Soft Spot (Jyatt)

Chapter seventeen

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Please ask Q and A questions I think chapter nineteen might be the q and a so yeeeeaaaaahhhhh

Jaeden

I practiced for hours. I knew some of the songs and others I had to learn. Some I'm still trying to perfect and some I've already gotten the hang of. Wyatt stayed the entire time, observing as I played. My stomach growled but I ignored it and continued to play. My fingers didn't ache badly, only a little and my stomach felt heavy with hunger but I didn't pay attention to it. I was taking my anger, sadness and fear into my piano playing, making the music come out with so much emotions.

Wyatt sat expressionless, watching closely. I was in the middle of a song when Wyatt finally spoke up, "You hungry?" He asked.

I opened my mouth to say no but then I remembered how he said not to ever lie to him. "Don't lie to me." He said as if reading my mind. I nodded. He didn't say anything just walked to his kitchen and began cooking. I started stretching my fingers and cracked them.

Honestly, it looked like I was flexing. Awhile later Wyatt came in carrying a plate of food. It looked so good. My mouth filt with saliva at the sight of it. My stomach grumbled happily when the smell drifted up my nose. He handed it over and I ate it slowly, having to hold back from devouring it in a few seconds.

I felt Wyatt's eyes on me the entire time. I looked up to meet his. He had black bags and his skin looked glossy meaning he was sweating. He shivered and zipped his jacket.

"Am I done?" I complained. He glared at me. "Stop being so whiny." He demanded. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Your starting to make me dislike the piano." I spat bitterly. He brought his hand to his forehead, "I don't care. That's not my problem. If you don't start playing in-" he started.

"Or what? Your gonna kill me? Well if that was the plan why haven't you done it already?" I asked angrily. His face hardened and he got up. He rushed over and lifted me up by my collar and slammed me on my back on the floor.

He brought his face close to mine. "I'm doing this for you." Was all he said before letting me go and storming out the room and out his apartment; slamming the door behind him.

I just laid there, completely still; afraid to move. What did he mean? He was doing this all......for me?

I stood there for a while, lost in thought. Did Wyatt mean it? Even if he did, what DID it mean? Like, he KIDNAPPED me! His original plan was to kill me, then rub it in and brag to my dad like, "Yeah, I did that. That's your son. See? He's dead! And I mean business so fuck with me, see what happens. And oh yeah, I killed your son. Incase you forgot."

I don't mean anything to him. Absolutely nothing. I am absolutely nothing. He didn't mean it. It was just heat of the moment stuff. I'm just his enemie's son. Nothing more, nothing less.