The Bad Boy's screams

His nightmares

His screams echoing all through my room. Making me dream about his pain. Making me have nightmares while he was living in them.

"Please!"

"I'm sorry! "

"Mommy !"

I stare at the ceiling hearing his beautiful screams. They were beautiful.

Not really I just didn't want to say how painful they sounded. For me it sounded painful but for him it was painful.

I heard him scream ever since I was five. And now I'm fifteen. Ten years. Ten years his screams were filled my ears.

But I admired him. He screamed nine years for help. He still had hope.

At least a little hope. Because his screams were dying down. Each and every day it would get softer, he would scream a little less.

He was getting tired.

"Ahhhh!"  that was the last scream for the night. His mother was probably tired. Tired of hitting him.

I really felt sorry for him.
I stood up from my bed and walked over to my window. I stood in front of it staring directly into him room.

Again he was on the floor. Sobbing and rocking himself to try and calm down.

I just stood there and stared at him. Tears streaming down my own face. I cried for his pain. The pain he felt every night.

I wipe away my tears as he stood up. After he gets up and wipes his tears he walks over to the window.

My heart instantly beats like that of a rabbit who's been running.
He stands in front of his window, looking at me.

A smile makes place on his face. Every time, after his nightly ritual he would smile when he sees me. This was our ting. Him smiling when seeing me was our thing.

He lifts his hand up waves for me. I wave back, just a little because I'm a little shy.

He looks at me one more time before going away. He locks his doors and shuts the light off.

I just wait there. I wait for him.
He goes through the window and after a few times finally makes his Jump over the fence. It wasn't that high but he was just fifteen years. But even for his age he was still long. He was longer than me.

"Hey…" he breaths out as he stood outside my window. I take a step back and he climbs through the window coming into my room.
I walk over to my door to see if it's lock.

"How are you ?" he asked as he makes himself fall onto my bed.
I turn around walk up to him sitting down beside him. He stares at the ceiling.

His bruises were a sore sight for my eyes. I can't stand it.

"Stop" I whispered.
"Stop what ?" he asked still looking at the ceiling.

I look at him. Didn't he know?
"Stop acting like it doesn't hurt" I tell him.
He rolls over to me putting his head in my lap.

I felt a little uncomfortable.
"It just doesn't hurt anymore" He mutters into my stomach. He pressed his face there. I held my breath in. I squeezed my stomach in.

"That's why you keep screaming?" I ask rolling my eyes.
"How was your day? How are you feeling ?" he asked. I groan a little. He wasn't going to talk about himself. He was going to ask me about myself. If I had eaten or if I was okay.

"I'm not okay" I said. He chuckled into my stomach. I giggle a little at the way it tickled.

"It's about you now" He talked into my stomach.
I fall back onto my bed hitting my head a little against the head board.

I look up at the ceiling.
"My day was awesome. I wrote a poem about you " I said. He nods.
He wraps his arm around my stomach tighter.

"My teacher said it was beautiful. Everyone thought it was, even Kimberly did. And she's always so mean. I hate her so much. " I continue to talk.

"Do you want to hear it ?" I ask. He doesn't say anything.

"Azazel?"  I nudge his head.
"Zay?" I call out again but he doesn't answer.

I listened to his breathing and felt his movements.
He was sleeping. And I didn't mind it. Here with me I could keep him safe. Kinda.

He could sleep peacefully here. With me to protect him from that Witch and Ogre

I stroked his soft blond hair. It took me so many times, so much begging before he came over.

I shut my eyes close and push my head on my pillow.

I told him to come over. I begged him to but he didn't listened to me. He just stayed quite looking at me.

And after that I kept asking him and asking him till one night he came into my room. He scared me to death. I thought it was a ghost or monster.

"Can I sleep with you ?"   he had asked that so cute. I couldn't have said no.

He had a nightmare the first time. And a few nights later but after that he didn't.
He grew attached to me. He liked my presence but I still couldn't touch him freely. I had to keep my distance from him. For him it was physical distance but for me it was Emotional distance. But I had to keep it.

I snap out of my thoughts when he pushes his face further into my stomach.
He groans a little, maybe because of the light. I push his head away but he didn't understand that he should let go of me.

"Zay let go" I said pulled at his hair.
"Don't fucking pull my hair" he snaps at me, he moves away from me. I immediately let go as if I had just burned my hand.
I get up from my bed like nothing happened as if he just hadn't snapped at me.

"I'm not going to apologize " he said as I walk to turn off the light. It turn it off and walk to the bed. It was small, But it was huge enough for us. It was the bed we made.

I lay down turning my back against him. I feel him move close to me.
He presses his body against my back. His face against my shoulder.
"I told you not to do that" he whispers.

"I'm sorry " I said. He wraps a arm around me.

"Atleast you are " he whispers as I close my eyes.

I try and savor the feeling of his arms around me. The feeling of his warmth.

Because I know that in the morning he won't be here when I open my eyes.

This is the first chapter of THE BAD BOY'S SCREAMS.

TBBS ; The Bad Boy His Screams.