I've missed you [boyxboy]

Chapter 8

I'VE MISSED YOU

• CHAPTER 8 •

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So right there I made myself a new promise.

I promised myself that I would never give up.

Because, even though life kept trying to knock me down over and over again, I was still here. Some how I was still here.

And I wouldn't throw that away.

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"Jakey? What are you doing here?" I was confused.

Why was Jakey laying in front of me? And why were we fully clothed inside a bathtube? I looked around and realized that we were in my bathroom at home.

"I came here to stop you, Noey!" He answered me with pain contorting his made-by-Gods face into a sorrowful frown.

"Stop me from what?" I looked down and saw that I was gripping a little blade with my right hand and pushing it against my left wrist.

And then realization hit me. I was about to kill myself.

Jakey reached out with his muscular arms and grabbed my right hand with his own. He then took the blade from me and threw it to the floor.

He lunged forward and hugged me taking me by surprise. I hugged him back and savored the feeling of being held by the powerful arms of the guy I loved.

Jake shifted both himself and I in the water until he was seating with his back to the edge of the tub and my back was pressed against my chest. He was softly rubbing my chest with such care and tenderness that all I could do was slump back into him and enjoy the attention I was getting.

He put his lips against my ear and my eyes closed at the pleasure of his touch.

He then whispered softly.

"I love you..."

Those three words entered my ears and filled my heart with warmth and hope, which spread all over my body leaving me in a daze of blissfulness. Those words were all I ever wanted to hear from Jakey, my Jakey.

I slightly opened my eyes and peered at his hands against my chest splashing water ever so often.

And then my eyes widened in horror. I was naked! Jake could see my scars. He would see how disgusting I was and would hate me.

I jumped from his embrace and went to the other end of the tub hugging my legs to my chest in hope that I could cover myself.

Jake looked confused at my sudden flee and then became concerned. Then he asked me, "Are you OK?"

I was breathing hard and tears fell from my face.

"No! Don't come closer please!" I begged when he started to move towards me. He stopped and looked hurt.

"Why?" he asked.

"B-because if you see my scars you won't love me anymore!" I answered, my voice cracking slightly.

"Don't worry. Let me see them." he replied with a soft, yet masculine tone.

I rapidly shook my head no, but Jake gave my that pleading puppy face that I just couldn't say no to.

I slowly stretched exposing my whole body to him. He studied my scars carefully for a couple of minutes as if he was watching a fascinating painting or something. Part of me wanted to hide from his intense stare, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.