Alpha Gymnastic Boy

Chapter 15

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I'll never forget the hugs, how he held me that night and rock me, pull me away from my past that was trying to pull me in. I deserve it though, I don't know whether to be upset that he stop what I deserved or happy that he stop my pain. Body trembling, heartaching, eye stinging and nerve wrecking pain I hadn't experienced in a few months now.

The whole driving incident just brought it all back. As if I wasn't working on myself to begin with to forget about it, to lay it to rest behind me and try to be what that man I killed wanted. Happy. I couldn't though, I tried for two years now but it feels as if I didn't even attempted the first step at all.

"You are awake" Greece said out loud knowingly. I sigh then inhale to get as much of his scent that seems to strangely calm me right away.

"Yep grumpy" I answer and he roll away leaving me open to the cold air. I didn't even realise he was my warmth until he move just now, I almost pull him back but that's going overboard.

"Good for you then." He mutter gathering his shirt that came off last night. I watch his muscles flex, his abs tightening as he put the shirt over his head, his chest muscles rippling slightly as well as his biceps as he pull it down. After, he run his hand through his hair to tame it but fail.

"Are you leaving?" I ask although it seems exactly so. He pause and slowly turn to me.

"What does it look like? I'm stay?" He hold his hand out then gesture to himself, how he's getting ready and so forth.

"Would it kill you to be sentimental or what about responding kind ass fucking hole!" I swing my feet over the bed side facing away from him upset. I hear a growl behind me but I didn't address him, fucking grumpy shithead is what he is.

"I didn't have to do that" he said meanly. I spin around to face him with a glare.

"Well thank you for doing it! I know you didn't have to!" My voice crack. I seem to take him by surprise because he must have expected me to respond to him as mean as he is to me. I just don't have the energy or strength to do what, I just woke up from the best sleep in months and I feel drained and used up. I almost cried in front him so I gave him my back as I point to the door, a sign for him to just carry on and leave like he wanted. I didn't trust my voice to speak right now, I'm too emotional.

"Keith" he said calmly and I shake my head continuing to point while I walk to the bathroom as a soft sob escape me. "Sugar" I pause at the strange name, how it made me tense then relax immediately. My chest feel funny after he call me sugar in a good way too but I shake my head to get rid of it all.

Arms wrap around me and without hesitation I lean back into it as the sobs break free "that was my best sleep in months!" I yell in front me but he must know I'm talking to him. I turn into his arm so I'm facing him and I poke firmly at his chest "Thank you okay!! Tha- Thank you!" I slap his chest after just wanting to venture my pain and anger off, at something or someone.

"If I say I'll be kind, would your tears stop?" He ask and I chuckle because I could feel how uncomfortable he is. He sucks at comforting people and emotional people makes him want to jump through a window, just to get away.

"And have you dying because of it." I ease out his arms. Tears and sadness forgotten for the moment, it's shocking how easily he distracts me from my pain. "We both know that you being kind is like that green stone that weakens superman." I told him heading for the bathroom to brush my teeth before my breath has him running for the hills.

"Green stone? Weakens superman?" He burst out laughing while I roll my eyes at the idiot man in front me "Who the fuck is superman?" He ask still laughing and shaking his head.