Living With Mr Mysterious

Chapter Eleven - Promises and Peeking

Promises and Peeking

"Rosa, we have to go home. You need a shower and we both need to sleep," mom said. I didn't care. I wouldn't go home until Mason woke up.

As if he'd read my mind, the boy in question stirred and groaned. My heart leapt and danced in my chest. "Mase?" I whispered.

He opened his blue eyes and stared at me. "Lina?" My heart skipped at his nickname. He frowned. "What's going on? Where am I?" He tried pushing himself up but the moment he put pressure on his arms, his injuries protested.

"No, lie back down," I said. "I found you in your room tonight after . . ." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"After you hurt yourself," mom supplied.

Mason's eyes filled with a deep shame. "Mrs Jones, I-"

"I'll see you at home, Rosaline," mom cut him off. I just nodded.

Once we were alone in Mason's room, he stared at me and said, "I'm sorry."

"What for?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Everything, I guess. Cutting myself, scaring you, getting you in trouble with your mom."

I smiled gently and shook my head. "You don't have to apologise, Mase," I told him. Then I glanced down at my hands my lap and continued. "I mean, you did scare me, but I blame myself for what happened and as for-"

"No." My head snapped up at the sharp word. Mason was looking at me with a mixture of sadness and anger. "Don't blame yourself for what I did, Lina. This is my fault, not yours. I'm so sorry that I put my mess between you and your mom, but I swear I'll fix it. I promise."

I was so touched by his heartfelt words that tears came to my eyes for the millionth time tonight. I threw my arms around his neck and held him tightly. He smelled not like his normal scent, but like disinfectant and sanitiser. I didn't care.

"Ow, Rosaline, my stitches are hurting!" Mason laughed, gently trying to push me off him.

I blushed. "Oh, sorry!" I sat back in my chair and a nurse came in to give Mase more pain medication and let me know that visiting hours were well and truly over.

I said goodnight and headed home to sleep, thanking god that he was okay.

~*~

He was hiding in his bedroom again. I knocked a couple times and asked him if I could come in, but got no answer.

I walked in, since mom told me to keep a closer eye on him and had removed the lock from the door to make that easier. I found him asleep on his bed, still fully clothed.

I went further into the room, intrigued. I hadn't had much of a chance to look around the other night, I'd been too preoccupied with his life. But now, I could see that the cream-coloured walls were covered in hundreds of post-it notes in all different colours. Upon inspection, I found that they all had inspirational words and quotes written on them. I smiled.

On the desk next to the balcony doors, piles of books were stacked dangerously high. I looked through the titles, finding that most of them were classic fiction and poetry.

The shuffling of bedsheets caused me to turn around and find that Mase was sitting up, watching me.

Hey, guys! My second chapter today! I hope you enjoy this little peek into Mason's interests! Please vote and comment! I love you all! <3