Welcome To My Life

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Charles woke up covered in bruises and with a swollen face. Erik stayed nuzzled into Charles' sheets, his nose buried in the other boy's beddings. God, he smelled good. Charles groaned. He didn't want to get up. Erik woke up and frowned. He realized what he'd been doing and he frantically pushed the bed sheets away. No. He was not going to do that. He didn't fall in love. He didn't love, period. Charles moved slowly and tried to force himself out of Erik's bed

Erik hopped off the top bunk and landed softly next to Charles, "Do you need help?"

"Fuck off."

"Charles....let me help...," Erik ran over to get a towel. He poured cold water on it and returned, holding it to Charles' jaw, "I'm....."

"I said fuck off," Charles managed with a heavy lisp.

Erik knelt in front of him and swallowed, "Please let me help...."

"You've done enough."

Erik bit his lip and then gently set the towel down, "I'm sorry......"

Charles grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled himself up.

Erik glanced at him, "You fell asleep on the floor so....I put you in my bed....."

"So you cared after you beat the shit out of me?"

"I.....," Erik glanced away, "You know, I never made you feel bad about all the fucked up things wrong with you....maybe you should stop being so fucking selfish for once. I'm here because I apparently have a problem, like everyone else! So I apologize if my anger gets out of hand-I can't control it!"

He walked out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him. Charles managed to get himself to the bathroom. He washed up, scrubbing off any dried blood left on him. He glanced in the mirror as he got out and dried off. He looked even worse than usual. Erik went out to the dock at the other end of the woods. He'd found it when he was fourteen. He lit a cigarette, sat down, and watched the water. Charles walked out, wrapped only in a towel. He peeked out the window to make sure Erik wasn't coming, then went to dig around Erik's bag. He needed his blades back. He couldn't go the whole summer without it. Erik sighed as he flicked ashes into the water. It wasn't fair. He'd be going to a place for delinquents when he got back from camp. Then when he turned eighteen the trial....he blinked quickly. No. He would not think about that. He contemplated his cigarette. He hadn't burned himself since he'd last cut his wrist. He could. Charles tried not to displace too many things in Erik's bag. He didn't want it to be obvious that he'd gone through it. He found the blades and hurried back to the bathroom. Erik set his cigarette down next to him after he'd extinguished it. He sighed and leaned against the wooden post of the dock. He didn't want to go back to camp. He sighed and stripped down to his boxers before diving into the cool water. It helped soothe the annoying sting of the new burns on his arm. Charles let out a sigh of relief as he watched the blood drop down into the sink. He had control again. He had power over this. He felt so much better. Erik floated on the top of the water. He was starving but he didn't really feel like breakfast. Eventually he got out and finally headed back towards the cabin. Charles cleaned up quickly, then washed and hid the blades. He stopped the bleeding on his arm, then went to get clothes, as he was still just in his towel from the waist down.

Erik walked into the cabin and glanced at Charles, "Find what you wanted?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Charles grabbed his clothes, then returned to the bathroom to get dressed.

Erik rolled his eyes, "Really? So if I go in my bag, I'll just find your blades where I left then right?"

"Just leave me alone, alright?"