Sacred Ties

Chapter Eight

Zach's POV

I opened my eyes and looked around me. I wasn't in the study where I mostly wake up in, after a night like yesterday. I tried to get up but a weight on me made the act difficult. I looked on my chest and my breath caught in my throat.

Lying comfortably on my chest was Cemil. I watched him sleep and couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't in the study and how I ended up in bed with him.

Cemil.

He looked so cute sleeping and his hair was wild. He was completely lying on top of my body and somehow I could see his face. His eyes showed movement though they were closed. I saw him smile and wondered what he was dreaming about. Then my eyes lingered on those lips.

I kissed him?

Looking at his lips brought back the kiss memory and I could have thought it was just my imagination but then everything came back to me.

Me drinking beer. The smashing of the office and windows. Cemil calling me. And the hug. My eyes widened when I remembered how I cried on him and he held me. Then he bandaged my cuts and laid me down to sleep.

Then came the kiss. I tried to remember what actually led to it or what provoked me to act in that way but none was found.

I glanced towards the window and it was still dark meaning it was not yet day. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes.

Was I mad that he didn't stay out of the study when I told him to?

No.

It was a relief that he didn't keep his word but came to find me when he heard the sounds. I had been hoping that someone would come to save me from myself and Cemil was that someone. After years of suffering, someone came and took me away from it all.

At that thought, I realized why I kissed him. I was grateful he saved me from myself and I kissed him to show my gratitude.

A day like yesterday brings lots of bad memories and I could no longer hold it in back at home. So I made this place my hide out, where I could loose myself. It has been going on for years now and every time I left home, I wished Charles would hold me back or at least come with me. I had became scared and wished for someone to help me out.

I didn't blame Charles for not holding me back though, because I never spoke out to him and I also made him believe I was fine each time I left. If only I could find the courage to tell him I wasn't fine, then he would have helped me right away.

I knew Cemil would see me if he remained here but I didn't care. I was fine with him seeing me at my weakest time. I even lied to him about gas because I wanted him to stay with me. I didn't want him to leave.

I came back from my mind when I felt him move from me and I pretended to still be asleep.

I could feel his eyes on me and I tried my best to remain asleep. I held my breath when his fingers traced my lips. I wished I could open my eyes at that moment but I still faked asleep.

He sighed and got up to where I assumed was the bathroom. When I heard the running shower, I opened my eyes and touched my lips. I sighed and closed my eyes again faking sleep until I wasn't faking anymore.

***
The next time I woke up, the sun was shining bright. I got up and brushed my teeth then went down to the kitchen where I found Cemil.

"Good morning Cemil." I greeted and took a sit on the table.

"I didn't know you greet people in the morning." He said and I scowled at that.
"And please take your butt off the table and sit on a chair or something."