Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I15I - Speak to me and Breathe

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It doesn't take too long before Brian's call appears on the screen, and all this hope just gathers inside me that he can just somehow make me forget about this. At least for five minutes, then I'll be fine. Brian is very good at keeping me distracted in so many ways imaginable.

My body is still trembling, even at the sight of his number and I was hoping I wouldn't go this far still being scared with Cory in my head. The evil glint in his eyes and the way he grabbed me keeps replaying in my head with how violent it was.

I've waited here for a while, almost for the call to disappear. My final decision has to go quickly, and I at last click on the answer button and hold the phone to my ear.

Brian's the first to speak, his voice so gentle and worrying. I close my eyes and toss the blanket over my head.

"Hello? Rog?"

"Hey." My voice comes out scratchy, which was the last thing I would hope to happen. It's my first time speaking quietly since I was back at Cory's house terrified for my life. But I don't want Brian to worry as much as he already is. It doesn't click in my head how it can make sense of how he cares about me that much. Like most people in this kind of situation, they would assume that if you're the side bitch obviously that person is just using you for the attention and the... sex?

We haven't gotten to that second part yet, and my body is already telling me no to that. But I don't feel like Brian is using me, it might be something in the way he looks at me and talks to me to make me feel good and better, something Cory would never do unless brutally forced.

"You sound terrible... so something did happen, huh?"

"Do I really sound that bad?"

"I mean, it certainly isn't something I like to hear. But you said it wasn't too bad? What is it?"

I play with the edge of my tight hugging shirt, pushing my teeth against my bottom lip. Now that he knows it "isn't that bad" I don't know what to tell him. All I want it to talk to him. But not about that. Bringing it up out loud just makes me want to sob all over again. I don't want to speak him into existence right now. "Take a little guess."

There is a short moment of silence, then he clears his throat, "Your boyfriend?"

"How'd you guess so easily?" I relax my back onto the couch and curl into a ball of my own warmth, pretending Brian's here holding me as I melt into the moment of his imaginary arms.

"I'm a very smart person, you know that."

"Sometimes," I smirk against my hand.

"Okay, listen silver-boy... this very articulate, handsome, and smart poodle man is here to make you feel better right now. Hold on-"

There's this short noise of rustling about, and I can't help but be curious about what he's doing. "Hm?"

"I'm sitting on the ground now. What happened, love?"

My smile fades, in the wonder of how to play this out. The line is completely silent as he waits for me to reply to him. Anything I say can have a bad outcome, and this may not blow over well. I can smell my own dry breath just from breathing so hard-shelled in the thick blanket. "We just got into a really big argument I don't want to talk about and now I'm at Fred's place... and I don't know what's going to happen with our relationship but I'm safe now..."

"Aw, Roger I'm so sorry. But I guess it's good if you guys do break up for a new step for us to be together fully and I just want you to have less pressure on that. I know it's tough right now, but because your strong Mr. Taylor you can get through with it. And I'll be here every step of the way."