Blurry Face [Completed]

Chapter 7 - Trust

I open my eyes, exhaustion hitting me the second I gained my senses back. My eyes focusing, I move my eyes around, trying to make out where I am. Everything spins as I sit up. The blur focuses and I realize I lay on my hallway floor, at the entrance of my open bedroom. My head pounds with pain, sleepiness tugging at my brain. I stand up and collapse onto the wall, my senses still horrible. I hold myself up against the wall as I rub my temples, trying to calm the constant pounding. I felt tingles in my arm, like dozens of ants crawled upon it. I looked at my left arm, brown stains on the sleeve but nothing fresh. Looking up at the time, I see Kacey propped in a sitting position against the wall on the bed. She smiles weakly at me, her eyes dull. My face is still, not able to react. I simply try sending a smile back but can't, the corner of my lips instead staying in place and my eyes drooping. I carefully make my way onto the bed, taking it slow. Passing the alarm clock, it shows a bright 7:50 AM, alarm turned off. I knocked out for over 2 HOURS. My head continues pounding as I sit on the edge of the pink velvet sheets. I sigh, knowing we definitely are going to have a conversation on what happened, but not just about Kacey now. I look at Kacey with a forced smile, trying to keep a straight posture.

"Do you want to tell me why you were crying before school? You never cry and even less so much to make your eyes that puffy." I start, knowing if I didn't, she would.

"I'll tell you but promise me to keep it a secret." She whispered, her eyes vacant from their usual bubbly look.

"You know I will, I don't even have anyone to tell it to if I wanted to do so." I state plainly, gazing straight into her eyes.

"Well I should start off with saying I'm . . . Bisexual." She says flatly.

I look at her expectantly, signaling to continue. Her shoulders relax at my indifference of her confession.

"My parents found out and they . . . Kicked me out. I was planning to try to just hand around campus the most and then head towards work and sleep there in the storage room or something but . . . I . . . I don't know anymore." She begins tearing up again, all hope lost in herself as she shivers from the cold.

I place the blanket higher to cover her forearms, holding her ankle over the blanket. How do you comfort that? You can't let her stay or there is a good chance she will find out of one of your secrets. What if they hunt you down to get to her again? It'll be your fault if she's killed. Not that you care anyway, you kill whoever might get in your way, it's your job. Will you drag her into your mess? Are you going to leave your only friend miserable? I shut my eyes, pulling Kacey into a hug. I feel her small warm frame in mine, trying to stop her from crying. I knew it was over the top for her parents to disown her, but her parents were very religious . . . I personally didn't have a belief, my job had taken any sense of morals between life and death from me anyway, not caring much if I were to die. I let Kacey go, her tears coming to an end. Fuck it, I can't leave my only trusted friend in the streets. She was definitely one of the younger girls in our grade after all, being 15 and a junior. She wouldn't turn 16 until the 20th of June. I on the other hand was already 16, turning 17 on the 14th of February.

"Just stay with me then." I told her.

Glancing up at me, her eyes darted to a corner before coming back to me. She smiled gently as she looked down. Her brown eyes met mine and with great hesitation she agreed. Leaving me slightly puzzled on why the hesitation, she stared at my face with slightly wider eyes. My eyebrows synced as the scrunched up from my confusion.

"Is their something on my face?" I question.

Her eyes snap back to me and no longer hold surprise rather than deep thought.

"Well, your scars, did you always have them? They seem almost like . . ." She stops herself from continuing.

Then she has realization in her eyes. What's going on? The fuck is she thinking that she just figured out? She's never seen my facial scars before, maybe she realized how badly I've gotten hurt before . . . Yes that's probably why . . .

"Oh my scars? I used to dirt bike and I got into an accident, so that's why I have my scars. I usually cover them up because I think they look ugly." I lie off the top of my head.

Her face turns blank as she nods. " Alright... Ill stay with you. If I can, please, I have nowhere else to go." She says a little more pleading than before.

She definitely sounded better than before I realized. The soup must have really helped her. I smile at her blandly as we trade looks, now hers holding hints of worry. Her brown eyes flicker to my left arm wrapped to the palms in new bandages.

"Now will you tell me what really happened to your arm?" She asked, raising her voice at the end.

"Only if you keep this a secret too, Miss Social Butterfly." I state sarcastically, eyes drooping from exhaustion.

" I will, pinky promise." She says sticking out her pinky towards me.

I roll my eyes as I shake her pinky with mine, knowing she probably doesn't even know why its called a pinky promise. They would cut off the pinky of the person who didn't keep their promise as a punishment. I shake my head, concentrating on how to word what I'm about to say. I decide on just trying to show her, hoping she doesn't ask to much on the why. I pull up my sleeve and undo the bandages, removing them from the palm up. Slowly unraveling the tanned skin hiding underneath, rust tinted smudges of blood and ruby scars are unveiled a couple at a time until my whole forearm is exposed. Some cuts were glossy from the ointment, now closing on a sickly paled color of skin. I nervously glance up at her, watching her ever change in expression as it changed from surprise, to unreadable, to a sad look. I flinched as she grazed my scars lightly with the tips of her warm fingers, leaving trails of tingles on my skin. She took the bandage from me and to her best ability, wrapped it back up.

"Don't do that, distract yourself. You fainted from this didn't you. Hurting yourself will end up doing more than just getting you to faint. Go eat." She said sternly.

I nodded vaguely, grabbing the empty bowl of soup on the bedside and water glass. Balancing the used water bowl on top, I dump the dishes into the kitchen sink, rinsing all of them out and refilling everything with its objective item. Placing carefully the glass cup on the bedside table and the bowl of water, I sit next to Kacey on the soft bed. I eat slowly, feeling sleepy as hell from the blood loss.

"You can sleep now, Ill join later when I'm done you know." I state, embarrassed of being watched while eating.

"Fine, but that bowl better be empty on the bedside table when I wake up. By the way, since we missed class, I asked Jackson to borrow his notes to copy for any classes we missed and assignments too." She laid down, putting the cloth over her face again and laid down to sleep.

I finished the soup eventually, placing the bowl next to the glass of water and other bowl. Looking through my drawers of clothing, I pick out a black long sleeve, Nike sports pants, matching Nike sweater, and a set of pink Adidas sports undergarments, placing them on top of the drawer. I pick out some unused clothing for Kacey, knowing she carried only what she had in her backpack, preparing our clothes for tomorrow right now that I could. A teal long sleeve, a pair of jeans, some new XOXO black undergarments, and a purple wind breaker. I set those aside ontop of the drawer, bringing a fresh set of blue pijamas to take a quick cold shower. Brushing my teeth, I splash my face with the cold water and head to my closet on the right corner of the room. Pulling out a black felt blanket, I replace the dirty one with the new, tossing the dirty one into the laundry basket. I had a shit load of dirty laundry now, I'd have to do the laundry soon. Making sure Kacey was completely covered, I snuck in bed next to her, looking out the window, watching leaves fall from the multicolored tree outside until I fell asleep for a long ass nap.