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Chapter 9 Set Fire to the Rain

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More Than Words

Chapter 9 Set Fire to the Rain

A day passed. Then two. Before I knew it, a whole week had gone by, and Caden wasn't at school. My anger was decreasing with each passing day. The time I had left to spend with Caden was limited. I wasn't willing to let it go to waste because of a stupid fight. I realized it was a stupid reason to be mad. So on Friday after school started, I decided to skip school and headed straight to Caden's house. I couldn't care less if his mother was there. I would burst through and find him anyway. When Caden called me telling me he was leaving with his band, he had said he had two months left. That was about two weeks ago. I had a month and a half left. I wasn't going to let anymore time pass without him. I knocked on the door, well more like banged.

"Caden!" I cried out. No answer. "Caden, please open the door! I'm not mad anymore! Now I'm just worried." Still no answer. "Okay, scratch that, I'm pissed off again. I'm trying to apologize for over reacting here! Can you just please open the door!" Only silence.

I sighed. Then I remembered it could be unlocked. I twisted the knob and it opened silently. Creepy. I looked around the living room. Nope, not here. I crept up the stairs and looked around. I tried his room first. It was just as messy as always, clothes scattered around the floor, sports posters hung up crookedly on the wall. Typical boy's room. I closed the door after me and turned, only to come face to face with the guy I was looking for.

"Caden!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. He winced and flinched, so I let go immediately.

"Caden, I know I overreacted, but I'm not mad any- Oh my gosh!" I cut myself off when I saw the bruises over his abs, and my eyes flitted over his body for the first time. He was in just jeans and his hair was wet, so he probably just got out of the shower.  My eyes trailed up to his face and I couldn't hold in my gasp. There was a big purple ring around his left eye. I reached my hand up to touch his cheek and he closed his eyes and leaned against my hand, inhaling deeply.

After a few moments, I took my hand down. "Caden. What happened?" I asked quietly. He raised his hand up and brushed my cheek.

"He told me to stay away from you," he said, making no sense. "But I can't. I just can't."

I grabbed his hand from my face and set it by his side so I could speak without being distracted. "Caden... who did this to you?"

Instead of answering, he grabbed my cheek again and pulled my face to his, reuniting our lips. He pushed me against the wall. My body was on fire, and I forgot the current situation, forgot that he was beaten up. The only thing I could focus on was how my body lit up at his touch, how I craved to have his hands on me. But when I wrapped my arms around his waist to bring him closer to me, he winced in pain, bringing me back to reality. I pulled away and removed his arms from mine, grabbing his hand and pulling him into his bedroom. I pushed him on the bed, making him sit up, and told him to "Sit." I then went into the bathroom and got a cold, wet washcloth.

I came back to his room, closing the door behind me, and sat on my knees behind him. I slowly wiped his neck, then down to his back. There was a huge bruise back there. I held back tears at seeing the man I love in pain. I pressed the washcloth to his bruise and leaned my head against his shoulder. He reached his hand back and grabbed mine. I looked up into his eyes. He smiled sadly at me. "Who did this to you?" I asked again.

Again, instead of answering, he turned around and gently pushed me back onto the bed. He hovered over me and kissed me deeply, then pulled away to look into my eyes. "It doesn't matter right now," he said softly in my ear. I shivered. He pulled away again to look  into my eyes. "All that matters right now is that I love you." Then he pressed his lips to my collarbone.

Did he just say he loves me? He continued placing kisses on my neck while I thought. He couldn't mean it. He's just very vulnerable right now, and when you're vulnerable, you say things that you don't mean. I stayed silent. He pulled away and stared at me expectantly. Instead of saying anything, I wrapped my arms around his neck and crushed his lips back to mine again. I rolled him over gently so I was on top. It was just like when we had our first kiss. He pulled away and stared at me intently. "You aren't going to say it back, are you?" he asked.

I smiled sadly and leaned down to press a kiss against his shoulder. He sighed deeply and rolled so I was under him again. "Jeny, I'm here, declaring my love for you at the worst possible time, and you aren't even going to say it back?"

I sighed and looked away from his gaze. He growled and jumped off the bed and kicked the wall. He came back to sit on the bed next to me. I sat up.

"Jeny, I know it's hard for you to love people after your parents died, but it's me, Jeny. It's me." he said.

I sighed again and touched his arm so he would loook at me. "That's not it Caden. That has nothing to do with this. I've loved you since I was four."

"So why can't you just say it back?" he asked, his voice breaking.

I put my face into his shoulder. "You're vulnerable right now, Caden. You're saying things you don't mean. I don't want to say it back, then have you regret it later." I admitted, my voice muffled by his skin.

He pushed my face away and pulled us so that we were both on our knees facing each other on his bed. He put his hands on either side of my face. "That's what you're worried about?" he asked, surprised. "That I don't really mean that I love you?"

"I know you don't Caden, even if you don't. Which is why I'm not going to say it back." I said confidently, crossing my arms over my chest.

He smirked mischeivously. "Oh really? Even if I do this?" then he launched at me, tickling me senseless. I let out giggles. I was completely ticklish. I was about to crack, but he obviously hurt himself tickling me, because he winced. I pushed him off, and onto his back and curled up into his chest. He wrapped an arm around me.

"I'm so sorry for sitting with Lucy." He whispered into my ear, kissing my templed.

I closed my eyes, reveling at the feeling of his lips on me. I leaned over and kissed his chest. "No need to apologize. I just want to know why."

He sighed again and burried his face in my hair. "It's because of whoever did this to you, isn't it?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. I looked up to meet his eyes, and he reached out and brushed a strand of my hair away from my face, and leaning down to peck me on the lips. "I really do love you, Jeny Daniels."

I didn't say it back, though he knew I loved him. I was just waiting for tomorrow, when he would explode out that he didn't mean it. It would hurt less since I hadn't technically said it back, I only told him that I loved him since I was four. But that didn't count. I used it in argument.

I'm just glad that we could set fire to the rain.

Hellllooooo! :D So, to prove you read author's notes, tell me what your favorite quote was from this chapter! :D Mine was 'I held back tears at seeing the man I love in pain,' I love that one :D So, who do you think did that to Caden? Was it Mike? :O His parents? A random dude on the street? Lucy? A giant penguin? Tell me your guesses! I would love to hear them! :D