Run to You

5

Why is Scott so upset all of a sudden? One second, he's happy and laughing with me, and the next, he's on the verge of tears. Right after he gets a text from someone. My heart sinks. He always dodges questions about what he did while I was gone. What if he got into an abusive relationship too? Looking at Scott, you would think that he would beat the shit out of anyone who hurt him, but he's really so gentle and sensitive.

With a sigh, I walk into Scott's room. The sight of him, laying there on his bed with tears streaming down his face... it's heartbreaking.

"Scott, Sweetheart. It's okay. Nobody's going to hurt you." I sit down, holding him against me. He just keeps crying, his tears leaving little wet spots on my shirt. "I know it's a lot. I know what you're going through-"

"No you don't," he whispers. "Our situations are completely different." Maybe he's not having problems with an abusive ex. "I just... I thought you cared. But you don't." His words are barely audible, and I'm not even sure if I was supposed to hear them. I stroke his cheek.

"What are you talking about, Beautiful? Of course I care. I care so, so much about you. I know it's a lot, being back in the same house after everything that happened. But I want you to know that no matter what, I love you. No matter where I am, I'll be thinking about you. I couldn't stop thinking about you for the year that we didn't talk." I kiss his forehead. "I don't plan on leaving you again, Sweetheart. What happened that made you so upset?" He looks up at me, his lip quivering.

"Please don't be mad at me." I gently stroke his cheek.

"I won't be mad at you, I promise." He takes a deep breath.

"I sort of texted Travis." I freeze. He what? How did he even get Travis's number? "I got his number from your phone," he adds, as if he can read my mind. "I told him to leave you alone. And he... he said that you lied to me. That it was your choice to leave me. And... for a minute I believed him." His words hurt me. Does he really think I'm that untrustworthy that he would believe my abusive ex over me?

"Oh, Scotty, you shouldn't have talked to him. He's my problem, not yours. Of course I didn't choose to leave you." I let out a sigh. "Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, and leaving you was the worst." He studies my face for a minute before swiping his thumb across my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't even realize was there. His eyes burn into mine before flickering down to my lips, then back up to my eyes. Before I can process what's happening, he pulls me close ever so gently.

When our lips meet, the world stops. It takes me a few moments to kiss him back, but I do eventually. Our lips fit together perfectly. It's like they were made for each other. The way his hand cups my cheek while the other is pressing into the small of my back makes me feel beautiful. Like somebody actually wants me for once.

I let my fingers brush through his soft blond hair. He's so perfect. And he's still crying. I can feel his tears against my face.

"Don't cry, Sweetheart," I whisper against his lips. "You're perfect." He just keeps kissing me like he'll die without me. I've craved him for so long, thought about kissing his soft lips, but this... this is unimaginably better than what I pictured.

Eventually, he pulls away, staring at me for a few moment before looking down.

"Sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." His blue eyes return to my face, filled with hope. "Don't worry so much." The corners of his lips turn up in a slight smile. I lean in and kiss his cheek before getting up to walk out of the room.

I go straight to the bathroom, a big grin locked on my face as I strip and step into the shower, closing my eyes as the hot water hits my skin, relaxing my muscles almost instantly. The memory of Scott's lips against mine is fresh in my mind. It felt so... right. I never thought this would happen. I always wanted it to, but I never thought he would want me.