Zelo

3.

I knock on the door, please don't tell me he's sleeping. I'm waiting outside for five minutes, after yelling his name multiple times he comes.

"What the he- " He stops and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Who did this to you?"

"Going to jail now." I fall towards him.

"Ara, I need to take you to the hospital."

"I'm fine. Just dizzy." My head is throbbing, and my legs burn.

"I screwed this up." I feel him wrap his arm around me, and he closes the door. "Let's go to the couch."

"I need my coat."

"I'll buy you a new one, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes. Can you give me water please?" I close my eyes, I can't stop concentrate. "What took you so long?"

"Here sit up." I drink water, but it tastes like blood. "Shh don't talk, did he do anything else?" I shake my head. "Oh thank God."

"I'm going to sleeeeepp." And I remember spilling the water, while falling backwards.

***

"Ara are awake?" I open my eyes, he's sitting at the end of the couch. I have a blanket on, a new shirt, my arms are clean, all that's left are bruises and cuts. My hair's in a ponytail, my mouth feels weird, I touch my face, I feel a cut, and it's a bit swollen. I won't get mad at him for changing my shirt, he helped me out. I try to sit up.

"Ahh!" And fall back down.

"Take it slow." He runs his hands through his hair. Was he up all night? He looks exhausted.

"What time is it?"

"Ten."

"I gotta go."

"No way. I'll help you up." He comes and holds my back.

"I dropped the bags last night, sorry."

"Don't apologize. I feel terrible for saying that, and for not buying them myself. Please forgive me. I went out this morning and bought a shitload of food"

"Thank you."

"You scared the living crap out of me." He stands up. "What you want?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Come on. You need something."

"An apple would be nice."

"In pieces?"

"Well since you offered." He smiles, and goes to the kitchen. I try to too.

"Stay seated, you're going to fall."

"I'm fine."

"Okay I'm not helping, if you fall." I'm standing up, my legs hurt. Just great, I go sit near the table. When I do, he hands me the pieces of apple, he's looking at my arms. "Do they hurt?" He points to my arms.

"I don't feel anything."

"Your face is a bit fucked up"

"Thanks." He goes to his room and brings a creme.

"This should help with it healing." Our faces are so close.

"Are you going to school?"

"I'm staying here." He looks at me, and I fall in love with his chocolate brown eyes.

"Thanks."

"I don't mind." He looks awkward. "Umm." And he stands up. "Can you answer me a few questions." I nod, while chewing on the apple slices. "Why didn't you knowledge me at school?"