Am I Going Crazy

(11) Abandon

❦Corey

"Shawn please," I pleaded, placing a hand on his desk, "I truly think it would help Jonathan's condition."

"Corey, I realize that. But it's not safe. Have you seen what he does while he sleeps? Multiple nurses have to hold him down just to sedate him. He may act quiet and "vulnerable", Mr. Crahan used air quotes, "but he's dangerous when he has his reaccuring dreams."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Shawn I'm serious. I know how to defend myself. I'm like, twice the size as him. And I can use the walkie-talkie."

Mr. Crahan didn't say anything in response.

"It's been four months now. When have I ever let you down?" I questioned, my frustration growing, "Do you know how much progress we'll make if I observe him for a couple of nights?"

After a few moments of silence, Mr. Crahan sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes as he did so.

"Corey..." I already felt my anger growing again. He was going to reject this...even after everything I've said. That fucking piece of-

"I'm giving you two weeks."

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"So... you're gonna watch me sleep?" Jonathan asked uneasily while I brushed the locks from his face.

"It'll only be for a while Jonny, don't stress."

Jon leaned into my touch slightly, and exhaled. "I don't wanna freak you out though. Some of the shit I do while I sleep it's...it's practically unnatural man."

"Don't worry about it Jonny. This'll help your situation big time."

I heard him sigh. "Corey...you know I have no where to go if I get out."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, you think I'm gonna just abandon you after you get out of here?"

Jonathan gave me one of those looks. The one that screams "you're a freakin' retard," and I withdrew my hand from his air.

"Are you that oblivious?" I asked teasingly, and he blushed.

"Shut up..."

I couldn't hold back my grin as he hid under my A.D.I.D.A.S. jacket. But my grin soon faded. Because realization hit me like a bunch of bricks.

Jonathan thinks I'm going to leave him once he's cured.

"Do you really think that?" I asked softly, and Jonathan looked up at me in confusion.

"Think what?"

"That I'm going to leave you?"

I watched Jon fiddle with his fingers before replying. "Well yeah. Isn't that what therapists are supposed to do? You help me, and then send me on my merry way."

I sighed, a little hurt by Jon's words. Even after kissing him, he's still convinced that I'm going to leave him in the end.

Some more strands of hair fell in front of his face, and I pushed them out of the way. "I'm not going to leave you Jonny."

His lower lips quivered. "B-but you have to..." he whispered, "I know you think that I'll leave Holly Hills, but it's not likely. You'll have to leave me eventually..."

My heart crumpled at the sight of Jonathan's teary eyes and shaking figure, before enveloping him in a tight hug.

"I'm not leaving you." I said again as sobs racked Jon's body.

"I'm gonna die here..."

"I'm not leaving you."

"I'm almost eighteen and I don't have a car or any money."

"I'm not leaving you."

"They'll probably move me to another facility."

"I'm not leaving you."

I repeated those words over and over, hoping desperately that Jonathan would understand.

"Kiss me Corey." Jonathan whispered, his tears.

Before I could do so, his heart-shaped lips were already pressed against mine in that instant, and I returned the embrace, letting my tongue run along his bottom lip as he clutched the front of my shirt. I loved it when he did that. The innocence to the gesture was extremely sexy to me, and I couldn't get enough of it.

"D-don't leave me here."

And there it was. All this time, he had told me how I'd leave him eventually. And how I should stop trying. But he had never begged me to stay until this very moment.

"I won't." I said with one-hundred percent certainty, before pressing my lips backs against his.