Left Abroad

Chapter 12

"Micheal honey, you have to come down and eat some dinner or you're going to starve."

What if I wanted to? I let this happen, he was taken right in front of me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. How useless am I?

The police have been searching for five days now and still they haven't gotten any further. Apparently they found a lead yesterday, but they refused to tell us anything since they didn't know how credible the lead was. We didn't hear much else from them. I can't believe dad actually hired a PI to assist them, they definitely took that as an offence, but soon just used her help.

There was a nock at my door, but I really didn't want to see my parents so I just ignored it.

"Micheal, it's Adam. Can I come in?"

"It's open."

"Damn. Seriously man, I know this isn't a good time, like not at all, but get your shit together. This room smells," he said walking to the window and opened the curtains with one swift move.

From the look on his face I could see that he had forgotten the sun was down. Even thought I tried very hard not to, I just couldn't help but give a small laugh.

"That's the spirit. Now get your ass out of that bed and into the shower. If your room smells this bad I can only imagine how you smell. When was the last time you actually showered?"

"I don't want to."

"That just isn't the right answer," he said coming towards me.

He literally grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed, I almost fell to the floor but he looked satisfied. He then came and stood behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders and making me walk to my bathroom. He closed the toilet lid and sat me on it. The sound of water hitting tile filled the room as he started the shower.

"Get undressed and in there now."

"No."

"Get undressed and in there now!"

"Not with you standing here," I said a bit embarrassed.

"Well someone needs to make sure you look after yourself and it doesn't look like you're doing it so I'm taking over. Now get undressed or I'll undress you!"

"You wouldn't dare," I said as he came to me, staring into my eyes.

He actually did it. He grabbed my sweat shorts and ripped them down so that I was left sitting in my underwear. I was seriously shocked as hell.

I don't know why, but I could feel some tears threatening to spill. I guess I was glad just to see that he really did care a lot about me and that he would be there for me. I got up and gave him a huge hug, I practically almost squeezed him to death, but at least he hugged me back. After what felt like a comfortable forever, which was maybe just five minutes, we let go and he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. So I took the very well needed shower and was glad, it made me awake and I felt fresh.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and went out to get clothes before returning to the bathroom to get dressed. He was sitting on my bed looking at Nathan's sketchbook. I went to sit next to him.

"Did he ever have a boyfriend?"

"I'm not sure, but I don't think so. Why?"

"These are very detailed, if he hasn't had one, then his imagination must be very vivid," he said looking utterly lost in the shading and lines of the sketches.

That changed a bit when he turned the page and there was his face. He frowned and stared at the page like it was some mysterious thing he had never seen before. His expression relaxed, but he kept staring.

"Did you know about this?"

"Nope."