You Saved Me (Skylox Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Are You Okay?

(( Here's chapter 8! ))

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Sky got up and I willingly followed him downstairs, to what appeared to be a kitchen. A pretty nice kitchen at that, considering the state of the house they’re living in. There was a nice stainless steel fridge, along with polished wooden counters. They also had a stainless steel stove, as well as a working microwave that didn’t have exploded eggs in it.

In my kitchen, you couldn’t see the floor, thanks to the hundreds of beer bottles, cans, and wrappers scattered about. The room smelled like a personal bar was built in the house. Not to mention my dad smelling like that too.

Also in Sky’s house… He had his own room. I never had my own room, other than when my mom was around. Now a days I sleep in the basement, the seized to exist until seven years ago. My father had it specially made for me so that he could throw me down there, when he was done with me for the day.

My room consisted of; my sleeping bag on the floor, an un-fluffed unstuffed pillow laying at the end of my bag, my laptop which doesn’t work anymore thanks to my dad, a secret place for my headphones, and lastly used plates and bowls where tiny scraps of food lay around from the rare times my father actual fed me.

Sky continued down the stairs into the kitchen, and grabbed a pan which followed by him turning on the stove top. He turned around and walked over to me from behind the counter. He proceeded to settle me down in a seat on the other side of the island separating us. After that he walked back over to the fridge and grabbed some bacon out, placing it next to the stove. Following that he grabbed some batter for pancakes and grabbed another pan to toss them in.

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After the pancakes and bacon were done, I places them down on three plates. One more than usual, but Ty was a guest and I intended on feeding him. Before I hand over the food to Ty, I make a rush up stairs  and give Aria the plate of food.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, least I could do for scaring you so bad last night.”

“Your friend still here?” She gave me a smirk.

“Yeah, he’s still here.” I nodded.

“Are you gunna make a move…?” She said sounding a little confused.

“What do you mean….? Make a move?” I looked at her dumbfounded and she continued.

“Sky look… I can see the way you look at Ty… You obviously love him, like-like him at the least.” I began to furiously blush, and she chuckled a little. I just shrugged it off, and began making my way down stairs. As I looked over at Ty, I saw him staring at him food, like he hadn't touched it. The fork and knife were still in the same place.

“Ty?” His vision jolted away from the plate and to my face.

“Yeah? Is something wrong? Do you want me to leave?” He sounded rushed, like he had done something wrong.

“No, you’re fine to stay as long as you’d like actually. Did you not eat?”

“This food was for me?” He sounded confused, almost startled at the fact that he had food.

“Oh course who else would it be for…?”

“I thought it was yours, and you were just setting it here for the time being… I’m not used to..”

“Used to what? Eating?” He nodded his head slightly while trying to look away from me.

I walked over and gave him a hug, I didn’t know he was so scidish. He looked up at me, tears readying them selves to ooze out of his eyes. I had my hand ready for any free fallers, but none dared to leave.

I propped the fork and knife into his hands, and he began gorging himself. Stuffing his face like he had never eaten before, almost in a toddler fashion. I ignored and went to get the syrup along with butter. I placed them down in front of Ty’s plate and began eating myself.

After we finished eating, I picked Ty up off the stool I placed him on only thirty minutes ago. I carried him bridal style over to the couch. The way I picked him up reminded me of the hospital. How he was so helpless when I saved him, yet so strong.

I wish we could be in there again, but not with him being hurt. Me sitting by his side, telling him everything will be okay. But instead of holding his hand, I should have been kissing it. Making sure he was safe. Not letting a single hair on his head be out of place. No one touches him… No one but me. I had a solid shot at showing him any sign of affection, and I totally blew it. I never want him in that state again.

I don’t think my mind could handle it either. I would get shoved into a deep depression, thinking that I had done it. That I caused all of this. What if I did. I never stood up for Ty during school. He was bullied everyday by the people I called friends. Well they were no friends! Ty is a better friend, and I only met him, like really got to know him twelve hours ago.

(( I am so sorry that this is late. I was out shopping today, and then I COMPLETELY forgot that it was Saturday. Anyways this was chapter 8 of this story. If you liked it leave a comment and vote for it. Also share this with your friends if you wanna! ANNNWAAAYS... Read on my little bells! ))