I'm Yours, Klaus (Book 1)

CH. 35

THIRTY FIVE:

Friday, September 2nd
12:45 PM

"Klaus?" I called, standing in the open arched doorway to his art room. He was sitting on the floor in front of a canvas sitting up against the mantle of a fireplace we never use. Klaus didn't stop painting black strokes on the canvas. There was no image being made, just mindless painting. He didn't even turn around to acknowledge me.

Slowly I walked into the room, towards him. "Hey, baby," I greeted, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as I got down on my knees, right behind him.

"Hi," he mumbled back. I wrapped both my arms around his shoulders from behind then rested my chin on top. "How was school?"

"It was fine," I said and he didn't say anything so I kept talking, "You were sleeping when I left and wouldn't budge to kiss me goodbye," I chuckled.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. You needed your rest... Hey, what are you painting?"

"Nothing," he answered. "Can you please just go? I... I want to be alone right now."

I frowned but didn't comment. I placed a kiss on his cheek and dropped my arms from around him. Then I placed another tender kiss on his skin peeking out from his shirt, between his collarbone and shoulder area. "Okay," I whispered. "I'm going. But... Klaus... You know what, I'm talking too much. I love you. Maybe join me for dinner? I'll cook."

"I don't need food."

"I know, but—"

"Please go."

"Okay," I repeated, rushing to my feet and leaving the room in a haste. I sighed the moment I was pass the threshold to the hallway. He was hurting right now. He was grieving the loss of Hope.

After we got home last night he went straight to bed. Didn't hold me when I joined him. Didn't want me to touch him. And then when he was finally asleep, he tossed and turned all night long. He kept me up majority of the night. And it pained me to see him that upset, especially as he was calling for Hope in his sleep. Voice pained and desperate.

He needed time and space. I had never seen him like this. Never seen him deal with pain as terrible as this. Emotional hurting. It wasn't a surprise that he closed off from me. Right now he was fighting his inner demons. And clearly he wanted to do that all alone.

I headed to the bedroom, kicking off my shoes. I sat on the bed, pulling my books from my book bag. I had homework to do. Books to read and questions to answer. I didn't want to, but at least it was a good distraction from everything going on in this house.

This morning when I was leaving for school, Elijah was up. He had made Hayley a big breakfast but he said she refused to eat. He offered it to me as we made small talk and I told him how Klaus tossed all night. He said Hayley sobbed until sunrise. The two parents were heartbroken and the two of us had no idea how to comfort them. Hayley kicked Elijah out her room after refusing the breakfast, I assume much as Klaus just dismissed me from the art room.

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Sunday: September 4, 2011

Dear diary,

Friday after school I did my homework. I ate dinner alone, took a bath alone, even slept alone. Klaus didn't come to bed. I waited up until three in the morning before passing out from exhaustion.

Yesterday when I woke up he was in his art room still. Standing and painting at his easel. I think there was actual progress. For his painting talents at least. I called out a good morning to him and got no response. I didn't want to impose and come into the room, just knowing he didn't want me to.