Christian Turners' Upward Fall (BXB)

Blasphemous

Samuel stayed with me for what I assume was a full 24 hours. He cooked me meals he thought would be good for me since I was lacking nutrients like iron and of course protein. He also had me eat vegetables and forced me to sit in front of my window and absorb the sunshine.

Samuel sent me many worried glances any time I sighed or closed my eyes to get some rest.

He made his way over to me silently. His steps making no sound due to his socks. He stood awkwardly above me as I lay limply on the couch.

"I'm sorry about what Claire did to you. That was wrong of her" he told me softly. He seemed guilty like it was his fault.

"It wasn't just wrong, it was fucked up" I responded, I couldn't keep the overwhelming bitter undertones out of my voice. But did I really even need to? There was nothing wrong with expressing how I felt. I was pissed and bitter, I had the right to be open about it.

"I know. But Claire loves you" he assured me. For the first time since he's been here I wanted him to shut up.

Claire loves me. God does it even matter? I know she loves me but she cheated nonetheless.

"Don't you dare go on a rant about stupid shit saying that everybody makes mistakes" I told him, and this time I let the anger leak into my tone. He winced at the mere viciousness in my voice.

"Sorry" he squeaked out. His fingers started to fidget with each other, he began to pick at his own finger beds.

"You seem anxious" I said lazily. He quickly shoved his fingers into the pockets of his jeans.

"I'm not anxious" he said, his eyes looking into mine with an air of confidence.

I shrugged. "I don't really care if you are or not" I told him. "Isn't that insensitive" he said with a small laugh gracing his pink lips. I had no response and shrugged again. This only made him laugh a little more.

I wanted him to sit next to me. Hesitance made its way into my thoughts. I wanted him to sit next to me that was for sure, but at the same time with my odd attraction towards him I felt as if I were betraying Claire just by having him to close.

But she betrayed me didn't she? I had the right to get some revenge.

God I'm childish. I disgust even myself.

I put the childish thoughts and forced them to the back of my mind. I wanted him to sit with me, and that's all. It didn't have to be complicated. It was simple really.

I sent him a charming grin and patted the empty space next to me on my leather couch. He stared at the empty space for a moment, not giving any indication that he would proceed and sit next to me.

After a moment he slowly made his way over to me and sat down beside me. His movements were rigid and his palms were opening and closing awkwardly as if they were clammy.

"You are definitely anxious don't even attempt to lie" I told him blatantly. A nervous chuckle escaped him as his eyes made their way down to his lap.

"Why are you anxious?" I asked.

"Why am I sitting so close to you?" he shot back. My mind froze and my heart did somersaults at the thought that he noticed our close proximity.

I didn't have an answer though. I just wanted him close to me, no real reason.

I shrugged and he scoffed. He got up to move away from me but before I could comprehend what I was doing my hand shot out and gripped his arm. I pulled him back down next to me. He only stared at me while I avoided his eyes.