Love Does Not Have a Color (BWWM)

Chapter 18

 

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CHAPTER 18

I did not speak.  I did not move.  I did not listen to anything that was happening around me.  I was petrified, literally.  After leaving Jacob’s house and running for about a mile I realized which way was the way home.  It took me a while, but I was so determined to get far away from that house that I made it, soaked, pale, and breathless.  I was able to get into my house and up the stairs without anyone detecting me.  I changed out of my wet clothes and crawled into my bed.  Throughout the rest of the day and night I did not do anything but stare at my phone.  Hoping for a sign?  I don’t know, but that is all I did.  I never even answered my mother’s questions about why I did not pick up my phone, but she did not fuss about it after she realized I was home and in bed.  

 

In fact, I stayed like that all weekend.  Was this what it was like to be in shock?  Jacob’s screams and the evil eyes of his father haunted me for the rest of the weekend.  Maybe I have been staring at my phone in hopes that he would call me.  Tell me that he was okay.  Tell me that he was still...no!  I can’t think the worst.  My thoughts were then interrupted by my alarm ringing, telling me to get up for school.  Feeling very weak and worried I found the strength to get up and go to the bathroom.  The one downfall about my house is that there is only one bathroom, and it is downstairs on the first floor of the house by my parent room.  The struggle was real trying to walk down the stairs and to the bathroom.  After getting myself together in the bathroom, I exited it only for my mom to stop me.

 

“Are you okay?” she asked.

 

“Yeah” I lied.

 

She stared at me a little longer than what I liked.

 

“What?” I asked her.

 

“You have company.” she said to me.

 

“What?” I asked confused.

 

She nodded her head towards the stairs.

 

“He’s in your room.  But you better not change in front of him.” she said.

 

Who’s he?  I told my body to slow down but I could not help myself from sprinting up the stairs and running into my room.  I looked around my room but there was no sign of him.  Where was he?  I knew he was here, I could feel him.  I looked all over the room and nothing.  I started to go back into the hallway and head down the stairs when I heard something.  Instead of turning left into my room I turned right into our extra bedroom.  It used to be my brother’s but he moved out a long time ago.  I entered the room and there he was.  He had his back towards me but I knew it was him.  His broad shoulders and back muscles were shown beautifully through his tight, black shirt.