The Endless Forever

Part 12

We lay there for a few moments until Jordan awkwardly coughed and pushed himself away.

"Will you answer my question now?" He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I dont know what your talking about." I lied, dodging his gaze.

"You do." He said sadly. I tried to shuffle out from under his grip but he held my arms to the bed. "Why were you crying Alexs?'

"I WASNT." I snapped, my hands balling into fists. "I felt guilty for being a dick to you."

"You didnt know." He shook his head. "Alexs, you know I can't stand to see you upset."

"I know." I muttered. "Jesus Christ its hot in here."

Jordan mumbled something.

"Jord, your face is bright red. Take that jumper off."

"But then i'll be half naked and just in my boxers." He gave me a saucy wink.

"Yeah, you've got shirts haven't you?" I pushed him away and giggled at the disappointment on his face.

"You dont want me to do a strip tease?"

"Not really, no. I want to keep my innocence thank you very much."

"Fine." He grunted. "But im not taking this off."

"Why?"

"It's soft." He replied quickly.

"Ok. You're lying." I knew something was going on, something he didnt want me to know.

"Drop it." He snarled. I backed away. I've never seen Jordan like this, even when Charlotte kept kissing his neck to try and make me furious. He hated her anyway, I dont know why she thought that she could throw herself on my friend. Well, that was until Jordan had to drag me off her kicking and screaming because I had just dragged and beaten her ass to the ground for doing such a thing. He had a bruise for a week and 3 days and I wanted to give her a iron to the face every time I saw her. (But who am I kidding, I want to give her an iron to the face most of the time)

I stepped off his bed, actually quite afraid of what he could do.

Jordan wasnt known to have a temper and he had amazing tolerance, but when he lost it you got a few broken bones. (If you were lucky) One time Jordan beat someone so hard they went into a small coma because this boy had tried it on with me. The coma only lasted around a few days though.

I kept backing away until the backs of my legs hit the cold wall.

"Alexs.." He said, concerned. "Im not going to hurt you."

He jumped off his bed and walked towards me. I whimpered, covering my face and sliding my back down the wall. I was so used to my father beating me whenever he was drunk and my mother would stand there laughing because she was probably whacked out of her mind too.

"Alexs." Jordan sounded like he had a lump in his throat and was trying to disguise it as best as he could. He bent down and gently took my wrists, running his thumbs across the faded, cross-hatched scars.

"Do you want to know why I wont take off my hoodie?"

I nodded, my head turned away from him but he still had hold of my wrists.

He let go and stepped away. "You need to look at me."

I stood up, still against the wall. I blushed a bit as the hoodie came off to reveal his pale but toned torso. (He does have underwear on, im not a pervert)

His palms were facing the wall behind him.

"Come here." He said shamefully, hiding behind his hair.

I stepped closer, our eyes locking. I saw sorrow and guilt and pain bouncing around his eyes, if I looked hard enough. He was good at covering things.

His arms were layed out either side of me, palms towards the ceiling, but he mouthed 'Keep looking at me'. Besides, I couldnt pull my gaze away from his eyes.

"Ok." He choked. "Look down."

I dragged my eyes down to his arms and my hand flew to my mouth an I bit back a scream.

There, on his arms, were 37, bloodstained fresh cuts.