Upside Down

(19) Fucking Pedophile!

Chapter 19

Drew : Bad :: Emerson : Moron

I slowly moved closer to Kriss but without even looking up, she flinched. But I still slid closer even if she was trying her damnedest to get away. I could see fear in her eyes and fear she never be in those soft gray eyes of her especially when she looked at me. "Kriss," I whispered softly with a small coo. "It's okay. Come on, kitten. I'm not going to hurt you." She just kept crying, bawling her eyes out. I felt so dead just looking at her, like Drew had driven that last punch to my face. I reached out a hand to Kriss "Please?" I begged but she only flinched, again, so I let it drop to the floor.

My face felt wet and I realized I was crying too. "Please?" I begged one last time before I sagged to the floor.

A hand touched mine, a soft one. Kriss's hand touched mine and I wrapped my hand around hers while I was internally cheering and thanking god. Her sobs had let up but she was still shaking and little hiccups would escape her chest. I pulled her closer gently in a way she would be able to stop me if she wanted to. But she didn't stop me so I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace, clutching her head with one hand and nuzzling her neck with my nose. She smelled like lavender and laundry detergent and her skin was so cold against mine. My other hand shifted in her hair, still a tangled mess but beautiful in this messy way where all the black strands was everywhere.

"Kriss ..." I looked and glared at Drew. He looked different-err, back to normal really. His eyes were still rimmed with red but he wasn't scowling anymore. In fact, he looked shocked and upset. "Kriss, I'm so sorry. I-I-I ..." He looked around as if the right words were just floating in the air. "I don't know what's happening to me. I ... I just ... I just have been so mad lately and I don't even know why. I'm so sorry."

God, we must have all look like tits. All three of us were crying though I had stopped and Kriss's had let up and now Drew had a single tear dropping from each eye. Kriss looked up at him, rubbing her eyes then holding her arms out as if wanting a hug. Drew didn't even hesitate, snatching her up and into a powerful hug. I frowned; she hadn't let me do that.

"It's okay Drew." I heard her whisper to Drew.

I was not upset. I was not upset. I was not upset. I was not upset. I was not upset.

Drew let her down and she clung to my side again, making me smile as she wrapped her arms around one of mine. "Go get Drew some coffee." She told me. I raised an eyebrow at her. Was she telling me what to do? Yeah, that's cute. She glared at me as if she knew what I was thinking and I raised my hand in a surrender fashion. She was cute when she glared. I wanted to tease her but I knew better and left to the kitchen for some coffee.

Coffee had already been made so I just warmed it up then put in what Drew liked then went back to them. They weren't in the foyer where I left them but I followed voices to the living room where Drew had been leaning on the door to see Drew laying on the couch, his head on one arm rest and his feet dangling off the other. Kriss was on the floor on her knees by his head, using what looked like a small wet towel to dampen his forehead.

"Kitten?" I asked and Kriss looked up with a smile and motioned for me to come closer.

"Drew's sick." She said simply then took the coffee out of my hands before telling Drew to sit up. "Drink this, Drew." He sat up drinking the coffee too fast then nearly choking. "You should leave, exercise. It will get your blood pumping faster and will get the stuff out of your system faster. Drink a lot of stuff too like coffee and water."

Drew frowned like he was going to argue but one look at Kriss and his gaze softened. He pulled her into a one armed hug. I held back a growl until he let go and sat up. "Thanks Kriss, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, Drew."

I scoffed inside my head. When did they become so close?

He left and as soon as I heard the door shut behind him, I turned to Kriss. "Hey, how did you know what was wrong with Drew?" Suddenly Kriss stopped smiling, looking a little shocked. Then she looked downwards, ashamed.

"No." She whispered.

Why was she acting this way? Did I do something? She had looked so excited when I got home got home earlier and then Drew and I had a fight and she suddenly hates me? Why, does she think Drew didn't deserve it? She was babying him a lot. What is it that I'm not seeing?

She fucking likes Drew, that's it! After she spent that one time doped up on sweets or something and now she likes him like ... you know ... girlfriend-boyfriend. Maybe even more... I scowled, sure Drew was a great guy (the exception being a few minutes ago) but ... but ... but ... Kriss was too young! Kriss was what, fifteen? Sixteen? And Drew and I are about to graduate. That's sick; it's like being a fucking pedophile!

"Emerson?" I scowled even more, looking at the ground. I only looked up when she whimpered to see her crying her eyes out silently. "Em?" Her voice shook and I wrapped my arms around her.

"Shh, Kriss, it's okay." I cooed into her ear, holding her close. "Kriss, what's wrong? Please, tell me." She shook her head but continued crying. She shook her head but continued crying. I held her shaking body, caressed her tangled black mane. "It will okay, Kriss, everything will be okay."