Lovers

Part 3(2/2)

I woke up to the smell of bacon.

Mmmmmm

My stomach grumbled at the smell.

I know where I am. I also know the curly haired amber eyed boys name. Jayson.

His name gives me chills, and I've just learned it.

I decided thinking to myself is enough, and walk downstairs to meet the young savior.

I walk into the same kitchen from the night before but this time it's cleaner and white. Really white.

"Good morning, beautiful."

I'm melting.

"Um, it's Alei, but people shorten it to pronounce easier."

Of course I had to ruin the sexy mood.

"My bad. How was your sleep?" He questions me softly. A little too soft. Like he was trying not to break a fragile piece of glass. I hated pity.

"It was fine." I say flatly.

"Are you alright? Sorry if I hit a spot ma."

"Sorry, I just hate pity. It's also Alei, not ma."

"Okay." He chuckles.

After he finished flipping the bacon and the rest of the food, he made me a plate.

You pig

It could be poison

Don't eat it you fattie

...

Fuck it.

It felt so good to have food in my system. I haven't eaten in a few days. It comes with my depression.

"Damn ma you must be hungry!"

I chuckle a little.

"What? I can't enjoy a little breakfast without being called starved?" I raise my brow.

"Ma chill. Eat up."

He stares at me while I eat the rest of my food.

"Now what?"

"Nothing."

He says flatly.

"Mkay."

I realize that he must've seen how skinny and pale I was yesterday. It's no big deal I'll gain a few pounds after I remind myself to eat more. 

This always happens.

I starve myself for a few days or weeks then I get back on track for a while, then it goes back around.

It's obviously not healthy but I don't care.

"What's your address?" He asks.

"142 Eagle Avenue."

"I washed your clothes. So go put them on and I'll drop you off."

I just nod.

I walk upstairs to do as he says.

You might be wondering why I don't care about what happened yesterday.

Well it's just that it doesn't bother me.

I've been raped a few times and it screwed me up.

I've been to therapy almost all my life for it and other things.

I know how it goes.

I talk it out.

Drink a little.

Cut a lot.

Eventually it'll be erased from my memory. It's just the way I am.

Oh well.

I grab my shoes as a finish dressing. Then I go downstairs and go outside the door  assuming he's waiting.

He is.

Damn.

He's dressed in all black and I honestly don't want to describe how hot he is. Breathtaking.

"Ma."

"Ma?"

"Alei!"

"Hmm what?"

"I know I'm hot but damn you ain't gotta stare like that." He chuckles.

"Hardy har-har." I mock.

"Let's go."

"And it's Alei, not ma."

We get on a black motorcycle, and I get a rush of anxiety.

He gives me his helmet and starts the engine.

And we're off.