My Gay Roommate

Chapter 7 - Why Can't I Know About Karen?

Chapter 7 - Why Can't I Know About Karen?

I fell asleep in the car and I barely cared when Dan scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to  our apartment.

I faintly heard Sarah giggle. "How romantic!" she squealed.

Dan sighed. "Remind me to never take her to a party." Maybe he glared at me, or smiled, or smirked, or did something else, but I really didn't care, let alone see. I just wanted to sleep.

Of course, Dan wouldn't allow that. "Wake up!" he screeched into my ear, making me jump out of my skin.

I glared at him. "Gosh, what is your problem?!" I screamed. "Can you not see that I'm sleeping?!"

"Shh," Dan hissed, and I couldn't deny the annoyance and tiredness on his face. "Before you go to sleep, I need to yell at you and you need to change."

"Why?" I groaned. "Ugh, go ahead. Yell away." I gestured at him with my hand, giving him a wary look. 

He sighed. "Angie, I was worried sick about you. Why the hell did you jump out a window, instead of calling me for help?"

"I don't have your number," I reminded him.

"Well, now you will." He stole my phone from my pocket and quickly dialed his number in, saving it. He handed it back and I shoved my phone back, sighing. He knelt down in front of me and I slightly blushed. "You scared the crap out of me," he admitted.

I wasn't really surprised to hear that, considering how protective he had been yesterday, but somehow...I found it oddly sweet. "Are you mad?" I asked him.

He gave a feeble smile. "Is it that noticeable?"

I nodded. "I don't see why though," I told him. 

He sighed, for what seemed the millionth time that day. "I don't want to be mad at you, Angie...but the whole...molester thing...has me on edge. It's just that...something happened before and...." I'd never seen him struggle so hard for words.

I touched his arm and he glanced up at me, surprised. I darted my eyes away so I wouldn't blush. Just gazing into his eyes made me feel embarrassed. "I know what happened."

He didn't say anything and I didn't dare glance at his face to see what his expression read. Probably unbearable pain. I just felt so bad for him....I resisted the urge to hug him. 

He stood up and I glanced at him, afraid that I had gotten him even madder. His face was calm and blank, but I could see the pain behind his eyes. "You're a magnet for trouble," he said, turning around. "If you're going to get in trouble, just try not to get me involved."

His words stung like ripping off a band-aid. I couldn't breath for a moment and the pain he was causing me inside made me wanna scream and run away. I blinked, surprised to find tears brimming my eyes. God, why was I crying? I wasn't a wimp. I wouldn't let his words hurt me! But....instead of snapping at him and defending myself like usual, I whispered out,

"I'm sorry."

He glanced at me but I didn't have time to read his expression.

Then, before I knew it, I was running to my room. I shut the door behind me and sank against the wall, breathing in and out. I knew I wouldn't cry so easily, but my heart was pounding against my chest. I knew it wasn't his fault, he had just been so sad about Karen's past, but did he really have to hurt me? 

Whatever, I told myself. His words are meaningless. In fact, he's meaningless. He's a nobody in my life! But somehow, those words just didn't seem right.