Love, death, and other tragedies

Tragedy 3

My face was cold, and clammy as I stare at my fathers worried face and my mothers angry one. She was being a bitch again and he was being a wuss "I mean how irresponsible can you be" she continued as I failed to tune her out.

    "Do you know how bad for business this could be, all the stories these nurses and shit can go home and say" I nod as if I care and turn to see my father wincing at my obviously sweat soaked face "and don't even get me started on why you haven't been eating, again" I flinch at that but she keeps on going "do you remember what happened last time, do you, probably not you were so doped up half the time" she was right "and you were in that hospital bed making us look bad, or like horrible parents of all th-" my father cracked "shut up Linda, what the fuck", me and my mother had matching expressions on our faces until mine broke out into a huge grin "Jacob" she said flabbergasted.

    I shook my head a little looking at him in wonder this couldn't be my dad, my dad never stood up for me he was always too...scared to.

"But Ja-"

"No"

I'm just try-"

Glare

"It's her fau-"

Glare

"Fine" she turned to me smiling widely in false Saccharine "I'm sorry sweetheart for ruining your day". I nod trying to be cordial and act like I feel like those pills were supposed to make me feel, happy. She hugs me awkwardly enough for the both of us so I just pat her back "hello Casey" my father says and I smile for real this time "hello father" he hugs me engulfing me in his bear like form.

      He looks at me a little "how has today been despite the incident" I shrug "I was asleep, they have me on new medication, it's much stronger" he frowned "are you okay" I send him a look and he nods "Casey you know we put you here so you can be happy again" another nod, there goes that word again, I didn't want to start having to tune my dad out too "but, I don't think we made the right choice" my head whipped up "I just want you to be happy" he said quietly and I smile at him with false sweetness, for the very first time in my life. "I am happy father" lie, "I'm happy and I know that I'll be good enough for you to come home soon".

    He lets me go taking something out of his pocket and slipping it into mine "Jacob" my mother gasped "shut up Linda" I try to hold in a laugh and look down we turn around, walking out the door, my mother following behind closely. I kiss him on the cheek and he kisses me on the forehead "happy birthday Casey" I smile "happy birthday father" but there was nothing happy about me, not one bit.

     "You're gonna drown in all those tears if you don't cheer up sunshine" I turn around to see Nicholas at my door "yeah well then it'll be my lucky day" he winces, "hmmm" I think that was supposed to be a chuckle?. I turn back to my pillow stuffing my face in it and screaming "I hate my life too" he said quietly from a distance "yeah? did your parents stick you in a mental institution that they owned for starving yourself, instead of just getting regular treatment like regular people" I turn to look at him and he smiles sadly "nah, my father tried to kill me so I killed him, judge decided that it was either this or the big house and I'm too pretty for prison".

    He was right he was too pretty for prison, he had this really dark fluffy hair, and blue eyes that never seem to stop moving, and his long thin fingers always seemed to be tapping against his thick thighs, that matched his thick biceps "pretty...psh". He smiles "yeah well, I'm not here to talk about my..." he stares at me a little before smiling roguishly "angelic good looks" he lets out a shout and waves his finger off sucking it in his mouth "sorry, I got a bit of a shock there" he mumbled, grumbling something under his breath.

     He sat on the bed next to me and faced me with those eyes still moving, "I have to tell you something" he said, eyes traveling down to my lips, my tongue goes out to wet them and his pupils dilate "Casey" he whined out, as if telling me to stop and I smile a little "what" I say in a unrecognizable voice "I'm not doing anything" he looks up at my amused eyes and sighs "lord" he hissed again clutching his hand, waving it off before muttering something that sounded like "okay, okay".

      I leaned in and took his lips on mine, not patient enough to build up the tension again, one of his hands flew to my waist and another to the back of my neck "Casey stop" he says breathlessly but I just kiss him again, slipping my tongue between his warm lips and tug gently on his tongue "Jesus" he muttered before cursing lightly but ignoring the obvious pain he just felt what's up with that he pushes me back on the bed and I moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away his forehead on mine "I-I can't Case" he said, chest heaving "I am not for you", I narrow my eyes at him "huh?" But before he can answer he's ripped off of me and being held against the wall, by a man with blonde hair, thick, muscular arms and a fine back.

    "Please, I'm sorry" Nicholas begged and the man huffed letting him go and turning around, I sucked in a breath, scared it would be the last one I took, because this man was beautiful. His face was sharp, and his nose was thin, and his lips were almost pouty, his eyes were the coolest, green I'd ever seen like...spring, but they burned like fire. He was glaring at me, hands on his hips, shaking his head "he's right you know" his voice was deep, and sort of gravelly at the beginning and end of his sentences "huh?" I said smartly and he just rose an eyebrow at me, clearly going from angry to amused "that he is not for you, I am".