Healing Gabriel (BoyxBoy)

✣ Chapter Four ✣

Healing Gabriel: Chapter Four

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                                                        ※(*)※Gabriel's POV※(*)※

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       Evan was silent for a few moments, staring at me with intense eyes full of sincere protectiveness. "Who is 'he'?" he asked, deep in thought.

      "I d-don't know," I admitted. Which was the truth. I did not know who he was. When the police caught him, and the news focused all of their shows on him being caught, I didn't watch it. I couldn't look at his face again. It was so ugly. Which was odd, because I remember when I first laid eyes on him, I thought that he was beautiful. But ever since his true colors had been shown, I did not think that he was handsome anymore. I thought he was ugly, the way his face twisted in rage and the way the blood splattered onto his face.

       Just thinking about his lime green eyes made me sick. I felt my hands start to tremble and my stomach start to churn. The more I thought about him, the more I felt myself start to close down. My mind was set into panic mode. My skin started to burn. I needed to think about something else.

      "Did he scare you?"

       Yes. And he still does.

      "Was he drunk?"

       He practically bathed in alcohol.

      "He cussed a lot, didn't he?"

       In every sentence he sneered.

      "Did he touch you?" Evan asked.

       Everywhere.

      "Are you okay? What happened? Gabe?"

      "Just s-stop asking questions! Forget about it!" I snapped.

      "No, tell me what's bothering you. Nobody just starts crying out of nowhere for no reason at all."

      "I-I'm not crying," I whispered, self-consciously touching my face. My cheeks were wet, and my nose felt a little runny. I grabbed a napkin from the table, then blew my nose.

      "You can trust me."

      "I c-can't trust anyone, anymore," I replied. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand.

      "Tell me, what did he do?"

       A short silence passed between the two of us. Could I trust him? Nobody knew about my past except for my mom, my dad, and one other girl. I met her when I was in recovery at the hospital in my hometown. She had told me that she was raped by him. She'd told me that he had a room full of young girls next to the room full of boys, and that she'd escaped it. I had told her to go away, that I did not want to talk or even think about it. She respected my choice and left.

       I never saw her again.

       If I told Evan to go away, would he? And if he did, would I ever see him again? Something inside me did not want him to leave me alone. I wanted him to protect me, but I was afraid to let him. Because he could always turn out to be a monster in disguise. Just like him.

      "I'm going to bed," I said, standing up from the kitchen chair. I exited the kitchen.

      "Wait a minute! Gabe, tell me what happened." I ignored him. I went down the hallway, then up the stairs. I heard him follow after me, still saying my name. I got to my room door and unlocked it with a swift twist of the doorknob. "Stop ignoring me!" Evan huffed.