High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 6

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"Oh darling, you are so very broken and no one cares to notice."

-Unknown

God, my thigh was fucking killing me. I bit my lip to contain my whimpers. I really didn't want to get yelled at by the boy again. Not that I was afraid of him.

The claps of thunder freaked me out everytime we heard it.

In a flash, we were at the boy's house, if you could call it that. It reminded me more of a run-down shack, but whatever. I needed a place to stay, and my home was defiently not an option.

He opened the front door, and I half-expected for him to let the door slam in in my face. But to my surprise, he held the door open, letting me go first. His eyes still held this cold glare that was directed soley at me, but his kind - if he had any type of kindness in him - gesture made me smile slightly.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief to the change of temperture inside. Outside was a freezing hell, but in here, the air felt warm and oddly comforting.

I turned to the boy, raising my eyebrow. "Where am I sleeping?"

I wasn't the least bit surprised when he said the floor. I sighed, hoping that I'd get a decent sleeping arangement, but what do you expect from a boy who nearly kicks you in the stomach for fucking being in pain?

Settling down on the hardwood floor, I laid my injured thigh carefully in front of me. Laying back, I put my hands behind my hand and closed my eyes.

As I began to doze off, I felt something warm and thick cover my upper body, and something soft placed under my head.

And maybe it was all in my head, but I swore someone had whispered "I never meant to hurt you" into my ear.

Author's Note: Aww holy cadoodles! Rowen you're not slick! Hahaha ;)