Street Rat

Chapter Two: Part 2

No lie. I feel like shit naturally, but this is just ridiculous. The pain in my arms and legs are horrible. I feel like using my knife badly. I had to use a kitchen knife for 5 months. It didn't feel right because I can only feel completely numb with the Pocket knife my dad gave me. I can't at all. I've been hurting for almost hours. I'm in so much pain because of my cuts now, it's not just my back. Fuck I hate myself. I'm running away from home to Blake's so I can get away from my brother. But I hate Rig so much. He acts like he cares but really wants to get rid of me. I wished he just leave me to myself. I'd be fine. Honest.

I walk off the bus and make my way down the street. I look at my phone and mumble the address to myself and try to look at the houses and mailboxes to find the numbers.
234, 235, 236... I finally get to the address.
245 North Corp. Rd. Okay. Here I go.
His house is a literal mansion. It's huge and light blue. I walk up to the porch. The fairylights are gorgeous. A mixture of colors from white to purple. The combination went well with the house. I look at it a bit more before reluctantly knocking. 1...2...3. I knock hesitantly. I hear faint footsteps running down the what sounds like stairs. The door opens slowly. Nobody's hand on the knob. I look in and Blake is standing there wiping his hair with a white towel. He has sweatpants on, but yet again no shirt. He has a pretty face. It's a bit expressionless with a bit of poutyness. It's quite cute. I look at him. Right as I started to feel my face turn hot. I become shy looking at him and almost whisper when I began to speak.
"Hey, sorry for the early staying. I figured we're friends maybe we can have a slumber party" I giggle. He smiles. Really though. His eyes match perfect with his smile. Cheeks, ears, man. Wait what? What did I just think???
He moves back to invite me in, his arm escalated as if giving me a fancy gesture to come in. I walk in quite tired.
"You can drop your things in my room. Also we have a cot, so you'll be sleeping in my room. I have a bathroom and stuff so you can clean up and what not if you have to. You won't have to walk all the way down the hall to do you girly bizz." He looks down and smiles. The towel is around his neck, water from his dark hair drips down his neck. It makes me shiver and get goose bumps. The thought of something on my neck. My collarbones. Uuugghh, it makes me shiver badly. In which I actually shiver.
"You okay?" He looks at me in concern. I nod.
"Just cold." I lie. He takes off the towel from around his neck, and pulls out his hand to feel my hands. Freezing. He feels my face. Freezing. He then makes his fingers reach my jaw and neck, I shiver and push away. He had touched one of my scars, they were sensitive as hell.
"Sorry, my neck is a bit sensitive." I say wiping my neck. He looks at me and smiles.
"It's okay. But funny you never mentioned that until now." Blake giggles at me. I fake laugh and look down.
"So your room?" I asked him.
"Yeah, up here."
We run up and his stairs wooden stairs. I'm observing what's around me just to distract myself from looking at Blake for now.

We make it to his room. It's huge. He has a king size mattress with dark blue blankets. Posters of bands like Motionless in White, A Day to Remember, MayDay Parade. In which I liked those bands. My favorite band however was The Ready Set. I've been listening to them since I was 8. 'Love Like Woe' had me like a hook. Blake knew too. I had told him with us being friends and what not.
"So you like my room?" He asks me putting on a tight blue shirt.
I look to him. "Yeah, better than my room really. Plus your bed is gigantic." I say pointing to his bed.
"Yeah. I like it, its cozy." He giggles looking at me, then slowly turning his gaze towards his bed. What? What's on his mind? He bites his lip. Then walks into his bathroom. I follow.
"The bathroom is quite warm and steamy right now, because I just got out of the shower aheh. But it'll be fine soon." He moves around me. I'm still holding my bags.
"Where in the room can I put my bags?" I ask shyly. He turns around.
"Oh! Next to my bed." He says excitedly. I drop them. I look around and start to think. Why does he seem so uncomfortable? Maybe I'm intruding. I look to find him and he's gone. Not in the bathroom or bedroom. I look around, walk down stairs. I hear a fridge open. I look around the corner and he's getting ice cream from the freezer. I hide behind a cupboard and look at him. He grabs a spoon to eat it then sees me. Shit.
He looks at me and then smiles in his food. He signals me to walk closer to him. I walk slowly. He pulls out the knife and hands it to me. My facial expression goes from confused to excited in a second. I can now feel numb.
"Thanks! This was my dad's. It means a lot." He nods his head, gently places his bowl of ice cream on his counter. I turn around to begin my counted number, and I feel his hand grab my left arm. I turn around and he pulls me into a hug.
"Wh-what? Di-d? I-I-" I tried to speak, but he was hugging me so tightly it was almost like he'd never see me again. I got scared, so I just hugged him back. He then pulled me closer into the hug then before pulling on my shirt almost like he was digging into my shirt. Luckily it was under my scar so it didn't hurt. I reach to my tippy toes to hug him more. He starts to make sniffley noises. I get scared. I gently and slowly pull him away to examine his face. I take my hands and hold onto his hands. I look at his face and notice tears beginning to fill his eyes. The light colors that are in his eyes become more light adding the bloodshot and irritation.
"Blake! Look at me!" I move my hands to his face. Why is he crying?
"Blake! Please tell me what's wrong!?" I asked yelling. He then pulls me into another hug. This time it was more intense. Almost a rapidly shaken pull. He was nervously shaking. I wanted him to be okay, but I don't know what's wrong with him. He's a lot bigger than me so I'm suffocating again with his hug. His scent still nice and sweet. Like candy, it smelled so good. He slowly stops crying after about 5 minutes. He loses his grip then pulls himself off of me. He leans on the marble counter pushing the ice cream away. I look at him.
"B-Blake? Are you okay?" I ask. He looks up and starts to walk away slowly. I walk in front of him and punch his shoulder hard. He flinches moving back. Shit.
"I'm sorry! I didn't want you to walk away from me. Tell me what's wrong, please." I plead. Feeling my eyes sting trying to choke down the tears. He glares at me. Then slowly and softly he changes his expression into nothing but a pout. I move closer to him. I put the knife in my left pocket closed and lift my hands to touch his face. His eyes go wide for a second. I get scared and move back, he grabs my wrists pulling me. Moving his hands to my jaw and neck making me breath loud with a gasp. He pulls me into his grasp, making our lips collide and match perfect to touch. His lips were so soft and gentle. My eyes are relaxed but I pull out of his hands as he slowly moves his hands. He drops his arms.
"I'm sorry." He says finally. "I didn't mean to touch your neck." He bites his lip. I look at him with confusion. My neck? He thinks I pulled back because of my neck?
"What?" I ask a bit rude. "You think I pulled back because of my neck? Blake you're insane." I laugh. What he doesn't know about my neck is, it's sensitive to touch in a weird way. Not pain, but more of an almost pleasuring way. It doesn't tickle but it feels weird. He surprised me with the kiss so I felt really weird. I don't know how to describe the weirdness really.
"I-" I try to speak. "I'm going to take a shower if that's okay?" He nods looking at the ground. I put my fingers under his chin to lift it up. I give him a smile. His eyes are better without the tears. Much more pretty. Don't cry please. I hate seeing you cry.