I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 4: Thoughts

(Damiens P.O.V)

This boy is not a talker at all. So far all I have is his name and a grunt. But I understand. There is no telling what this boy has been through in his life. He is so beautiful. His skin is a medium dark. So smooth looking and I just want to touch him. I look away before my staring scares him or he thinks I am strange. I did notice his eyes though when I was glancing at him and in our short exchange of words. They are so dark they are almost black. Like if you stared to long you will get lost and drown into them. He is a bit taller than me but not to much. I come up to his shoulders I noticed.

When we make it to the barn I unhitch the team and put everything away. He stands there and observes his surrounding; I notice he does this a lot. Looks around and observes everything. I walk up behind him and place my hand on his shoulder. He immediately jumps and slaps my hand away.

(Samuel P.O.V)

We walk into the barn and I start to look around. Damien is unhitching the team and putting everything away. I always stay aware of my surroundings. Memorize everything just in case my time comes and I want to leave. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I jump and slap his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" I snarled. I hate being touched but immediatly feel bad when I see the hurt on his face.

"I'm sorry." he replies and puts his head down. God I am so stupid.

"Look at me." he lifts his head up. "The only touch I know is of pain, anger, and hate. I hate being touched by people." I don't know why I explained it to him. I just felt like I should. I feel something, but I don't know what it is.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know Samuel. I know how you feel." before I could asked what he meant by that he turned and walked away from me.

"Come on! I will show you your room. I cleaned and fixed it up for you this morning! It is in the attic of our home. It's not as bad as some may think a attic is. Very private and a beautiful view of a sunset and sunrise." he started rambling on happily. I tried to listen but I started looking around again. On the side of the house was more windows . Two on the lower and two on the upper. Evenly spaced apart. I also noticed a medium sized well in the back and two big trees that cast shade in the back yard. There was a swing on the back porch as well.

We finally made it to the front porch and entered the house.

"Wow." I said more to myself but he replied.

"It is nothing much. It can be a bastard to clean though." he laughed.

(Damien P.O.V)

"Wow." I heard him say. I did not want to seem ungrateful but I have a habbit of speaking my mind anyways.

"It is nothing much. It can be a bastard to clean though." I laughed. It really was. I cleaned it atleast once a week and it is a all day chore. Especially after my dads drunken rampages.

"I've never been in a house like this so it is pretty amazing to me." he muttered. Oh...right. Dammit me and my big mouth. Stupid stupid stupid.

"Well. Come on then! I will show you your room and then I shall show you around!" I forced a happy smile and cheerful attitude.