Pitch Black

Chapter Eleven- Last Night

Isaac's POV

As I woke up, the first thing I became aware of was the warm body beside me. I recognized the sent and deemed the person beside me to be Scott.

Poor Scott, he had seen me at my weakest last night and I really didn't want to scare him off. Him and his mom had been so generous to me so far and I didn't want to screw that up. I remembered the vivid dream as if it had just happened. I also remember breaking down in front of Scott and making a complete fool of myself. I hated how vulnerable I had felt. Right now I felt the complete opposite. I felt safe and warm between Scott's strong arms.

Scott is beautiful when he sleeps. His face is free of worry and it makes him look a lot younger than he really was. His hair fell unevenly across his forehead and over his shut eyes. His breathes were coming out slow and even, in such a rhythm that relaxed me. If I could stay like this forever I would. All wrapped up in his warmth and securely tucked away under his protecting arms.

But all to soon my version of paradise was interrupted by a knock on the door. I heard Mrs. McCall on the other side of the door say, "Come on boys! It's time to eat!" I wondered how she knew Scott was in my room and was worried that we would get in trouble for it.

"Scott," I whispered softly, "it's time to wake up, breakfast is ready."

"Hmm," he hummed lightly as his eyes fluttered open.

"It's time for breakfast," I said again a little louder now.

"Ok," he mumbled, turning his face into his pillow.

"Come on sleepy pants, get up," I said while I sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Alright, I'm up," he said, slightly sitting up in the bed.

"Mhmm," I hummed. As I got to my feet I helped pull Scott up as well. I walked to the door then slowly turned around. I looked down at the ground embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry about last night. I just don't..." I pause for a moment, "know what happened.

He slowly stepped forward and brushed a strand of my hair off my face. "It's ok," he said calmly, "I understand." I nodded my head. "I'm going to go to the bathroom then I'll be right down, ok?"

I whispered back, "Ok." He kissed the top of my head and walked off in the direction of the bathroom.

I walked down the stairs at a slow rate, my body rejecting the harsh movements. As I made it to the bottom of the stairs I let out a big sigh and headed toward the kitchen. I could smell bacon and eggs already. As I went into the kitchen I saw three plates set out, all had two pancakes, scrambled eggs, and three strips of bacon. I smiled warmly at the array of food in front of me. I could never remember a time when someone had made me food. Maybe when I was really little before my mom left.

She had left dad when I was only four. I guess she had had enough of the abuse and just walked out the door, not even thinking of the poor child she was leaving behind.

Scott entered the kitchen just as I was sitting down. He sat across from me and started to eat. Following his roll, I started to eat as well. Then Mrs. McCall came in and sat down along side us. We all ate breakfast in silence, nobody quite knew what to say after what had accrued last night.

"So how are you doing Isaac?" Mrs McCall finally broke the silence with her question.

"A lot better. And the food is a million times better that the hospitals'." That was all the conversation anyone made.

As we finished Scott got up and took his plate along with mine into the kitchen. I slowly got up and walked to the living more. I heard Scott right behind me as I went. He quickly laid on the couch before I could get there and held his arms out for me to lay with him. As I laid down we both squirmed a little to get comfortable and then finally settled down. Scott's back has against the couch and mine was against his chest. He had his arms wrapped protectively around the upper part of my body and our legs were twined together. I was so comfortable that next thing I knew, I was asleep.