Decalcomania

pt3

"Do you know anything about his past or his family?" I questioned, she wiped her tears away and shook her head.

"No, nobody knows anything about his past, and nobody ever visited him!" she answered, "but I heard him sometimes calling for his mother, or saying random names!"

I shut my eyes for few seconds, breathing in and out and then opened them again, "How can I do it?" I whispered, she glared at me, surprised at what I just asked, "What should I do to get him out of here?" I cleared myself

"You must know this yourself, I choose you because you are not too different from him, you are as innocent as he is!" she warmly smiled, holding my hand into hers. Her hands were too soft and gentle, reminded me of my mother's. I returned the smile and nodded.

"What about Stephan?" I randomly asked and Sophia laughed, "he actually loves Leyla so much, but she never cared about him. and that's the reason he is tough on Alvin. because he knows she will never give him what she gives Alvin!"

I walked out of the room, glad of getting the answers I needed and pained at all of the stories I heard. My feet moved like they weren't part of me, leading me to where my soul was stuck, his door. I stood next to the door, slowly placing my hands on the cold metal and my face on the panel, and there he was, sitting on his bed as usual, staring blankly at the floor. I couldn't do anything, not a word, not a move. I just wanted to go to my room and let all my tears out. And just as I expected, my tears were gathered on the corner of my eyes, threatening to fall. I blinked few times to stop the flow, and then focused at him again, but now, he was staring back at me, our eyes locked in the purest way, like we saw into each-other's souls, like we knew each other's fears. Indeed, his eyes were too dark, and there was no sign of hope or light, he was chained by his demons and the way out was close to be the curse that can never be broken.

I smiled at him but he didn't smile back, I knew he wouldn't. he just continued staring at me, like he was trying to find something in me, like he wanted to read me but failed.

"Elyse!" the voice broke through my ears like a knife, I immediately turned around to see a puzzled Alexander making his way to me, "Let's go!" he pointed at the stairs.

"I'm coming after you!" I said and he nodded, I knew he was not going to leave me here, I could tell from his slow pace. I took one last glance at Alvin who was still staring at me and then I took one step back to leave but I was suddenly stopped on my track by none other than him, his voice was calm "I'm hungry!" he mumbled, enough for me to hear.

I looked again at him, my smile growing wider and wider as I processed what just happened. I chuckled when I saw him lying on the bed with his back facing me. he was embarrassed of saying that to me. my heart was beating too fast and too loud, I could literally feel the pumping on every part of my body. I was afraid anyone else could hear it.

"Elyse!" Alexander called out again, well, I thought he left but as I told you before, he won't go unless I'm with him. I jogged towards the confused guy who was staring at me with his brow raised high, "why the sudden mode change?" he wondered, I shrugged my shoulders and fastened my steps towards the residence, determined to make the most delicious food for Alvin.

As soon as I arrived to the kitchen, I brought out all the ingredients I needed and spread them everywhere. I planned to make my mother's special dishes, first the miso sweet potato and broccoli bowl and second the BLTA wrap, they are both healthy and delicious dishes. And for the drink, I will take apple and orange juice, I'm not sure what he likes. I happily made the food and placed them in a box, hopefully they turn out as good as my mother's. She was the greatest cook I have ever met, makes everything with love and affection.

I checked the time and it was near midnight, I grabbed the box and sneaked out of the residence, gladly, Alexander went out with few friends of the team, he said he wanted to buy some things. I found my easy way towards his room, and yes, the door was left open as usual, they took him again to hurt him and I hated that, I even hated the idea of them being with him in the same room, they can do anything to him. Sophia's words kept replying in my head like a broken recorder.

About hour and a half later, I heard their footsteps getting closer to the room, I sighed in relief and hid in the toilet, waiting for them patiently to bring him here. they pushed the door aggressively and threw him on his bed, I could hear him breathing heavily, coughing a little too. I waited for them to shut the door and then I walked out of the bathroom.

"Why are you so naïve?" he managed to say, I froze on my spot, wondering how did he know I was here, I didn't even make a sound. "You are going to be killed any time soon!" he firmly said

I ignored his words and got closer to him, situated myself on the bed next to him, he watched my motion with puzzled expression "I brought you some delicious food!" I spoke as I put the box over the bed, I opened it and the smell of the food invaded the room. my senses were filled with pride and satisfaction at my work. And for him? well, he just kept staring at the box.

"This is miso sweet potato and broccolis bowl" I placed the bowl next to him, along with the fork, "and these are BLTA wraps!" I also placed it somewhere near him. "I need you to finish everything!" I demanded, but he still, didn't make a move. So, I grabbed the fork and filled it with some sweet potato and lifted it up to his lips, he tightened his lips and rolled his eyes "Come on, don't be a baby" I whined.

"I won't!" he snapped at me, but not aggressively, well, let's say he really sounded like a kid at that moment, he pushed the fork away which made the potato fall on the sheets. "How dare you?" I shouted, taking him off guard, "I spent four hours making this!" I lied, it only took me one hour, but I had to exaggerate a little.

"I will do it by myself!" he snatched the forkfrom me and grabbed the bowl with his other hand. I sat there watching himhungrily eating everything in the bowl, it made my heart warm, I know now howmothers feel when they see their children having a healthy meal. I wanted tostroke his hair, caress his cheek and show him how important he is to me, but Icouldn't, I know how he would react over all of these, he hated it.