He started Everything

Chapter 27|| I can help

I yawned and looked at the sleeping boy. 3 am in the morning and I can't sleep.

Took a 30 minute nap. I feel guilty that he is in here. I owe him big time. His parents seem like a bunch of assholes.

Don't even bother seeing him in the hospital. That is fucked up. He has such dark hair. Perfect olive skin. Great Golden dark brown eyes.

I never exactly told him I liked him. I should. He made an extra effort to tell me he likes me. Getting hit by a car. What is this assholes deal.

A sweet asshole.

I am tired. Im surprised that I am getting lots of sleep in. He turns to his side and snores away. He looks so beat up. Scratches here and there. Same bruised eye. Wonder where he got it from...

I wonder why his family is like this... from what I gather. They are awful parents. Not coming to see him. What the hell, that is awful.

" Why are you thinking so hard" he mutters. I looked at him.

" What do you mean?" I scanned his beat up face. Still... handsome.

" You look like you're pondering and want to murder something" I think he would know if I wanted to kill something.

His eyes still closed" What are you thinking about?" He whispers.

" Nothing Important, just go back to sleep" I whispered.

" What were you thinking about, Im not going to let it go" he insists. So persistent it's annoying.

" You wouldn't wan—"

" Shut it and tell me" he opens his eyes. Sassy. Geez" Just talk" he whispers.

I looked down at my hands" I don't understand why your parents don't give a thought about coming too see you" I fiddled with my fingers and sleeves.

" Don't worry about it dal" he ignores my thought.

" Why don't yo—" he cuts me off.

" Dahlia" he grunts. No. I told him. I want answers. I want them now.

" No, you made me talk, I want you too talk, I barely know anything about y—"

" Because I am nothing worth knowing about, My parents are shit parents, deal with it!" He snaps at me.

He just said... he isn't worth it. Telling me that he doesn't want me to know him. He thinks he is nothing.

I hate that. He is fucking crazy. He saved my life multiple times. He pushed me to talk to him and open up.

" Your such a fucking liar" I stood up" Not worth knowing?" I yelled at him.

He rolls his eyes" You don't know me!" He sits up and yells.

I shook my head" I don't but do I care?" I yelled. Rhetorical question.

" You are the most annoyingest asshole on planet earth, you push and push and push till you want your answer" I paced.

" That is you! Persistent! I know that you have a dark side, but I don't care, I have done things that would make you scared" I stared ar him. I spoke truthfully.

" I don't want to hear you pitying yourself because damn it!" I glared at him. He has a shocked face. Good.

" Because I want you to talk to me! I want to know you! All I know is that you hate color, you like to cuddle in your sleep, you make things fun, you really hate heights" I listed off the things off and shook my hands around. I am very passionate.