. The reason being that he was working in the airforce and he was usually out so didn't have much time to share with mum and I. After their divorce, my mum married to another man called Christopher and I call him by this name only. They gave birth to my step-sister Emma and ever since then, all the importance and the lime light is for her. I never have said this but I do feel neglected and sometimes I have weird thoughts of escaping but that's impssible," he finished.

"I know how you feel, I have gone through..."I stopped as I closely clasp my mouth shut.

"You said anything?" he hollered

"Me? nope, anyways I shall try to help you," I replied

"There isn't a way of you helping me out, well no one can really change someones emotions can they?" he muttered under his breath.

"Well I don't really know either, I haven't really got the love of my parents too, so we are kinda in the same situation" I replied and he reassured me with a smile. We ended up together in a cuddle which was everlasting.

In the darkness our cuddles felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. I wish I could extend the night just so I could stay close to him for longer, safe in his embrace. His arms wrapped right around me brought a peace I've never known before, a calming of the storms in my heart. I think it's him that gives me hope for the future. In his embrace I start to forget why we are really together-for someone to get jealous or for our own benefit. I started to believe that there is nothing out there to fear, that all there is is sunshine, beautiful trees and kind people - friends to be. Otherwise empty sky.

"Don't look so sad, its friday!" I poke James' nose and hold him close, brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from his face. He sniffs dejectedly and I bury my face in his chest. "Let's watch a movie." I stand up and put in the DVD player and join him back on the bed. He eagerly wraps his arms around my waist, once again burying my head in his chest. "Isn't this better?" I ask at the middle of the movie. I look up and see that he was half asleep, his eyes opening at my question. He barely nods, his eyes slipping closed.

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A nudge to my ribs makes me jerk awake to see James' sleeping face. When he was asleep he lay as still as a brick. The only movement was the slight rise and fall of his chest. It was hard to imagine that this was the same boy that tore around from sun up to sun down. In sleep he was angelic, his face as fresh as a dew drop, making gentle snuffling noises as he breathed. I had slept in the same position the entire night with him as the TV displayed words meaning the movie had ended...long ago. The snuffles grew and my eyes averted the face of a young boy smiling at me.