Christmas Eve

Chapter 5:

Chapter 5:

I heard screaming all the way from my room to the living room. When I touched my eyes, it was puffy, and then I knew I sobbed myself to sleep. “Gawd! I’m sorry okay!” someone yelled. I tried putting my pillow in my ear to block the shouts and the annoying sounds that they gave out. Someone else screamed this time, and this time it was not a big person screaming, I heard a little voice screaming as it dissolved into whimpering. “What the hell is happening down there?” I muttered. I wanted to close my eyes again because of the heaviness of my eyes. I mean I cried myself to sleep, so probably I cried at least an hour and a half to go to sleep.

“Can’t I at least get some privacy!?” I started yelling as I went down the stairs, this time three at a time. All I wanted to do was to get back to my bed. Oh, my precious bed, I’d love to feel my pillow again right now. “What the hell is—“I stared at my brother, then to Hailey, then my eyes turned towards the back door, there stood Walter, beautiful heart-shaped face smiling right back at me. “What are you doing here?” I muttered under my breath as I cursed immediately.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I texted you a couple of times when you weren’t at school, but you didn’t reply to any of my messages, I was wondering what happened to you now. I just felt kind of guilty.” He said as he smiled a sheepish grin.

“How dare you smile!” I yelled at him. “Let’s go.” I heard my brother tell Hailey, and then they stepped out of the front door leaving me and Walter behind for some privacy of our own. “What are you really doing here?” I asked him as I plopped myself down on the sofa so that I could rest a little and looked at him seriously, our eyes just gazing at each other in the silence.

“Were you just crying the whole day?” he asked me after breaking a little while of our silence. I didn’t answer his question, knowing that if I did answer it I knew I’d be hooked into telling him what I felt for him and what it felt when he said that to me a while ago. “I’m sorry.” He said as he walked towards me and sat down next to me. “I’m so sorry.” He said trying to put his shoulder towards me and bringing me towards him. I removed his arms out from my shoulders putting it back where it belongs, beside his shoulder. “Hey,” he said nudging my arm a little. “I said I’m sorry okay?” I didn’t answer him. “Are you seriously not going to forgive me?” he asked as he went an inch closer to me, which was all he needed to do to make our bodies together, I felt the warmth of his skin seep out of his cotton green shirt. “I’m sorry.” He said and did the unexpected, he placed his head on my neck as he nuzzled on it, then he wrapped his arms around my waist and I heard him inhale a whole lot amount of air.

“What do you want me to say huh?” I asked him. “Because the last time I tried to actually joke around and lessen the weight on the mood you decided to make it much heavier, I was just trying to figure out the first time why you actually came here you know, it never meant anything to me about you being here, I was just being questionable about things. So tell me what do you want me to say? Because this time I don’t want to screw up this.” I said pointing towards me and him again and again.

“I want you to tell me the truth.”

“What truth?” I asked.

“The truth, why you’re always so secretive, why your always so quiet about your life, why you don’t want to hang out with other people except me.”

“Who thinks I want to hang out with you?” I nudged his shoulder lightly and chuckled a little.

“Fine then, maybe even not me.” He followed my lead and smiled at me and then whispered in my ear. “Will you tell me?”

“No.” I said immediately, my body stiffened. The memories of my family flashing back right in front of me, making me feel cold and tight.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you okay?” he asked as he took his head out and waved his hand out to my face, thinking I was in a trance or something, but I couldn’t speak, it was hard to remember those memories. Those old and painful memories I wanted to forget ever since I was five years old. “Hey,” he said as he held me tighter to his body and he let my head down on his shoulders, and then I sobbed, I never even noticed my tears flowing down softly, and then they were pouring down until he wiped them away with his fingers. “Don’t cry.” He said as he wiped some more of my flowing tears.