The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 55 - Convincing

I brushed my teeth over the marble sink feeling cautious, knowing that this sink has probably cost more than everything I own. I decided not to wake Miles. He looked so peaceful when I woke up. His arm trailing over my head on the pillow. His breathing was light and the way he moved his lips in his sleep as if he was having a conversation with himself. All of these things I adore about him and make me want him more. 

Last night I conquered a few things on my bucket list. It wasn't actually on my bucket list but after it happened I think it deserved to be. I smiled remembering Miles touch.

I quietly snuck back into the guest bedroom to my temporary closet where I got a pair of my leggings I brought over out. I slid them up my legs and grabbed a dark blue jumper with the words champion written on it. 

My goal for today is to hopefully persuade my Mother to let me go to Aspen for Christmas. That would mean the world to me. I need to get out of town for a while, I need to try my best to escape all of these memories for a while.

Memories of my father. 

Those memories will kill me if I'm not careful. 

At the moment, Miles is my anchor. He is the thing keeping my head above water. I need him in my life badly and this trip is going to do just that. The feeling I get when I am around him, the magnetic pull that I want to bound me tightly and pull me closer to him. 

I gently shut the door to the guest room making sure that I was as quiet as a mouse. It is six in the morning so I don't want to disturb the household. Everyone needs their sleep. 

"Hi." I heard a voice from my right which startled me. I looked down at the short figure with the messy hair and smiled. 

"Angus. I smiled walking over to him. His face was pale. It wasn't his usual bright red colour, he didn't look like his sparky ten-year-old self who runs around and plays with toy cars. He looked like an aged boy who was being dug inside out. His ghostly figure lurked at the top of the stairs, his arms dangling beside his body like he had no energy. That's not right, at his age he should have gallons of energy. 

"Talk to me," I whispered sitting at the top step signalling for him to sit next to me. 

He slowly moved closer to me and sat down. I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer so his head was leaning on my shoulder. 

"I don't know." He sighed, bringing his hand up to his face and rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. Every bit of his movements was slow. 

"What don't you know?" I asked, stroking his small arm. 

"I don't know." He repeated.

"You don't know what you don't know?" I smiled fondly down at him. 

He sniffled and looked up at me. His eyes were sparkling as water filled them. "I want Dad back." He started blinking rapidly as he tried to stop the tears from tumbling out. 

Just seeing his emotions made me start to well up. The next thing I knew was we were both crying on the top of the stairs in each other's arms. We were both letting all of our emotion's out. 

"I know it wasn't right before when you left but then I thought we would always end up by being a happy family again and that was just a glitch." He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his finger's were shaking with emotion. 

"I know Angy, I know." 

"I don't know what to do without Dad there. Who's gonna teach me man stuff, what about our baby brother or sister?" He looked back up at me with his little face.