Boy Meets Bitch -BoyXBoy-

Chapter 18: Dance with me

       I just look at him after our chests hit and he looks back at me. "Net", is all he says, his eyes not leaving mine. Those same eyes that were kept closed as the horrors of the night unfolded. Those eyes that I prayed would stay closed.

   Prayer didn't work for Keaton, but they sure worked for me. The question that was ringing in my mind was why. Why did it work for me and not him? He was perfect from what my mother said.

     I come back to reality and Brookline was still staring at me. "Line", I manage to get out. He pulls me to him and wraps his arms around my neck tightly. I bury my face in his stupid jock jacket and let the tears come out. I had tried so hard to keep it in and now it was rushing out. I found myself not trying to stop it, which scared me. I trusted him. I trusted the stupid jock with the chiseled jawline and six pack. Because I'm just stupid f*cking nerd who listens to emo bands and loves hot cheetos.

   I finally back up but his hand finds mine and he looks at me. "Can I take you somewhere?" He asks me softly. I nod slowly and he turns around, my hand still in his. He starts walking and I obediently follow him.

   I expected us to turn at the library but we kept walking. Even when we passed the front double doors, we kept walking. We only stopped until we got to his car. "Brookline, won't we get in trouble?" I ask. He shakes his head so I look out the window at the blackened sky. Why is it always gray here?

    We drive until we reach this small area with the remains of what looked like a burnt down house. It was in the middle of nowhere. I got out when he told me to. I watch as he gets out as well and sits down in the rubble. "This is the place where my father tried to kill me", he says as he looks at me. My eyes widen and he pats the place beside him.

    I sit down beside him cautiously and he looks forward. "Would you like to hear the story?", he asks, his eyes never leaving the distant view. I whisper a small "yes" and he begins to tell it to me.

    "When I was small, my father  had a drug issue. My father was a psychopath. He was a doctor who..." he sighs and shakes his head. "He was just a bad man. But my mother on the other hand, she adored me in every way. My father would try and perform...experiments on me. And because my mother was afraid, she'd let him. But one day...", he takes another deep breath. "She said no. And he went off. And she went off. And he did the experiment on me anyway. When my mother found out, she told him to leave. So, um, he didn't like that. So when my mother and I were sleeping, he lit the entire house on fire. With all of us in it". I cover my mouth with my hand as I look at him. He looks at me. "I got out.. but my mother didn't. Nor did my dad".

   "But...you have parents. And a sister", I shake my head. "I don't understand".

     "They adopted me. They're actually my aunt and uncle. But I've been with them since I was 7. Now you know... Net, that's why I freaked out when I found out about what happened. I don't sleep well, ever. I'm afraid to. But that night,  I feel asleep in the Damn woods. I felt safe with you. And then you didn't wake me up and you did everything to protect me. Even if you couldn't, you didn't want me to be afraid", he replies and shakes his head. "I've never had that". He stands up and brushes his pants off.

    "Where are we going?" I ask, still sitting down. He smiles and grabs my hand and pulls me up.

   "I want you to dance with me on the ashes of my past. You're my new start. I've never been this happy with someone" he wraps his arms around my waist. I nod slowly and we begin to dance as it begins raining. No noise to hear apart from the rain hitting the surrounding leaves on the trees.