Let Go of Me(BOTDF fanfic)

Dinner ~Chapter Two~

I didn't know what to say. What was I suppossed to say? I forgot I packed them. I wasn't exactly planning on having a packing buddy, so technically it wasn't my fault, right? But before I could even think of something logical to say, her eyes filled with tears. Astonished, I put my hand on her shoulder and moved in.

"Please, please don't do this."

Still unsure of what to say, I remained silent as Sally took a deep breath and the tears vanished. Wish I could do that. She turned me towards her, and stuffing the bag in her bag, I nearly protested, but thought better of it.

" I don't know what you've been used to, but this, I can't allow. I have only known you for maybe three hours, but, all I can say is I love you. So much it hurts. Please don't do this.

I stared, jaw open wide. No one really loved me, though they said they did. Example; my parents. Even though I had no idea what it felt like, I knew she wasn't just saying it. This woman I met, she loves me. A wierd sensation fired through me and on impulse I hugged her close, and smelled cinnamon mingled with, something. Something beautiful. Inhaling her scent, I backed away, realizing how abrasive I was being. We finished packing in a contented silence. Disturbing our peace, Dahvie flung the door open with a bang, and I flinched. Sally put an arm over my shoulder, recognizing the movement. Dahvie announced Jayy was almost done with dinner, and together we walked down stairs.

When we reached the kitchen, I found three boxes of pizza, a liter of Sprite and a new bottle of vodka. Sally looked over the feast approvingly, but Dahvie looked absolutely sick with disappointment.

"What happened to spaghetti?! I told you something special! We have a -" he gestures behind his hand towards me-"guest."

Tiredly, Jayy stands from his mismatched kitchen chair, and with his head lowered, he points at the stove. It was currently burnt, and sizzling along with smoke curling towards the ceiling where it was trapped. moving madly, Dahvie furiously motioned at the dying fire, overreacting purposly for our entertainment. While I maintained a low chuckle, Sally was having a ball, laughing so hard she forgot to breathe.

"What happened??"

Dahvie asked, his eyes wandering from the charred lump to Jayys eyes. He apparently couldn't have cared less.

"What does it look like? I caught it on fire."

"How irresponsible can you get?!"

Dahvie yelled, though all his faux anger was replaced with a bemused look.

"Atleast I took the time to put it out."

He mumbled, and took a slice of cheese pizza from one of the boxes. Sally wiped a tear that was produced from her cheek, and helped herself to a slice. She and Dahvie seated themselves in chairs adjacent to Jayy, and me? Well I just stood there awkwardly, because there were only three chairs.

Sally realized the problem before any of the boys, kicked both of them under the table. Dahvie was too busy overreacting to do much, so to my utter distress, Jayy pushed out his chair, and patted his lap. His motions made it obvious it meant nothing to him, but I was on edge. Thw whole kitchen became quiet, even Dahvies rants quieted. Glancing at Sally, and seeing her encouraging nod, I pounced into his lap before I could lose my new found confidence. It was as if the silence never happened. Sally became smiley as Dahvie launched into a fit of laughter. Jayy just continued to eat his pizza, but threw me a crooked grin, making me slink into relaxation. It was a nice dinner, even if my spaghetti caught on fire.

After dinner, we didn't do much. Jayy went to bed, probably still recovering from his earlier hangover, and Dahvie did the dishes. I offered to help, but he denyed me with the wave of his hand, telling me I was a guest. Not sure of what to do, I retired to my bedroom. I closed the door silently, trying not to wake Jayy. Sitting on the kitten covered sheets, I stared at the wall, and tears streamed down. Only a couple of hours ago my parents, the only people I have really come to know, had left me, at a strangers home to fend for myself, not even walking me to the door, not even telling me their names for Gods sake! I am completely disgusted with myself. What did I do? What did I do to make them hate me so much?

That question dissolved the dam and I full out cried. I muffled them a bit, I didn't want to wake Jayy, or alert Dahvie or even Sally, who was currently watching NCIS reruns. I had no friends. I had no close relatives. And now I don't even have parents. What was wrong with me? Before I knew it, Dahvie and Jayy would hate me, and then,  I don't know what would become of me. I slipped into pajamas, and lay under my covers though I knew I wouldn't sleep. As I lower myself under the covers, I hear a click as the door opens. I fawn sleep and wait for whoever it was to leave, but I felt the bed sink a little as someone sits on it.

"Come on, I know your not sleeping."

Surprised to hears a guys voice, I sat up and felt grateful I put on a bra to go to bed, even though I rarely do that. Jayy was sitting on the edge of my bed, and his blue contacts were out, exposing his deep dark brown eyes. I liked them more. He waved me over, and I crawled over the kitty bedspread. I felt more than a little exposed in my cami and boxer shorts, but I sure as hell wasn't going to show it.

"I know what happeed with you and your parents. I stole your file from Vista."

My heart sunk. They knew. They knew I was a freak. So much for a new start.

"Your not crazy."

My head snapped back up at this. Not. Crazy? Setting my hopes way too high, I awaited his next sentence.

"I think you need someone. Someone, to, I don't exactly know. Just someone. I've decided, I will be that someone. Only if your alright with it."

He had been staring ahead of him, but with his last sentence, he looked at me. Not through me, at me. I was at a loss for words. So much passion in those few sentences. I thkink I know why he didn't talk so much. It had this effect on people. I nodded feverishly, and he laughed a bit at me. I knew it wasn't taunting laughter. Oh yeah. I am completly seducing him with my awkwardness.XD

"But for now, get some sleep. You need it."

I knew he was referring to the heavy bags under my eyes, and he opened the door and swept out. Sally walked in about 20 seconds afterwards, and she didn't talk, just snuggled in the bed behind me so that we were spooning. It wasn't awkward, just nice. I have never had someone hold me before. her arm wrapped around me, and for once, I felt as iif I really belonged here, in this house, with my real family.