"Why do mean, he has relations like us?" I asked as his fingers flowed through my hair. "He has a 'thing' with a student. His isn't sexual yet. Like awkward friends." He told me. "Is thy what we are?" I questioned. "Awkward friends?" He was quite for a while then it came to him. "God I hope not." He whispered.
"We should sleep." I suggested. "Together?" He asked. "Well in the same bed, but sleep, sleep. Not you know." I explained. He laughed. "Sounds Devine." He stood up and I followed him. We laced fingers as we walked down the hallway. "Here we are." He said opening the door to a huge bedroom. It had the biggest bed I've ever seen like two queens, pushed together!
I walked over and crawled in I carefully laid my head on the pillow. I was instantly transported to a world of clouds. "This is amazing." I whispered to myself. "Glad you think so." Mycroft said getting under the covers.
"I feel so safe and comfy." I told him. "What about now?" He asked, embarrassing my body in his arms. "Safe." I ended, drifting off to sleep.
I awoke to a gentle voice. "Y/N, you need to wake up. You have school. And I know it's prison for you, but the state requires this 'prison' now. Come on. Up and out!" He said pulling off the covers. "I don't wanna." I pulled the covers back. He was silent, you could her a pin drop. Shit. He saw. He saw my bruises and scars. "Who?" He whispered.
"An asshole. That's who." I concluded. "Your father?" He questioned. "No. My old boyfriend." I answered his, indirect question.
He was quiet before finally speaking up. "I'm not sorry." He told me. "Good." I smiled.
This was my hazel grace moment. I told him not to feel sorry for me so he say he doesn't. To let me know he does.
