Under the Bad Boy's Spell

It's Us Against The World

"Becca... You are not guilty for my death. Becca, listen to me. It is not your fault."
I woke with a start, sweating profusely. My dreams were getting worse. My father communicated with me through them. It was not normal. It wasn't a normal nightmare.
I couldn't shut an eye and it was no use to lay in bed with little hope of falling asleep. I headed downstairs to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I heard commotion in the living room and I got chills to the bone.
A silhouette moved around the dark living room. I switched on the light and to my surprise, Caspian was tripping around the living room.
"Caspian?" I asked surprised. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I whispered. I walked towards him and helped him onto the couch. His eyes were blood red and his breath reeked slightly of alcohol.
"You've been drinking?" I asked. He remained silent. "Caspian, talk to me." I demanded.
"Yes, I am drunk. Are you happy now?" He slurred.
"Keep your voice down." I warned. My mom was fast asleep, but I knew she wouldn't like seeing a drunk Caspian in her living room. He noticed it too and calmed down, which I was very grateful for.
"Why were you drinking?" I whispered. "Did your father say something?" His bloodshot eyes glanced my way and I felt uncomfortable staring into them. I've never seen Caspian drunk, and it sure as hell wasn't a pretty sight to behold.
"He asked for forgiveness. He asked whether we could try and build up a father-and-son relationship. I said no, of course. I don't want him back in my life. He ruined the little childhood I had left." My eyes widened in shock. Caspian was opening up to me. He never did, but everything changed.
I envied his father. It had to take guts, which little men had, to confront your son after a few years and ask him for forgiveness and to stand by and watch how your son refuses you.
"Perhaps you should try it, Caspian. What is the worst that can happen?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"No, I'm not going to allow it. I thought you, of all people, would understand." He said outraged.
"I do understand. Personally, I think I understand better than anyone else, Caspian. I would give anything to have a father to whom I can talk to and he was in a state able to reply." I said softly, hoping that Caspian would calm down.
Caspian's features softened up and tears glistened in his eyes, reflecting the moonlight. He placed his hand on my thigh. "I am sorry for asking you to leave. After you left, I regretted it immediately. Sometimes I can't control my emotions."
"Sometimes I can't control my outbursts. Lately, you are the only one willing to stay and deal with my random outbursts." I smiled at him. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into his touch.
"When did I get so lucky?" He whispered. I closed my eyes as he caressed my cheek with his thumb.
"You are not lucky, Caspian. If anything, you're unlucky. You are in love with the most broken girl in high school." I admitted to him. "I am willing to pick up your broken pieces." He answered. His reply was sincere and truthful.
He brought his face closer and slammed his lips against mine. The fierce and pure passion gave me goosebumps. I tangled my hand through his hair and deepened the kiss. The longer we kissed, the more passionate we were. There was a desperate fire burning in both of us, simply waiting to ignite and burst into flames.
"I should go home. My father is probably worried sick about me. I stormed out on him." Caspian said when we pulled away from the kiss.
"Remember what I said. Give him a chance. Everyone deserves a second chance. Sometimes you deserve more that two chances." I followed him to the front door.
He placed a loving kiss on my lips before he climbed into his car and drove off. I stared at the car until it was out of sight. I entered the house and locked the front door. After I locked it, I rested my back against the wooden surface and closed my eyes, trying to hold onto my peace for a little while longer. My heart pumped with new joy and my veins and arteries were filled with love.
I felt a knew glow around me; a bright one. One that no one could outshine, because no one's happiness could come close to mine. No one could feel the way I felt after the kiss.
For once I felt purely happy. There was no darkness that lurked behind my fake smile; no guilt that followed me everywhere. I was free for a moment; free from everything that ever held me back in life.
I wondered if Caspian felt any relief. Did he feel like I did? Did he feel free every time he kissed me? Did he feel the fire and the passion I felt every time we kissed?
I walked upstairs to my room with that thought in my head and fell asleep peacefully, dreaming about Caspian and I. No nightmares; no deaths. Just me and him; us against the world.