ANNE

my life

It just felt wrong, stalker-ish and creepy. I counted how many scars were on his face, one on his left eye,one on his bottom lip and one on his forehead.
I still didnt understand, what did Andy mean by ' keep your hands off her'?. Maybe me and Bert were friends? I really can't remember anything like that. I left Bert's room,but I decided to kiss his forehead,I just felt like doing that. My cheeks grew hot after that and I went out of the room,eyeing the walls for any memories.
The drawing room was filled with pictures,but they seemed blurry to me,I tried squinting my eyes,but they still seemed blurry.
I think it must be pills,thinking to grab more, I wandered blindly into some room,and crashed into a warm body.
Shit.
It was Bert's room.
"Anne?" He sounded pained and relieved at the same time. I felt sleepy but decided to voice it out.
"Hmmm I'm sleepy." I slurred, grabbing his biceps for support.
"What are you even doing out of bed?"
I chuckled at his motherly behavior.
"Its like 3 am in the morning!" He ranted.
I could really not care less about time right now.
"I'm hungry mom." My voice sounded so,so childish.
"What?" He asked,being astonished by the name.
I snickered in response. "You heard me."
He sighs and sets me on the dining table while making pancakes. He was messy as hell, smearing the mix all over his face and clothes.
"Wait!"
Hus head whipped back to me.
"You got..some mix" I said shyly and wiping it with the back of my hand. I could feel the heat rising on his cheeks. He turned away,trying to hide his small smile.
He looked so happy, I sighed. I could not beilive that this person only tried to force feed me.
"Anne."
"Yes?"
"I'm so sorry for that," he paused to get himself together, I stroked his hand trying to help." I will never force feed you ever again,you just tell me whenever you're hungry,okay?"
His voice cracked at the end of the sentence, I hugged him,making him gasp and start crying.
"I forgive you,you saved my fucking life." I rubbed circles in his back,caressing his hair in the process.
"Let's get those pancakes done." He mumbled.
I decided to help him in making the pancakes, he looked at me wide eyed,"I'll help"
"But-" he tried to protest.
"Shush!" I hissed.
We made the pancakes and he fed them to me,I could feel the huge hole in my heart being filled,slowly, bit steadily.