I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 6: Friends?

(Damiens P.O.V)

While I was downstairs gathering a bowl of water and cloth for Samuels wounds my mind was going crazy. His face and eyes were all I could picture. What is this feeling in me? It is nothing I have ever felt for another person. A feeling of wanting a friend. Someone to confide in and maybe have a connection. Someone who may understand me. The real me. But I can tell he doesn't trust me. Probably doesn't want anything to do with me and I understand that.

But if he doesn't trust me why would he let me help him? Maybe I have a chance! I'll have to take it slow though. I had everything I needed and headed back upstairs. He was just sitting there and I sat down next to him.

"It may hurt a little." I said to him. I don't want to hurt him though. He's been hurt enough in his life. I want to be the light in his life. I want to show him that there is good people in this world. Someone who understands him and what he's been through. I want him to need me. That sounds so wrong but I can't help it. When I saw him I wanted something. A friend. Someone to talk too. Someone to love. It's so wrong and it is something I don't understand. What is this?

"My pride hurts worse." he replied. That is a feeling I know all to well. A mans pride is something they should always have. When your beaten repeatly and raped and talked down to; how can you have pride left? Sure, you can put on a show and talk tough and act tough; but when it's all said and done your just a scared little boy on the inside. Afraid of everything.

"Turn towards me please. So we can get started." I said to him. Before I touched him I looked one more time, asking permission to touch him.

"I told you yes before." he said to me. I slid his suspenders down his shoulders barely touching him. I knew really he did not like being touch so I was careful to keep my touch feather like. Almost invisible.

Next, I pulled his shirt forward off his skin and started to unbutton it. Oh my goodness my heart is pounding in my chest. I had to concentrate to keep my hands steady and not shake. This feeling is wrong. What is it? I am so confused. When I slid his shirt down I almost lost my breathe. His skin was so beautiful and so smooth. It was perfect in every way.

"I am going to unwrap them. It may sting a little." I told him.

"I can handle it." he replied.

I began to unwrap them slowly and carefully. I didn't want to hurt him more than he already had been. While I unwrapped them I carefully glided my finger tips over his skin. It felt so smooth and my heart lurched to my throat it felt like.

When I got them unwrapped I examined the wound carefully.

"It doesn't look infected. It's not bleeding but I'm gonna clean it anyways. Does it hurt bad?" I asked.

"No.  It just feels stiff and sore. I'll be ok." he responded. I was glad. How can people be so cruel? I will never understand.

I dabbed the wound with cloth and water and moved on to the ones on his face. Even with the cuts and bruises he was beautiful. His lips were so full and perfect and his eyes were watching me. Watching my every move. I moved to the cut on his head and dabbed softly. He winced and I moved immediately.

"I'm ok. It's just a little sore." he said.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you." I said. He started at me and I knew he was considering my words.

(Samuels P.O.V)

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you." he said to me. I stared at him and considered his words. I don't trust him yet, but maybe in time I could. He touched me so gentle like he was afraid I would break. I don't want to hurt you. No one has ever said that to me before. Was he telling me the truth?

"Do you think we could be friends?" he said out of no where. I was stunned for a moment. Friends? It tasted foreign on my tongue.

"No. Not yet. I don't trust you enough. Let's start with gaining trust in one another. Speak to each other. I don't talk much because no one has ever wanted to talk to me but maybe we can." I replied.

"Ok. That is a good place to start. No one talks to me much either. You will be my first friend." he smiled. His smile was so sweet and sincere. So innocent like.
I don't want to hurt you.