Look Me In The Eyes [BxB]

Chapter Twelve

"David?" Jamie asked quietly.

I didn't speak at first. We had just left Cain's place and I was still shaken. I stared at the trees as they passed by.

"Yes." I said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked lightly.

I wanted desperately to tell Jamie what was going but I couldn't understand what was happening myself.

It was Jamie who spoke again. "I knew we shouldn't have come." She said with exasperation.

Again, I didn't respond.

"She's right. What the were you thinking?"

Jamie was quiet for awhile. "Did he touch you?"

My skin flushed and I opened my mouth to speak but I didn't know what to say. Jamie was right about him touching me but it wasn't just the contact that flustered me. It was everything about Cain.

"Jesus fucking christ," Jamie began.
"If that fucker thinks he can get away with-"

I interjected. "He didn't touch me."

Jamie's hands gripped the steering wheel hard. "So what?"

I just shook my head. I wanted to be alone. I needed to be alone.

"Can you take me home?"

Jamie gripped the steering wheel again.

"David. Talk to me." I didn't respond, I just glanced out the window.

Jamie sighed and turned up the radio.
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We pulled into the driveway in front of my  house. Jamie's face was downcast so I waited to in the passenger seat for her next action.

"David. I'm trying to help you but you won't let me in. I'm your friend." Jamie said.

The resolution and concern in Jamie's voice had my eyes welling up again.

"Jamie, I'm sorry" I said, my voice cracking hopelessly.

Jamie looked down at her hands. Minutes passed before she spoke.

"David, I-" Jamie began before she stopped herself.

"David," Jamie began. "Take all the time you need, I'll see you at school. Text me." And that was it. I could tell there was more she had to say but I figured things were better left unsaid. Emotions were running high right now and if I lost Jamie I'd have no one. The thought brought fresh tears to my eyes. I gave Jamie a quick hug and grabbed my things out of her car before going inside.

My mother wasn't home so I was greeted by darkness and silence. I hurried up to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and the tears that I had withheld earlier came spilling out until I was full on sobbing. Minutes passed and tears still fell. I slowly tried to gather myself. Once I felt sure enough I wasn't going to start crying again, I decided to get something to drink. My crying had left me dehydrated and with a faint headache. I started down the stairs into the kitchen. I fixed myself a sandwich and grabbed a water bottle. I started up the stairs and entered my room. I shut my door and noticed my closet door was slightly open.

My eyes widened in realization and I took in a sharp breathe. My closet door was shut tight when I had went to get food.

"Intruder"

I turned quickly to run outside but I was quickly grabbed and a hand instantly covered my mouth, preventing me from screaming. My captor was insanely strong because his grip didn't budge in my adrenaline-infused fit to escape.

"This is it. Killed in my own home. Please let mom be at work late."

The thought of my mother finding me brought a new wave of tears. I tried to relax my body as much as possible; a speedy death would be better. Or maybe in my compliance, my captor would let me go.

I was insanely surprised when my captor turned me around until my face collided with his chest. I inhaled.

"Pine"

I slowly came to recognize a warmth spreading over my body. The butterflies returned though this time I fought them to leave. My desire to escape returned and I struggled against Cain's grasp but to no avail.

"Let me-" I began to shout until Cain muffled my voice by pressing my face into his hard chest. I was being suffocated by pine and warmth.

Cain spoke but his resonant bass was low and light. I couldn't be sure I heard him right.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Sorry? For terrorizing me? And then entering my house unannounced? And how did he get my address?"

I struggled against his chest to speak. I contemplated taking a chunk out of his chest but I didn't want to know what kind of consequences that would bring.

"If I let you go, promise me you won't scream."

I'd rather be able to run away and scream than be suffocated so I relaxed my body in agreement. As Cain let me go, I feigned complacency.

Until he stepped back then I dashed towards the door. Unsuccessfully, because in a the blink of an eye Cain had wrapped one arm around my waist and thrown me into the bed. He was on top of me, pinning me down with his legs and one hand on top of my mouth as I screamed so hard I felt my vocal cords tear.

"David." Cain began but I continued screaming, stopping long enough to inhale before I started again. Someone is going to hear me.

"David!" Cain snapped. I stopped my screaming to stare up at Cain's eyes which were dark.

Seeing my calm, Cain started to speak.

"David please," Cain started, his voice cracking. His voice sounded hollow. I took in Cain's appearance. His dark hair was incredibly messy. The normally put-together boy was obviously horribly. disheveled.

Cain and I held eye contact but this time it felt different. As if I was seeing Cain for the first time and he me. Cain's dark eyes began to fade, yes fade, to their natural golden color which shone in the darkness.

"David." Cain repeated lightly. I stared at him expressionless, motionless.

"Here I am enabling the boy who emotionally manipulated me and snuck into my house and is restraining me."

Cain noticed my docility and slowly retracted his hand. Cain's chest rose and fell hard and his warmth continued to spread across my body. The closeness of our bodies brought butterflies back to
my stomach.

"I'm sorry." Cain said suddenly. I only stared. Cain's eyes searched my face but I remained emotionless and unmoving.

"Look all you want." I wouldn't let him see me vulnerable again.

"Say something" Cain pleaded lowly. Cain's words made my chest tighten. I mentally shook the feelings away. He wasn't gonna guilt me either.

I gathered myself subconsciously. My next words would have to be enough to shake things up. I didn't want to play cat and mouse with Cain anymore.

But I didn't get a chance to speak because in the next moment, Cain's mouth was on mines