The Good Boy

Chapter 4 - The Triplets

My eyes slowly started to flutter open. I was happily relaxed in a warm, soft bed. I didn't dare move, because I was still well aware of what happened and how stupid I was to not watch where I was going. My eyes danced around, examining the room. The walls were a simple light orange, with a usual closet, cupboards, and a door to which I'm guessing is the bathroom. I relaxed a bit more and closed my eyes.

But then I returned to reality.

I jolted up, sitting up as fast as I can. I wish I didn't. My head pained and I managed a loud groan as my head felt like it was going to explode.

"Wha-? Where am I?" I asked myself.

"Welcome to my room." No. It couldn't be. How did he find me laying around in the middle of the forest with a bleeding head? My headed turned around, fast. I looked at him, still in shock. But when I did, my head burst into another shot of pain. I felt like I just got shot with a bullet through my head.

"Don't do that. Lie down. Your head will feel better." Mason said. I obeyed. I was in no shape to argue. Though I was in pain, I was happy.

I'm in Mason's BEDROOM!

The thought made me lick my lips. I didn't even realize I was staring at him until he grinned with his perfect, shining, white teeth.

"Hi." I croaked. He didn't say a word. His grin dropped and he just seemed to be staring at me. This was the perfect moment. "Hey, Mason. Do you think you could, um, hop in the bed with me? I'm kind of cold, that's all." Then he would hop in and we would get comfortable and he'd keep me cozy and warm.

But obviously, that didn't happen. Instead, he sat down on the bed-not to close to me- and just watched me.

"How did you find me?" I managed to ask, ignoring the butterflies flying around in my stomach.

He responded first with a smile. God, I could feel his warmth and he wasn't even near me!

"I live right behind that forest you were in. I was going for a walk and I saw you and I swear I was about to freak out and have a panic attack or something. I thought you were dead."

"You probably wish I was dead."

Mason gave me a look. He looked at me like he knew something I didn't. He looked at me with a worried expression. "Why would I wish that?"

"Because of Sam." I sat up, slowly. My head hurt a bit less now. A lot, but still, less than before.

"What does Sam have to do with any of this?" Mason seemed interested.

"I promised her I wouldn't tell you guys about her and Florence. I didn't mean for her to know. She never gave me a chance to explain!" My voice started getting louder.

"Slow down. You still need to calm your head." I responded with a nod. "So, you knew about those two?"

"I found out the same day you did. But I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and now Sam hates me."

Mason shook his head. "Sam doesn't hate. None of us do. She was probably in a bad mood beforehand, which is why she got pissed at you."

"Maybe. I wonder why she never wanted you guys to know about Florence."

I noticed that Mason's head went down. His eyes simply looking at his knee. "Yeah. It's because... Because Florence is my sister." I glared. I gasped. I couldn't help myself. I was just surprised.

That's why Florence was staring so intensely at Mason.

"I didn't know. I.. Wow." I had nothing to say.