the boy in the forest

Unanswered

I feel like each drop of blood is  draining out of my body. It's him sitting on my bean bag clutching his stomach. His eyes are a lot like hawk. They are too intense and burning holes in my head. 

" I thought u ran away," he slowly sits up. " Have a seat. I won't bite u," he gestures me to sit before him. 

" Yea, I ran away," I admit taking a seat.

"Then why did u come back?" his breathing becomes unsteady.

" Because I figured out who u might be and believe u won't hurt me," I make myself comfortable on the couch.

"Ah " he bends over clutching his stomach real tight. His face becomes paler than before. Then I notice that his leather jacket is stained with fresh blood.

"Hey u ok?" I help him lean against the nightstand. 

" I'd drive u away on a normal condition. But here u r, bleeding to death" 

He looks up at me and gulps. 

" Let's get u to the hospital, come on," I pull his hand to help him stand up. He resists. 

" I can't. I can't go to the hospital. I won't be able to resist," he breathes out.

" Resist what?" " Explain me later, I'll get u treated then. Stay here."

I run up the stairs to get the first aid kit. Suddenly a thought pop up. What about the liquid he gave to me? It heals instantly. I run down the stairs and go straight towards the living room.

I zip open my backpack and take out the bottle. 

" What are you thinking?" he asks me although he knows what I'm doing. 

"It heals my ankle withing three seconds."

" Not to me. It doesn't work on me," he explains. 

"Why?" 

" Enough with the questions. U need to stitch up before I pass out on ur couch," he says painfully. He takes off his jacket and shirt slowly revealing his six pack. His body is quite muscular. 

"Stop drooling"

" I wasn't. I was just examining your cut. It's deep," my face heats up in embarrassment.

He chuckles loudly, " If u say so." 

I clean his cut with the alcohol pad and stitch it up with great care but quickly. While I'm working on his injured area on his stomach, he pants like a dog. His panting becomes louder and louder. His hands ball into the fists. I can see him sweating a lot. His sweat drops are running wildly from his hair to his wide shoulder blades, torso and my hand which is resting on his stomach.

The pain is so much, I guess. As soon as I'm done bandaging his cut, he pushes me with force. I am taken aback. My back hit the TV stand. Ouch that hurts.

He slips in his shirt and runs out of my house, one hand clutching his jacket. He kicks open my door.I'm shaken by the door breaking. That happens so fast. 

I sit on that same spot without moving a single finger. What am I supposed to do now? He didn't answer my questions. He shut me out. He was in my house without my permission. Those were ok. But the violent part? 

I'm sure I won't be able to sleep this night thinking about the answered questions. After sitting there for like three hours, I brace myself and go out of my house.

" Maisie! Maisie! Maisie! " I knock on her door. I feel sorry for waking her up but I'm not stupid enough to spend the night in a house with a broken door.

"Hey, what do u want at this time of night?" She sleepily asks me. Gemma, my dogs attacks me with kisses. 

" Thank u for keeping my dog while I'm away."

" Are you here to thank me?" 

" No, I mean yes, em can I ask u a favor, plz?" 

" Can I crush on ur couch tonight? My door's broken and I'm scared," I bat my eyelashes. Say yes plz. Say yes. Say yes.

" Ok, come in," she gives me an extra blanket and pillow. I shut down my thought and sleeps away my tiredness, cuddling up with Gemma. I think she was longing to meet me. I was too.

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