Four years of hell.

Chapter five

I smile and snuggle into the warm body that is hugging me, I feel the softness of the blanket, and for a moment all is happy. But the moment ends when I realise that I just woke up being hugged, startled I find my self rolling away from the warm embrace, rolling right off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thump. The noise wakes up my guest who then pulls himself over to look at me.
"I don't think the ground would be very comfortable." He chuckles. Suddenly last night comes back to me.
"Oh shit, aye I'm still alive, didn't die from sleeping with a concussion, or did I?am I alive?" I mutter causing Jake to laugh.
"So do you want me to drop you off at school? You can wear some of my clothes." He offers, I groan at the thought of school. He seems to notice that I really don't want to go back to the hell hole.
"Or you could stay here with me and we could binge watch to shows and bake?" He whispers, as if he doesn't want anyone hearing. I look at him and smile before leaning on his bed frame. He smirks at me and messes up his hair.
"So who do you live with?" I ask as I stretch.
"My mum, my father passed away when I was ten, which is when I stopped caring about what everyone thought, I stopped caring about everything." He frowns, "but my mum would have left for work already, and won't get back till close to midnight, so we have the house to ourselves the whole day."
I stare at the ground thinking about what he said about his father. He stands up and walks to a walk in wardrobe across the room.
"I'm gonna go have a shower, you can chose some clothes to wear for the day and have a shower after me." He calls over his shoulder as he opens the door. I get up and he walks out of the room, leaving me alone stranded in the bedroom of a guy I just met less then twelve hours ago.