†Reach For Stars †

Chapter 4

"Why won't you talk to me?" He asked. "I am talking to you," I laid down on my bed. "What happened last week with Reggie?" He asked. "Nothing," I shrugged. "Dude, your shirt was on backwards, something happened," he said. "I don't wanna talk about it," I sighed. "Did he touch you?" He asked. I didn't respond covering my body with a blanket. "Is that why you freak out every time I touch you?" He laid next to me. "Baby," he gently set his hands on my cheeks. "Look at me," he said softly. I looked at him. "Everything's Fine," I rubbed my eyes. He looked at my wrist grabbing it. "Are you cutting again?" He asked referring to the deep cuts on my wrist. "No," I shook my head rolling over. "Ki," He said. "Dill," I rolled my eyes. "Stop it," he said referring to the cutting. "Don't tell me what to do," I rolled my eyes. "Baby," He said. "Aren't we just going to get this over with?" I took my shirt off. "Ki," He looked at me. "What?" I asked. "You know what," he said. "I don't," I shook my head taking his shirt off. "We're not doing anything until you tell me what's going on," he folded his arms. "Well, then, we won't do anything," I shrugged. "You can't last," he shook his head. "Well, I have reggie," I flinched when I said his name. "What?" He asked.
I started to softly cry. "What did reggie do to you Ki?" He asked. "He-" my mom cane through my bedroom door. "Mehki," She slurred. "What?" I asked. "Someone's at the door for you," she said walking away. "I'll be right back," I wiped my tears putting his shirt on. "Hey that's my shirt," he laughed. "Well, it's more comfortable," I gently pecked his lips walking downstairs.
"Who is it?" I asked before opening the door as nobody responded. I opened the door. "Hey," reggie said walking in. "How the fuck did you get my address?" I looked at him. "I asked around," he smiled kissing me. "No," I shook my head. "Yes," he gripped my hips. "I said no!" I pushed him away. "Stop it," he slapped me. "Hey woah woah what's going on here," Dillon walked downstairs. "Your little boyfriend and I were about to-" he stopped as my dad walked through the floor. "Mehki Montoya Smith what the fuck is going on here?" He asked. "Some friends came over," I gulped. "Did you ask anybody or did you just take it upon yourself and let them in?" He asked. "I asked mom," I sighed. "Your mother is a freeloading drunk she has no authority in this house," he slapped me. "Dad, not when my friends are here," I shook my head. "Does it look like I care who's here?" He asked. "Dad please just, wait?" I sighed. He gripped my hair. "Oh so now your in charge?" He pulled me to the ground. "Stop," I cried. I heard the door open and shut knowing they left.
I sat in the shower scrubbing the cuts and bruises with an inch of my life. I got out of the shower as I instantly heard a knock on my window. I raised my eyebrow opening it. "Baby are you okay?" Dillon asked climbing through the window. "I'm fine, what are you doing here?" I asked. "I waited for you outside," he said setting his hands on my cheeks. "God I'm so sorry I left," he shook his head. "It's okay, I understand," I smiled. "I shouldn't have left," he sighed. "It's okay Dilly," I pecked his cheek. "Are you going home?" I asked laying in my bed. "No, I'm staying," he said. "What, why?" I asked. "I promised I wouldn't let you get hurt and you got hurt," he sighed. "He does it every night, I'm used to it, everything's okay," I grabbed his hands pulling him onto the bed. "It's not," he sighed. "Yes it is," I gently kissed him. "Fine," he sighed laying down.
(Dillons POV)
I woke up to an alarm going off at 5 in the morning. "What the fuck?" I groaned turning it off. I looked at the boy sleeping next to me, who could light up a room with his smile. This room needed enlightenment, it was dark. "Good morning," he yawned sitting up. I pulled him back down snuggling into him. He hesitated for a second but shortly after he relaxed into the embrace. "I have to get up and make Nekeo breakfast," he sighed. "At 5?" I asked. "She gets up early," he lied. "No she doesn't, that kid sleeps like a rock, what aren't you telling me?" I asked gently rubbing my hand against his chin. "Nothing," he sighed getting up. "It's something," I followed him. "No it's not," he walked into the bathroom turning the shower on walking back into his room. "Ki," I grabbed his arm. "Dill, it's nothing, do you want to shower?" He asked changing the subject. "What aren't you telling me?" I asked getting undressed. "You can come," he shrugged. "Where?" I asked following him back into the bathroom.
"A secret," he said getting in the shower. "Ki," I said getting in. "I can't just tell you," he smiled. "You have a mouth, it works, use it," I glared at him. "My mouth does work, I just don't wanna use it," he seemed cheerful, even after what happened yesterday. "Why can't you tell-" he cut me off. "Because I said so," he said defensively. "Fine," I sighed resting my head on his shoulder. "Is it fun?" I asked. "I guess?" He laughed. "Is it far?" I asked tracing a heart repeatedly on his side. "No, were walking," I could tell he was smiling. "Ew, walking," I sighed.
I slipped my clothes back on. "I wish I had clothes you could fit in," he sighed rolling his long sleeve up. "It's okay, I'm used to wearing the same clothes over again," I pecked his cheek. "How are we getting out without your dad finding out?" I asked. "Window," He said grabbing his phone. "Cmon were gonna be late," he grabbed my hand pulling me to the window. "Ki, could you tell me what's going on now?" I asked. "No," he shook his head opening his window climbing out.