Dreamscape [boyxboy]

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve (Kyler's POV)

I was so happy Remi was awake.

I didn't know how to react. I'd never felt that happy before. It was so overwhelming, and to know that he was alive. Holy shit, I'd never been so scared in my whole life. When the knife had sunk into his back, it hit me that I was free from Ash's control.

But only then did I realize the knife was already piercing him.

I felt awful.

Especially when he crumpled to the ground like that, blood creating a huge stain on the back of his shirt. I felt so cold, so hollow, all over again.

And seeing him wake up this morning, I felt complete again. I kept telling myself to be careful, walk on egg shells. Remi needed to heal. Once he was healed, then we could play around. Then I could shove him in the creek. Then I could push him down and kiss him hungrily.

For now, I just had to fantasize about it and it was basically tormenting me.

"I think I remember telling you to buy groceries." Scythe's voice deadpanned. I blinked and looked up with a scowl to see Scythe standing behind me, his arms folded over his chest.

"I was leaving. I'm just taking my time." I responded smartly, rising to my feet and heading to the hook where the keys were. Scythe raised an eyebrow and followed me.

"You seem... different. Did you and Remi patch things up?"

"Yup."

"Are you guys dating?"

"Sure."

"Did you do it yet?"

"None of your business." I retorted. Scythe hummed in response and I just kept my back to him as I went outside to one of the bikes. For once, I didn't look around and move quickly to avoid being seen. I didn't need to be super paranoid.

How does freedom taste? Remi had asked me.

I couldn't even begin to express it. I actually felt like smiling for once, but of course, there was one perfect thing to this perfect day that was missing and that was Remi. I ached to go back and spend the rest of the day with him, but I knew when I wasn't wanted.

It wasn't Remi that drove me away.

It was Nythara.

Now I knew why no one liked him. I could feel his disgust toward me, rolling off in thick waves that almost suffocated me the entire time I was in his presence. He hated me and I knew it. I didn't know why, but I assumed it was because of my relationship with Remi.

I could only hope that he didn't try and intervene to a point where our relationship was impossible.

In which case, Remi would stay in my room.

Forever.

Because I said so.

With that thought in mind, I jerked the helmet on and jumped on the bike, revving the engine as Consoler of the Lonely by the Raconteurs played as I drove down the driveway at a steady pace. I didn't have to rush or anything. I didn't have to worry.

I took my time riding into town, pulling up into the Wagner's parking lot. I paused, the helmet on the seat before I turned to look at The Mockingbird. Maybe Remi was around?

No, he was still injured. He couldn't possibly be there. His family cared too much.

I sighed and drifted into the Wagner's.