Under the Bad Boy's Spell

He Returns With Trouble

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked sleepily.
"Nothing, Becca. It was just someone that needed my help. I am here now." He replied and caressed my cheek.
He rose from the bed and got dressed in his pajamas, before he climbed in next to me and draped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"I love you, Becca." I heard him say before his breathing steadied and he had fallen asleep. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes.
"Becca... Becca..."
"Dad? Where are you?" I yelled back, tears soaking my cheeks. "Dad? Don't leave me!"
"Becca. Becca."
I opened my eyes with some difficulty. My eyes met Caspian's. They were swimming with worry and concern.
"Are you okay, Becca? You were calling for your father in your sleep." Caspian backed up to give me some space.
I sat up straight and wiped my sleepy eyes. I could feel the weight of Caspian's stare. I felt humiliated. He saw me at my most vulnerable and it was humiliating.
"It was just a nightmare." I stated vaguely.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as he dressed.
I shook my head and climbed out of bed, "No, thanks. I'm fine."
"Becca..." He continued.
"I said I'm fine, Caspian!" I raised my voice louder than I intended to. I could clearly see the hurt flush Caspian's features. "Fine." He answered shortly and left his room.
I sighed and fell back into his bed. I struggled to talk about my nightmares about my father, even with my mom. I couldn't talk to her about it. What is going to be different talking about it to Caspian?
I decided against my own better judgement and descended down the stairs, finding him in the kitchen, but he wasn't alone.
"Good morning, Rebecca."
The man at the kitchen counter smiled at me, but Caspian's face was pale and I knew exactly why. His father, Mr Henry Carter, came to visit. Caspian hates his father for leaving them for another woman just before his mother died. I can't talk to Caspian about my father anymore, it's not the right time to bring it up.
"Good morning, Mr Carter." I managed to mumble. I was just as taken aback by Mr Carter's appearance as Caspian was.
"It's wonderful to see you again, dear. You've grown into such a lovely lady." He said friendly.
"Umm, it's wonderful to see you too, Mr Carter. It's been a while." I responded.
Caspian hastily left the kitchen and stomped upstairs to his room. I flinched when his door slammed shut. Mr Carter glanced my way, hurt visible on his face.
"Excuse me." I said softly and took the stairs up to Caspian's room. I didn't want to intrude, so I gently knocked on his door.
"Cas?" I whispered.
I heard movement from the other side of the door and Caspian appeared in front of me. "May I come in?" I asked, trying to avoid any fights. He stepped aside, allowing me to enter.
"Cas, are you alright?" My voice quivered with concern.
"No, Rebecca, I'm not!" He shouted. I sighed. So much for avoiding any fights. Still, his tone of voice hurt me deeply.
"Cas, don't let it get to you." I didn't know what to say to him. I couldn't be too nice nor too mean. I had to be neutral.
"Rebecca, please, don't say another word." He snapped. It caught me completely off guard. Hot tears welled up in my eyes. "I was only trying to help." I whispered.
"Well, you're not. I think you should leave." His words hit me deep, like a train driving 200km/h. He hit my breath away.
Something inside me snapped, "You are not the only one going through shit, Caspian! Stop feeling sorry for yourself. At least you still have a father, mine is dead and it is all my fault."
I had not noticed the tears that soaked my cheeks. I slightly softened my tone, "You are not the only one with problems, Caspian. Everyone has, and how we all deal with our problems is what makes us human."
I turned my back on him and walked out of his room. I wiped my eyes on my way to the front door. I was grateful that I didn't walk into his father on the way out. I got in my car and drove home, with Teeth, from 5 seconds of Summer, playing in the background.
I parked my car in the garage and entered the house. My mom was not home. I expected it, though. I walked up to my room, the happenings of earlier at Caspian's house replaying in my head. It took everything in me not to go running to the graveyard and confide in my father.
I needed to deal with everything by myself. It was between me and Caspian. A big part of it was between me and my guilt feeling. Somehow, it all made sense to me, in it's own peculiar way.
Just like I felt guilty for my father's death, so does Caspian for his mother's death. I understood why he hated his father, but it would do him good if he had a talk with his dad. Everyone needs a fatherly figure in their life, unfortunately mine died when I started high school.
On some grounds, Caspian and I were the same, but then again, he didn't understand my pain and nor did I understand his. That's what made us so different, but yet, so alike. As those thoughts paraded through my mind, a guilt feeling built up in the pit of my stomach.
Once again, I acted before I thought things through. What gave me the right to yell at him the way I did? Still, he didn't have the right to hurt me like he did, but the continuous heartache was not our fault, was it? I mean, we couldn't prevent our miserable childhood from happening nor the way we grew to be.