A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter fifty six

*mollys prospective*

He laid on the bed. His chest rising and falling. I had moved over to the side of the bed and was sitting in a chair observing him he looked so peaceful sleeping there. He had a bandage on the corner of his lip and a bruised swollen face but he still looked like an angel. Even better than jasper.

The thought of jasper made my stomach twist and turn. I focused back ok Timothy for the time being. I looked at his beautiful face. His long black eyelashes fell on the top of his cheeks. His plump red lips where in a straight line but the ends curved upwards making it look like he was faintly smiling. His breathing was slow and steady. Timothy's hand laid next to his non awoken body and the heart moniter beeped in the back ground. His dark brown almost black hair swept over his face not in it's gelled form like I had seen earlier. It looked so soft to run my hands through.

'Why don't you? He's asleep he won't know' I shrugged and nodded along to my own thought. I gently brought my hand up and ran it through his hair. It was softer then it seemed. I ran my hand down the side of his face. My hand on his cheek running my thumb against his lower lip. His mouth curved into a smile and I looked up. I saw him starring at me intensly. I noticed that I had been staring at his lip this whole time.

"Uh sorry." I looked away from him and brought my hand back with the other one. They interlocked and I stared at my hands as if they where the most facinating thing.

"Imma get you back for sending me away like you did." I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"You needed help..." I trailed off.

"I know you did." His hand went and took hold of my intertwined ones. Prying it loose and then he latched onto it.

I looked up into his grey eyes and sighed.

"How are you feeling."

"Pretty good now. I forgot to thank you I should of knew running to a hospital looking like this and not getting help was to good to be true." He gestured to himself while a smirk playing on his lips.

"So what happened to make you look like this?" He stiffened but then played it cool.

"Fell down the stairs."

I laughed a but to myself.

"It's funny how you can lie to my face." I looked him in the eyes searching for anything, any concern or sympathy or honesty! I only saw a glint but it was covered up. His smirk fell and replaced by a thin line. His eyebrows furrowed together creating small lines on his forehead. They where so adorable that I wanted to touch them but I refrained myself and pushed the thought out. I took big breaths and stood up pacing the room.

"Now what happened to you."

"Fell down the stairs."

"That's bull!" I yelled at him and pointed an accusing finger at him.

"No it's simply the truth."

"I thought you liked me that you'd have the decency not to lye to my face."

"I'm not lying."

"My friend heard you talking to your mom! she heard all of it! We know you live in an abusing home." He fell silent as I closed my eyes and pinched my nose hoping it'd cute the head ache that was becoming noticable in my head from yelling.

He looked into my eyes and I stomped out. Slamming the door behind me.