Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter 10

I avoid talking to him for the next few days and finally, it's the day before we leave. I don't know why, but I honestly don't believe that he cares. I still think I can only make his life worse. He seems to want to let me be the first one to talk or make a move. But he always tenses when I'm around. I don't know if he truly is over hating me. I watch him as he draws in his little sketchbook, he keeps glancing at me and I look away blushing, but I always turn back to look at him. He's just so interesting; his face scrunches up when he's drawing and then he'll smile at times. 

"What?" He finally asks, looking at me. I blush and shrug.

"Sorry, I just, I never knew you were an artist." He shrugs.

"I told you before, I hate being there. This is my escape." And awkward silence follows afterward and I look at the time, it's 8 and I'm board. I get up and get clothes to go to bed after I shower; just only of his t-shirts and my shorts. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. It's the only place where I can think and do it without being interrupted. All I really do is stand in there, and think. I think about Einar, who is he? He isn't the boy I thought I knew. He changed, but again, so have I. I let the cold water wash away my thoughts and relax me. I can't help but feel like I'm still as lonely as ever. We're both tortured but we both are so far away from each other. I loved everything I had before, why did it change? Why did it have to change? I don't understand he comforts me, only for me to live in pain longer, to suffer. I don't want to die, but it's the pain of feeling so lonely, I can't get rid of it, it constantly whispers that he secretly hates me still, that my parents are glad I'm gone. That my brother wanted to get rid of me and that I'll never be loved, by anyone. And my heart aches with that, I'm tired, I'm so tired, and have no feeling to go on. They've ripped out my heart and it's never coming back, it's gone. I've been searching for it for forever, but it's not there. Again tears fall, I can't stop, they always come back. And they're the only ones to do so. I cry for a while before getting out and drying off and putting on my clothes. When I go back into the bedroom Einar stands and crosses his arms. 

"What?" I ask, scared he's going to yell at me again. 

"What are you doing?"

"I just took a shower."

"It's now 9." I shrug.

"So,"

"So, you've been in there for over an hour." 

"Sorry, did you want to use it?" I asked biting my lip. He shakes his head and rushes at me I flinch as he wraps both arms around me. He tightens his grip on me and I feel like I am home. I feel loved. I let out a sob.

"Why do you flinch when someone touches?" I sigh and then sniffled.

"I lived with my foster family since I was 10. Before that my biological parents had me. My father was mad when I turned out to be a girl instead of a boy. He said girls were weak, he also beat my mother. And he um, he would beat me to "toughen me up"." I sob. "But one day my mom called the cops telling them that he beats her and he was um, hurting me after he was drunk. That night, he...he almost killed me. He was really mad, because I dropped a heavy box, trying to lift it up the stairs. He was drinking beer and was drunk and so he hit me with the bottle. It broke and my mother tried to stop him but he locked her in the bathroom. He went after me, and he just kept...he kept hitting me over and over." I cry, tears falling at the memory. "I had so many deep cuts and when the cops came I was bleeding so much blood but my mother, they couldn't save her, she lost to much blood from her wrists." I sob and try to keep going. "After that, I didn't trust anyone, I became distant and I had so many scars and muscle spasms. Nobody wanted me, but my parents, oh, my great, good parents when they heard my story they took me to their home immediately, determined to help me. And they did, but nothing can erase those memories. He was just so crazed and mean..." I pull away and lift the right side of my shirt to reveal scars, similar to the ones on his back. He traces them mine making shivers run through me. 

"I guess we both are more similar than we guessed." I nod and look at my hands in my lap. He plays with the hem of my shirt.

"I saw your drawings." I blurt I look up at his shocked eyes only to look down again, "They were beautiful. You'd be a great artist."

"So I guess you saw all the ones of you." I blush and nod. He smiles, "It's just, you have such a drawable face. Your expressions are beautiful and the way you bite your bottom lip." I look into his brown eyes and he smiles, "Any artist would fall in love with that."

"What are you saying?" I say shaking my head, "Because if you're messing with me and you secretly hate me-" But he cuts me off by kissing me. He wraps an arm around me and I kiss him back. I finally feel loved, I have someone who gets me, someone who understands me. I found that someone makes me happy, someone that wants me. And I love him back. He pulls back.

"I'm saying that I love you." My eyes widen at the L word. He actually said it.

"And I love you." He wraps me up and kisses me deeper. 

And you all know what happens after that.