Fixing You

Chapter 2-The Agreement

I wake up with a start as I feel two hand on my shoulders ruffly shaking me awake.

"Mmhm" I murmur sleepily, I glance up to see Miles above me.

"You fell asleep" he states.

I stretch my arms stifling a yawn, "Yeah, I guess I did."

"Well I'm gonna go" he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, then his expression turn's serious "You can't tell anyone about this."

I drag myself to my feet "I have to tell someone.

"No" he shouts as he grabs hold of my wrist, fear clouds my eyes, he must of seen it because he lets go. "If you tell anyone bad shit will happen to me."

"Yeah it might Miles, but if I don't and then you kill yourself and I'm the only one who knows that you had tried to before then think of how much shit I'll be in!" I exclaim.

"Belle...I... ehhh.um" he stutters confusion clouding his features.

"Let me get help for you" I say.

"No, I don't want some fucking stranger, telling me I have depression or that I need to talk my feelings out!" He says angrily, I look at him exasperated.

"Then let me help you" my words spill out before I can get a grasp on what I'm saying.

"You don't mean that" he counters

"I do!" I say fervently "let me fix you"

"I'm not a bloody jigsaw, pieces of me

are missing" he says despairingly.

"I know your not a jigsaw" I say softly. I have the sudden urge to trail my fingers along his strong jaw line, I reach up to do so and feel him flinch under my touch.

"Sorry" I blurt out letting my hand fall to my side. He looks at me his expression unreadable.

After an uncomfortable silence he finally whispers "Ok"

"Ok... To what" I ask completely distracted by a small scar just bellow his eyebrow. He looks at me, annoyance clear in his eyes.

"I'll let you... ehh attempt to fix me?" he says sounding like he's asking a question.

"Oh, yeah right" I mentally shake my head. "so is it ok if we meet here every

Monday and Thursday at 4pm ish?"

"Yeah I guess, but I'm sure by Thursday you'll of given up, cause I'm a hopeless cause." he smirks haphazardly.

"Give me your phone" I demand, he reaches into his jean pulling his phone out. I add my number under Bell and add his number into my phone under BadBoy.

"Your rather demanding aren't you?" he smirks again, I decide not to answer.

"If you feel like shit call me, okay?"

He nods his head subtly.

"Bye then" I say.

"What are we already done, doctor no deep soppy talks yet?" he asks sarcastically, I choose to ignore his final remark and grab my bag from the floor.

"I'll umm... wash this and give it back to you Thursday" he indicates towards my jumper still tied pathetically round his arm.

"Why not tomorrow?" I question.

"Cause your a good girl and you don't want to be seen with a fucked up guy like myself" he answers.

"I don't mind" I reply truthfully "and your not fucked up"

"Trust me, Belle"

And I did, I trusted him for some unknown stupid reason I trusted him.

"Ok, see ya" I finally say turning to leave.

"Bye Belle" I hear him say as I feel myself smiling when he used my name, stop it I scold myself he's messed up you can't like him you barely even know him.

I finally get home just after 5pm I cook spaghetti Bol then wait for my parents to arrive home. At around 8pm I hear them letting there selves in. we sit down for dinner (family night- the only day when I have to eat with them during the school week)

"Have a good day?" my mother asks.

"Interesting" I reply

"That's nice dear" my father says, my mum says nothing else and we continue to exchange pleasantries.

Inwardly I roll my eyes at there lack of interest in my life, I clear the table and head to my room.

I have a shower, put my pjs on and brush my teeth, then get into my ginormous bed curl up and read my book. At 10.30pm I turn my light of waiting for the darkness to swallow me, my final thought was of Miles saying "you don't want to be seen with a fucked up person like myself." I close my eyes toss, and turn trying to get comfy, my mind dwelling on Miles' words till I fall into a restless sleep.