Pain and Love Comes in Many Forms

Chapter Forty One

I held my phone in my hands, seeing the screen roar back to life.

Dan was laying on the couch, humming to himself and I sat at the counter in the kitchen, seeing texts and missed calls appear.

I sighed and looked to see Heather and Jack and everyone freaking out about the situation, and asking if the things I said were true.

I didn't feel it in my heart to respond.

"You look down over there. Want to vent to your devious brother?"

"For the love of god, shut up."

I could actually feel Dan's emotions without seeing his face. He's trying, with emotions that were new to him. It hurt me, because this man ruined my life.

Yet, I didn't feel disgusted. I wasn't afraid in these small moments.

"You said you surprisingly feel better when complaining to me."

"It surprises me more and more the longer I'm here."

"Again," he pressed, "Why do blue looking st your phone?"

"People are really surprised by a lot of the things I said, and it seems like no one new how much I was suffering to myself!" I felt water well up in my eyes, "I'm fucking pathetic." I left my phone and fled to the library, to the hidden room where no one could see me.

I should've brought my phone with me, but i just, wanted to get away from all that.

I laid on the bed in the room, taking deep breaths so i wouldn't cry, because once I started, it was hard for me to stop.

Luckily, it only took a few minutes to calm down, and I just closed my eyes, wanting everything to just...

Disappear.

"You forgot this."

I wearily opened my eyes and glanced at Dan, who held my phone in his hands.

"No response?"

"I'm just tired of all this already."

Dan's face showed a slight hint of pain. Maybe the emotions he had now were getting the better of him. "You still hate me. I should've realized."

"Of course I do. My mind is just been a bit fuzzy," I said, looking away from him and up at the ceiling.

I could hear him set down my phone and the sound of footsteps towards me. I didn't put up much resistance when he climbed on top of me, leaving space for me in the cage he created with his arms. His legs were aching in mine, and I could end it all right here, kick him in the dick and run.

Why didn't I?

"Can I try something?"

"I don't have much of a choice here," I said truthfully, hitting him viciously with my bitter words.

Still, he reached a hand up, brushing his thumb over my lips, running fingers along the faded scars I had gotten over the years. His hand brushed my hair aside, and he leaned down, pressing his lips, softly to mine.

I'm the same gentleness Jack used, the same fear of breaking. His kiss sent almost the exact same spark through my body, and I couldn't help but forget the situation.