My Daddy the Serial Killer

Chapter 5- And Then I Saw You

"Jonah?!" I shrieked.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed!"

The handsome brunette blinked his eyes and looked up at me rather confused. I looked at him sternly as i tried to hide my excitement. Okay, come on guys. How often does the hottest guy in school end up in your bed? 

"Well..." he began. "It's sort of a long story...."

I glanced at my clock that was now lying on the floor. It was only 7 AM. My mother doesn't usually wake up till 10 due to her late night programs.

"I've got time." I lowered my voice a little.

" Last night when I went home my parents were fighting again." I blinked. As he said those words he looked so.... Vulnerable. 

He took a deep breathe before continuing. "And then my mom said she's had enough and.... I didn't want to stay for the rest...."

He didn't look at me as he said this. I knew he wasn't used to showing his soft side. I knew exactly what he was going through. His parents are splitting and there's nothing he can do about it. He's like me, only my daddy is gone for good. 

I ran my hand across his hair and he looked up. 

I didn't really know what to say to something like this, so I said," Things need to start off horrible in order to get better." And he smiled. I got back into my comforter and lay next to him. 

"Why didn't you tell me this last night?" I asked.

"It was late and you were asleep. You looked peaceful and I didn't want to wake you."

I chuckled a little and said," So you decide to set and alarm for yourself to leave before I wake up?"

He looked confused. "I didn't set an alarm...."

I knitted my eyebrows together, but then I took in his soft complection, acessorized by his messy hair. 

"Checking me out?" smirked Jonah in a douche baggy way.

I laughed and threw a pillow at him.

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It was weird. That night I didn't have my usual nightmares. And who set up that alarm? It's Sunday, it's not like I go to church, no offence God. And Jonah isn't stupid, he would've set an alarm on his phone so I wouldn't wake up as well. I was horribly confused, so I didn't want to think about it. For the rest of the morning Jonah and I slept and talked and I made him breakfast. Around 2 p.m he decided to leave for home. Naturally, I told Tess about it. 

Bad idea. She threw me a hurricane of questions.

"Oh my God!"

"Did you two do it!" 

"Was he shirtless!"

"We're you sleeping in your underwear!"

"You think he raped you?"

Gotta love her. Sadly, none of those things were true. The next few weeks Jonah and I went on dates almost every night to escape his life at home. Some nights he would sleep in my bed, and some nights we would sit up and just talk in his room long after his mom fell asleep. It felt nice to have someone there. Just knowing I have a cushion to fall back on. I haven't had that in years. 

And I know he felt the same way. We talked about his parents and how they fought constantly. He was scared and alone. We were both orphans in this world, until now. Before me, he said, he used to drown his pain in football. 

All I could think was, why now?

"Because I never got to open my eyes to the world before. Everyday cheerleaders would throw themselves all over me. I had the girls and the whole school cheering me on. But I felt like something was missing. I wasn't exactly happy." 

I stared at him as he said these words, deciding if any of it was BS. He looked pretty sincere to me. His voice wasn't angry, it was calm and soothing. He stared deep into my eyes, but it wasn't menacing. 

He was just lost. He didn't ask for those girls to sell themselves to him, nor did he ask for mixed emotions so he can put it into a game and bring home a trophy.

He was simply lost. Just like me. 

Except there's no gold waiting for me at the end of this tunnel. No gaudy car, no Jonas Brothers look-a-likes; nothing. 

"Then I saw you," he continued. "And you were different from the other girls. You weren't in a skirt, you wore jeans. You didn't have big black racoon eyes, they were light brown. You didn't have hair pinned up into a tower, it was down and flowing."

I almost began to cry and he held my hand.

"That day at lunch the guys were giving me shit about liking you. And when our eyes met for the first time I could see the warmth of your heart and the innocence behind it. That's when I decided 'That's my girl'. I was just angry at myself to not see you before. You were here this whole time and I looked right past you."

It was quiet. I could here his clock ticking away beside the bed. Now I was really crying. Small warm tears fell from my face. He leaned in to kiss me. It was more deep and passionat then the others. One thing led to another and our clothes were everywhere. This is it. This is the big moment.

Ha, what now Tess?