My Savior { jastin }

Chapter 10

Justin

Do you ever wonder what's going through someone's mind?

What they're thinking?

If it's about you?

Jason sat in front of me at the table with a blank and expressionless face.

His green eyes showed no emotion.

His jaw was set showing that he might be upset, but I'm not so sure.

I so badly wanted to apologize and run to him saying I never meant to leave him, but I can't.

Because I did want to leave.

Finally he spoke, scaring me.

"Do you not understand what almost happened to you Justin?" His voice boomed at me, causing me to jump.

I looked down and played with my fingers, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Do you even understand how completely selfish that was?" I heard him scoot his chair out and I sensed he was up and pacing the room.

"What would have happened if I didn't get there in time?"

I shrugged and continued playing with my fingers.

"I would die and everyone would go on living their life because no one cares for me."

It rolled of my tongue so easily, those words.

No one cares for me.

"That's where your wrong Justin! I care for you! I love you! I need you! If you were just "someone I wouldn't have saved you. I wouldn't be letting you stay here.

I'm in love with you, but you're so damn blind! I can help you if you let me."

He sighed and I finally worked up the strength to look in his eyes that were tear filled, but sincere.

"I love you Justin." He breathed out, almost like he was getting something off his chest.

He walked closer to me and bent down in front of me making me look him in the eye.

Both of us crying by now.

"You're beautiful Justin. Everything about you. Your hair, smile, laugh, eyes. Everything. I love you and I care about you. Why can't you see those things too Justin?" He whispered.

I shook my head, afraid that if I spoke I would end up bawling.

"Please Justin. Please let me help you. For both of us. And the only way to do that is to open up to me."

Jason

"Let me help."

I whispered through the tears in my eyes.

His shoulders were slumped and his hair was everywhere.

Mine was too from all the pulling I did to it.

His brown eyes flooded with tears and before I knew it he let out a loud sob, burying his face in his hands.

"I want to tell you." He muttered quietly, rubbing at his eyes furiously.

"Then tell me." I tried to say it in my softest tone, still crouched in front of him.

It took awhile for him to talk, but once he did he really told me what's wrong.

"My parents don't like me," He mumbled, still keeping his head buried in his hands. I didn't make him move or speak louder, I just looked at him and listened.

"I told them that I was gay when I was fifteen, and that was the same year my brother died. They didn't like me after that I guess, my fell into depression after Brody died and my dad's drinking got worse," He took a deep breath, keeping his head down as I listened intently.

"I don't know why they hurt me." His voice cracked and my head shot up, standing up so I can grab his hand, pulling him up too.

"I stayed out of there way, and they still hurt me." His voice shook as he let his head fall on my chest, my arms immediately wrapping around his waist.

"They're fucked up people Jay." I whispered and rocked him back and forth.

His parents. That's why he didn't make an effort to go back home.

"I wanna be the one to help you." I breathed and I felt him nod.

I really do want to help him.

"Okay." He whimpered quietly into my chest.