My Sister's Boyfriend ➳ lrh

"Says More About You Than Me"

22 | Says More About You Than Me

I spent a few days at Mikey's after everything that had happened between myself and Luke. Personally, I think we both needed the space - well, I know that I certainly did.

Throughout those few days at Michael's place, I cleaned his cuts and scrapes daily, feeling guilty for not only the fact that my so called 'boyfriend' did this to him, but also for the reason that every time an alcohol wipe made contact with his open skin, he flinched, cussed or winced. It shattered my heart completely to see what a state he was in. Since the day I got there, he hadn't moved much - apart from using the bathroom or trying to make some fold when I'd left quickly to get some stuff from the mall.

I've been here for six days and I think I'm finally ready to go back to the house today to face Luke and talk it out with him. Now that Michael was capable of moving around the house more without letting an occasional curse word escape his lips and the pain was slowly fading, I was less worried about leaving him on his own - but somewhere deep inside, I was still thinking about the possibilities of him falling or hurting himself even more.

I try to push those thoughts to the back of my mind and I quietly walk downstairs, checking my watch as I do so, seeing that it was only 8:12 am. I shrug my shoulders and continue to make my way to the kitchen to make Michael some breakfast and a coffee to perk him up a little.

I turn on the gas for the stove and rip opens packet of bacon from the fridge that I bought yesterday, listening carefully to it sizzling in the small amount of butter that I put in the pan beforehand.

After turning them from time to time, I decide that it's done when the small string of fat around the outside is just turning crispy and the bacon rashes are a lighter pink than when I put them in the pan at the beginning. I grab the tongs from beside me on the counter and gently pick them up to place on a plate, trying to avoid the butter that is desperately trying to spit at my hands.  I quickly butter some white bread and cover two pieces with sauces: Ketchup for me and Brown Sauce for Mikey.

I place the bacon in between the bread slices and cut the sandwiches in half before putting them on two separate plates. I rapidly boil the kettle and pour a coffee for each of us and then head upstairs to his room, making him stretch and yawn a little as I tap him on the shoulder to awake him from his deep slumber.

"I made you some breakfast and a cup of coffee. I'm gonna stay here to eat this and then I was wondering if you'd mind me heading back to Luke's for a bit to try and talk to him about everything?"

"Of course that's okay, Sophie. I don't mind you seeing him," he chuckles rasping and I blush a little for some peculiar reason.

"I just don't want you getting hurt. I'll be fine, just tell me how it goes and remember that you're always welcome here if you need to stay over for a week or even if our just need to talk." He adds and I quickly nod and say thank you.

We sit in a comfortable silence whilst we eat our bacon sandwiches and once we're both finished, I collect up all the plates to take them downstairs to wash up. Once I've finished drowning all the cutlery in soapy water and scrubbing them down until they're clean, I quickly lace back upstairs to get changed into a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a frilly white crop top. I quickly line my lips with a nudey-peach colour before combing through my blonde hair and sliding my feet into my converse.