Golden Eyes, Broken Heart

Chapter Four - Lights Out

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Chapter Four

"Okay then," Rosalie mutters disbelievingly as I turn away from the door.

"This place is so neat, are your parents rich or something?" my heart drops ever so slightly as I slowly shake my head.

I can tell she notices my change in mood, and am innerly thankful she decides not to mention it.

"I'm just gonna get Jake sorted out and stuff," I mumble feeling awkward, "Make yourself at home," she smiles slightly and I leave her to explore, ascending up the stairs with a dripping wet Jake in my arms

"Why did you go out in the rain?" I ask, making sure to keep my voice casual.

He shrugs and looks away, "Don't shrug Jake," I frown, "There has to be a reason." rather than use the main upstairs bathroom I walk into my bedroom and the en suite bathroom.

I sit him down by the sink and tug his soaking wet t shirt over his head, his skin is as cold as ice. "So..." I trail off, throwing him a quick glance before sauntering over to the bath and turning the taps until scalding hot water is pouring out.

As the bath fills I turn to face Jake, just to remind him that I am actually expecting an answer. "I wanted to be with you," he whispers, staring down at the floor.

Golden eyes have to be the most emotional thing in the whole wide world. It's as if they're a portal into the person's deepest emotions. But that's what all eyes are. Golden or not.
"I don't want to be left alone again daddy," Jake whispers so softly I only just manage to hear it.

And my broken heart splits into another billion pieces as I reach over and gently run my hand down his cheek.

"You will never be alone Jake," I finally manage to blurt out.

The bath is almost half filled and I twist the tap the opposite way so that it's just pouring out cool water.

"Ages since you had a nice warm bubble bath," I smile as I slide his muddy jeans off, trying to start some kind of conversation.

He swallows thickly and looks at the floor again. Oh, of course. Nice one Dex. The last time I bathed him she was still in our lives.

Once I think Jake can get in without burning to death I hoist him up swiftly and place him down in the bath, he hisses at the sudden warmth and tries to stand up but I gently ease him back down.

His breathing becomes ragged and fearful, I ruffle his damp hair reassuringly.

He relaxes as his body gradually adjusts to the temperature. Smiling mischeviously to myself I make sure Jake is nice and distracted before dunking his head under the water, I laugh hysterically as his head erupts out of the water coughing and spluttering.

"Nasty man," he accuses and breaks out into a massive giggling fit. Whilst he giggles and flaps about I drag my soggy t shirt over my head and fold it up beside Jake's.

After a few seconds his giggling ceases and I turn to see Rosalie leaning against the doorframe, awkwardly looking everywhere but at us.

That familiar rosy blush creeping up her beautiful cheeks. "I haven't seen anything I swear," she states, I laugh as Jake begins to blush too. She practically gulps as she unconciously admires my torso.

"Did you need anything?" I smirk, she blinks a few times before shaking her head. "Just having a bit of a crisis." I raise an eyebrow, imploring her to carry on whilst I start vigorously shampooing Jake's hair.

"I was going to ask to use your phone to ring my parents so they could come pick me up later," I nod, waiting for the ultimate 'but...' and it's right on cue, "But I don't know either of their numbers." I turn to her frowning slightly, "Don't you have a mobile?" she pauses for a few seconds before shamefully shaking her head.

"I see," I think for a few moments as I help Jake to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, "Don't worry about getting picked up you can stay here, i'm just trying to think how you can let them know where you are." she smiles shyly.

"They wont mind." I give her a small smile back which instantly vanishes when I turn to look back at Jake and he tosses a handful of water in my face.

He grins cheekily at me and I can hear Rosalie snorting with laughter in the background.

I dry my eyes with a towel, unable to prevent the amused grin that spreads across my face. "I'll get you back for that one young sir," I mumble with a sly wink.

Rosalie quickly looks away as I lift Jake out the bath and cover him up in a nice warm towel. "Are you really that innocent you wont even look at a naked two year old?" I smirk at Rosalie as I dry his hair.

She shrugs without turning around. Once Jake is dry I take his hand and lead him out the door and into our walk-in wardrobe.

Still wrapped in his towel for Rosalie's sake. "Wow," she whistles under her breath, examining our many, many rows of clothing.

My clothes are at the front and we brush past them to Jake's toddler sized section near the back.

The middle of the wardrobe is left empty. Another reminder of the girl who walked away. The girl who ran. I realise Jake and Rosalie are giving me quizical looks and start conciously sorting through clothes.

Picking out a dark grey t shirt and a pair of star wars pyjama pants. Rosalie looks away again as I unravel Jake from the towel and help him step into the clothes.

As he admires himself in the floor to ceiling mirror at the opposite side of the closet I quickly drag a dark shirt over my head. "Right who's hungry?" I ask, picking the damp towel up. "Starving," Rosalie groans dramatically, Jake merely nods.

I take Jakes hand again and we all head back downstairs. "Sandwiches okay?" Jake nods but Rosalie bits her lip, "Surely there's some proper food?" I shrug apologetically, "Claire usually feeds him and I usually go to Subway on my way home." she stares at me in disbelief as I start preparing some cheese sandwiches. "I can't believe you have nothing to eat in this house with this amazing kitchen," I shrug again.

Moving the sandwiches onto two plates I lead the way into the living room.

We place ourselves on a dark leather sofa at the far side of the room, opposite a fifty inch TV that was mounted on the wall above a marble fireplace.

Rosalie's knee brushes against mine as she devours her sandwiches and I automatically flinch. I feel her gentle eyes on me and I turn the TV on. Eager to focus my attention on something other than her.

Four and a half hours later we're slumped over the sofa watching the ending credits of some movie we hadn't been paying attention too.

Jake is curled up between us, his head on my lap and legs stretched out over Rosalie's. "Bed time I guess," I announce, glancing at the clock to find out it's actually nearly eleven o clock at night.

Rosalie mumbles something sleepily, and right on cue the lights go out. Perfect.