Stay (ManxBoy)

Chapter Twenty-one - Betrayed And Forgotten

Floccinaucinihilipilification:

(n.) The act of deciding that something is useless.

Chapter Twenty-One – Betrayed And Forgotten

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'Why are you carrying me again?' Evan asks me as he lays in my arms.

'Because you are wounded and I simply can't let anything else happen to you.' My words may sound funny to him and he probably thinks I'm just doing it to be funny, but there's a truth behind my words. Seeing him lying on the ground brings me back to the news articles and the heart-shattering stories about people getting bashed in the head for being "different".

'You're a charmer!' He says as he lets his body go limp in my arms and I smile at him as he dramatically puts his hand on his forehead.

I simply roll my eyes as I walk up to the front door and to my surprise it opens before I can even attempt to do anything. In front of me stands Charlotte and the second her eyes land on Evan she's fussing over him.

'Oh gosh, what happened to him?' She asked worriedly as she ushers us inside. I feel uncomfortable and scared she can somehow look straight through our act, but Evan needs tending to his injuries and Charlotte can help him with it.

'Nothing major.' Evan says as he looks at Charlotte while he's still hanging with his head upside down.

'Nothing major!' Charlotte screams at him.

'Your eye looks as if it will come rolling out of your head!' I try to stifle my laugh, but it seems impossible as I see the bewildered look on Evan's face as he brings his hand up to his eye.

'It's not that bad, right? Alexander tell me it's not bad.' Evan seems to say it more to convince himself than anything else, because there's a doubt in the tone of his voice.

'It's not that bad Evan.' I smile down at him, but he rolls his eyes as he realizes I am just repeating after him.

'Put him on the couch Alex.' Charlotte says as she rushes into the kitchen and Evan looks up at me with big eyes.

'Do as she says Alexander.' He says as he tries to act demanding, but fails miserably. Just for fun I pull my arms down and he lets out a loud shriek as he wraps his arms around my torso.

'Don't do that!' He whines and Charlotte screams from the kitchen to lay Evan down. Evan sneakily bats his eyelashes at me and puts his lip in a pout. And even though I know he doesn't mean it, it's almost impossible to ignore his please when he looks as cute as he does right now.

I carefully carry him towards the couch and put him down, making sure not to put too much pressure on the spots where it really hurts. And that's harder than I thought, because he's literally covered by bruises. Charlotte doesn't say a word as she walks into the living room with the red emergency case in her hand. And to my surprise Evan doesn't even flinch as she asks him to pull off his shirt. I, however,  need to take a deep breath to calm myself as I see his torso which is completely black and blue.

He genuinely seems relaxed, except from the fact that Charlotte is touching him. It's as if he doesn't care at all that those idiots kicked him, humiliated him by hitting his pride out. They failed, that is true, but the bruises and scars that will remain on his skin will remind him of it every time he will take a look at himself. And not only will that follow him, but I will feel guilty of the fact that I wasn't there to save him. If it wasn't for Cindy, I wouldn't even have known something was wrong with him.

How will I be able to stay up-to-date on Evan's well-being, while I have to pretend to be deeply in love with Charlotte. And eventually everything will get the best of me and of Charlotte. On one point she will want to have sex with me and genuinely feel that I love her. But I know I won't be able to handle the hands of another person on my body. Nobody but Evan will be able to get to me, not even Charlotte even though I have known her for the biggest part of my life.