Soft Spot (Jyatt)

Chapter twelve

Jaeden

A piece of noodle fell down my chin and with my chopsticks I grabbed it and put it back in my mouth.

Me and Wyatt both ate silently, no conversation was started and none of the earlier events were brought up. Anger still pulsed in my veins but I managed to push it aside. I didn't want Jack getting hurt again and I didn't want him going after anyone else.

For some reason he won't hurt me, maybe it's because my face was already bruised and swollen but I don't think that's it. Why won't he just hurt me instead of the people I care about?

I looked up at Wyatt who was already looking down at me. Our eyes met for a second before I turned back to my food.

When I was done I offered to clean but Wyatt declined and sent me off to sleep, telling me to take my shoes off first before stepping on his rug and if I wanted to shower I could do so too. So that's what I did.

His shower was the expensive kind. It had 4 shower heads so that you could get water from different angles. And instead of having to struggle to turn the knob to the right temperature there was different buttons that controlled the water. And if you wanted one head to be cold and the rest hot it was possible. I slowly stripped, my body still hurting badly from the earlier moments.

I put my clothes on the toilet, not wanting to disturb Wyatt by using his dirty clothes hamper or making the sparkling clean bathroom messy by dropping anything on the floor.

I stepped into the shower, closing the acrylic gladd slide door behind me. I pressed the hot water button and allowed the hot water to shoot at my body. I pressed my forehead against the wall as the steam worked at my tense muscles. The door opened and I saw Wyatt's figure outside the shower door. He was carrying something that I thought might be clothes or a towel.

"Use whatever soap you want, and please don't leave the floor wet." Was all he said before he left again.

I finished my shower and turned everything off. I opened the shower door and saw a towel waiting. I grabbed it and dried off before stepping out and getting dressed in the clothes he set out for me.

I made sure that the floor was dry and didn't have to worry about my old  clothes because he already took care of them. I tried my best to dry my hair but it was still kinda damp when I gave up and left the bathroom. Wyatt was in the living room flipping through the channels. "Just put the towel down on the bathroom door knob. The cleaner will be here tomorrow anyways." I didn't say anything just did as told. "Where am I going to sleep?" I asked him.

"In the bed, where else? The shower?" He said said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Just asking." I muttered, then added, "Where will you sleep?"

"Out here. On the sofa." I wanted to protest about that too. This was his apartment. I was just his enemie's son.  I didn't need special treatment. But he gave me a look ordering me to just stay quiet, so I did.

After a few seconds of direct eye contact with Wyatt I turned around and crawled into bed. It was so soft and I pretty much sank into it. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my eyes drooped; begging for sleep. I pulled the blankets over me and quickly fell asleep on Wyatt's luxurious bed that smelt like him.