A month had passed since I returned home and I only knew this because my sister told me, after she tried to get me to at least go down into the family room, but as usual I stayed where I was and spent my time staring out the window or hiding in the bathroom.
It's kind of funny that I find one of the more dangerous places in house hold more dangerous than my actual bed, the blue sheets had been changed some time back but I didn't understand why because since that first night my bed remained untouched maybe only feeling warmth when my mother placed a tray on it.
That was another thing, my diet had been cut in half, the amount of food I used to eat just kept becoming less and less and now my mother is trying different lighter foods for me, but I just didn't eat. Maybe because I wasn't as active as I used to be or maybe because I slept most of the day, who knows.
I moved to the desk in my room and stared at the pile of novels all stacked on each other looking ready to tumble. I remember when my sister had brought them in, it was the day after she tried to get me out of my room with absolutely no success, she had stormed out in frustration and then the next day she walked in with a very large box and started taking all of these books out.
I could still hear her voice loud and clear and I was happy because it helped to drowned out everything else "okay, you don't want to leave the room to come watch some TV with me, you don't want to play a freaking board game or anything of the sort all you want to do is sit by your window and pet that weird ass bird and let your mind wander.
"Fine I won't stop you, but if you're going to wander I want you to wander far away from this house, take a boat ride to France, jump on a train in the middle of Japan and use it to travel everywhere, take a trip on a hot air balloon and try to travel the world in eighty days. I don't care, but as your older sister I won't let you waste away here, you will be as free as that pesky bird, so sit down and read a god damn book. Now excuse me while I go and find new records for you to play." she huffed twisted on her heels and walked out the door.
I wanted to laugh for the first time in a while but it didn't work. I looked over by my record player to see a stack of old records, she told me it was mostly Jazz and funk because they were good to read along to. I flipped through the stack and grabbed a random one and set it on my record player, I turned it on and sighed.
I went back to the stack of books, that were mostly adventure books, but had some action and Young adult tossed in, she said somewhere in the stack was one of her favorite romance books but it was up to me to find it, I shook my head and pulled out a red covered book "Black Rabbit Summer by Kevin Brooks."
I went over to the window and sat down, I looked up and strangely my bird wasn't there, making me frown, I had the sudden urge to cry but shook my head and looked down at the book and started to read.
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I was enthralled by the book and the characters were amazing, so I was more than half way through it when there was a knock on the door, I looked up to see my mom standing there in a white dress and white frilly socks, she smiled and walked in carrying a tray, she set it down on the desk and took off the cover "how about some chicken soup and a nice glass of ice tea, do you think you could stomach it?" she asked in a soft voice, her smile dropping a bit.
I looked at her and nodded and her whole body seemed to relax, I got up and she quickly moved behind me to collect my chair and place it by the desk "I made sure it was just a little, so you don't have to worry about a big portion but if you want more you can just ask." I nodded and she seemed happy with that until she looked down at my hand and grinned "so you found my little surprise, your father had gotten that for me a few years back and it's one of the best books I've read."
I nodded again and she stood there idly for a few minutes before turning and walking out the room, I could feel my mouth twitch as I ran my hand over the book cover and a I felt a tear drop from my eye on to the book. I ruined it was all I could think, she must be disgusted to see me holding onto something she loved so dearly, I set the book down and stared down at my food.
I forced myself to eat and when I was finished I got up and went back to my tub, my body was aching all over as I crawled in and pulled a blanket over my head, dropping myself into another restless sleep.
Roman
I walked out the shower and went into my room grabbing up my towel off my bed and dried off my skin ignoring Arelius who sat in the corner of my room typing something onto his phone in a rapid pace. I pulled on my black boxers, followed by my jeans and a grey sweater and then my leather jacket, I ran my hands through my hair brushing it out of my face.
I grabbed my boots from under the bed and dropped down on my bed to pull them on, lacing them up quickly, when I was finished I grabbed my phone, keys and wallet before turning to face him "what is it?" I basically growled out.
His fingers came to a halt and he glanced up at me "nothing, just amazed that you actually worked up the courage to try again, after god knows how many times you tried. Do you think that he might just be ignoring you, or it's just pure coincidence that every time you go there he nor any one else is at home?" He turned in the chair to face me "I mean if I had to guess, I would say it's the first one, after all that happened to the kid I wouldn't blame him."
He looked at me with his head tilted as he waited for my reply but I had nothing to say to him so I turned and walked out the room, I could hear him huff before he started to follow me "all I'm saying is, he's been through a lot and maybe all he needs is some time before some random person he spoke to on a chat site tries to come into his life, especially a guy."
I stopped just as I reached the door and turned to face him "I know... I just need to try, if I don't..." I trailed off and he nodded.
"Good luck."
I gave a nod before going into the yard and jumping in my car, I drove off down the road and headed to his house, I remembered the address that was now plastered onto my mind because of how many times I had visited it. Meris had taken to calling me a smitten stalker, but I wasn't like that, I just needed to see him I needed to make sure he was okay.
Well maybe not okay, because I doubt after what happened to him he'll ever be okay but I wanted to see that he had gotten better, that he still didn't look like he did in those horrible pictures. I gripped the staring wheel till my hands were white and ground my teeth together until I had something else running through my mind.
I wanted to be the one to deal with those men but I had to come and see him, if I had only gotten my hands on them I would have made sure they went through something that was ten times worse than what they did to sweet Eleni. He was so fucking pure and precious and kind-hearted and because they couldn't be like him they ruined it.
I took a few deep breaths, they all got what was coming to them, now I needed to find a way to deal with Eleni, I knew there was no way to make him back to his old self at least not completely but maybe I could help him be something better, I didn't know but I had to try.
I got out the car and walked up the pathway going to the door and knocking it, letting out a breath I didn't even know I was holding when the door opened.
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Talks With My NightOwl (BoyxBoy)
General FictionWhat if we met in person, what would he think of me, would he be disgusted by me or would he accept me for the broken soul I am? What if we talked face to face, instead of over the web on this stupid website, would you like the person I am or would...