Love Spell

Chapter 14

Marco's pov

I felt Kyle flinch at my words, but I didn't say anything. It was true, we weren't dating. Just because he was in love with me and I liked him a little ( A lot) doesn't mean we're dating. I know he will stop caring about me a soon as we fix this mess. I realized that I didn't want to fix it. He's so kind and sweet like this, he makes me feel like the most precious thing in the world. I am falling hard for this side of him. Is he like this with everyone he likes or is it just this damned curse!? I don't even know at this point! Even though I don't want this to end I understand that he deserves freedom. Just the thought made me want to cry. I felt a pair of finders grip my chin and tilt it up wards. I look up to see Kyle. He wipes my tears that apparently escaped my eyes. "Please don't cry Marco. Whatever your sad about I'm sure it can be fixed, and I'll do everything I can to help. I know you don't believe me when I say this but I'll do everything in my power to make you happy." He said leaning in. I felt like I was in a trance and couldn't move. Would he kiss me? The very thought calmed me, and pushed me to stay in my frozen state. I heard aloud honk that somehow reminded me that this was all fake.

"Yeah we'll take the ride." I said getting in the front seat. I looked out my window to see Kyle standing there a little sad expression on his face before snapping out of it and smiling at me. "Get in the back, ya big doof." I teased with a fake smile. He laughed a little before opening the door and gasping. "I-I-I..." I looked in the back to see the little girl smirking at a terrified looking kyle. "I- actually I should walk home." He said quickly before slamming the car and running away. "Kyle!" I called completely forgetting about Lexi and leaving the car behind. I chased the handsome tan boy down the street. The weather was gloomy and I could feel the storm bound to start up soon, WIth that in mind I quicken my pace. "Kyle! Come back, Please!"

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to me just as it started raining. He began walking back to me at a slow speed. I walked towards him and pulled him into a hug as soon as I reached him. His scarf had come unraveled. "You have to apologize to her." I said sternly. "But she-!" I cut off his protests with a soft growl. "Kyle Tenor! You will apologize to that poor girl! You took something special from her, something she could never get back so you will apologize and mean every word of it!" I yelled! The large figure in my arms began to shake and whimper. "Yes, master! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I promise I'll go apologize right away. Please don't be mad at me!" He pleaded. I pulled away and looked at his red eyes. "I'm not mad don't worry. I just want you to understand that her only guardian might be dead because of you and I'm not okay with that." He nodded his head. I grabbed his hand now smiling and kissed his cheek. I admired his blush until I reached his neck and saw something strange. The caller was glowing softly.

"I'm not only sorry to the little girl or you. You have opened my eyes to how much of dick I've been to everyone. I had a rough life as a child. My dad beat me relentlessly, told me how weak I was and how much he hated weak things. He burned me and whipped me and kicked me in the stomach until I couldn't stand for weaks. He made me do everything around the house and if I'd fail he'd beat me yet again for being weak. I resented him at first. I wanted to teach him everything he had taught me about pain. Shortly after I turned 12 I realized he was telling the truth. I was weak and pathetic and I wasn't worth the time he spent beating me. I started to do better after that hoping to prove myself to him, but nothing worked. The beating only got worse, Finally I had had enough. I blew up at him when I was 15. I kicked the shit out of him actually. Instead of getting mad he actually smiled. He told me how proud he was of me. When he had healed he took my outside and we did things normal fathers do with there sons. He died shortly after that. I only learned after he had died that it was illegal to abuse children. I didn't care though really. He had taught me to be tough. In an effort to make him proud I began to despise weak things. I became a dick, like he was to me. Last night though he came to me in a dream and told me lots of things. That he was sorry and that I could love whoever I want, and that he hates who I've become. And I don't know why I'm telling you this but I think-" He was now sobbing hysterically, and the collar was so bright I had difficulty not going blind. "I think it's because I LOVE YOU!!!" There was a brilliant flash of light and then it was gone and I could see his face again. The collar was broken now, just barely hanging off his neck. I was in complete shock. It was so much knowledge to take in. "Marco..." I heard his voice which was weak. I looked to see him falling like when we first got into this mess. He fell into my arms and I felt a wave of pure despair flow over me.

"I think I love you too..." I fell to my knees with him in my arms, and I felt my tears mix with the rain as it drenched our clothes. Kyle Tenor is back. He'll go back to bullying me and he'll completely forget about how I feel. Or maybe he'll remember and use it against me. That's not even the worst part. The worst part is that I've fallen in love with someone who doesn't really love me back. I feel like my own emotions betrayed me. I heard the gravel crunch beneath the rubber tires of my friends red car, but didn't move from my spot on the ground hugging the body of Kyle tenor. A guy whos strong on the outside but gentle and kind on the inside. "Is he okay?" I heard the concerned voice of Lexi. "The spell broke..." I mumbled but she must of heard me anyways. "That's great!" She cheered, and she was right. I should be happy for him. If I wasn't such a selfish jerk that's what I would be. I need to toughen up, and be there for him.

I picked him up hoping she couldn't tell I was crying with the rain covering my face. When I got into the car I sat the large boy in my lap. "Please take us to the Tenor residence, so I can take him home and then I should head home." I felt hollow inside. How the hell do you even fall for someone in what? 48 hours? When we arrived at the house I walked up to the door with him in my arms and struggled to ring the doorbell. When I did a maid was at the door immediately. I handed him to her. "He's out cold, when he sat down in the car for a ride with us he was out like a light." I told her the believable excuse. She nodded before handing Kyle to a butler who would take him to his room I assumed. "Would you like to come in? I'm sure he'd love to have a friend over when he wakes." I bit my tongue silencing the sarcastic remark before it left my mouth. "Thank you very much for the offer, but I don't think he'd appreciate me being anywhere near him ma'am." I declined, before turning and walking back to the car.

When got home I didn't even greet my mom which, if i'm honest, I felt super guilty for. I just want to my room and lied in bed remembering how he saved me from his idiotic friends.