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When I opened my eyes I had to blink a few time. Chris.
I am starting to sound like a love struck girl! Is this how I used to act... do I still act like this?! ...Sorry, back to the story...
He was lying on his stomach, facing me. His blond hair fanned out on the pillow and shone from the sun peeking in the windows. Damn, Now I sound poetic! I propped myself up on my elbow and took him in. God, I was lucky. Yes I loved him. I loved Chris. As I thought of that simple statement in my head my chest started to feel bigger. I have never said those words to anyone outside of my family before. I watched as his nose twitched, then slowly his eyes slowly fluttered open and looked up at me.
I smiled at him and kissed his forehead, which was still hot. "Morning," That's all I could say?! Where did that poetic shit go when I needed it?!
He yawned and simply said a muffled morning, before snuggling back under the covers against me.
"Are you feeling better?"
He nodded yes. Do not pester him. Do NOT pester him. I had to say to myself... I wanted to know what happened to him that made him avoid me, but apparently it was something big, otherwise I don't think he would have wound up on my porch soaking wet and upset.
"Want something to eat?" I asked softly rubbing my hands up and down his side.
He looked up at me with his big grey eyes, and then shook his head no. "Ok then, be right back," I started to get out of bed but he grabbed my hand. That made me stop. He never reached out for me, Chris just wasn't that forward. I turned around and looked at him. God he looked like an angel. He was just sitting up the covers slipped to show his chest, and the dark treasure trail of hair down the middle of his stomach. He was pleading with his eyes.
"Pl-" his voice rasped as he tried to talk. "Please... please don't leave me," His voice was soft, and I knew it hurt his throat to talk.
"I'm just going to the kitchen, I want some cereal," I was getting lost into those grey depths. I looked away and tried to stand again but he held on and whined. I turned back around to check on him, his eyes were brimming with tears. "Chris," I breathed. I sat down and pulled him into my arms, his head rested along my shoulder and I could feel the tears start to hit my chest.
God help me! What do I do with an upset angel?!
All I could do was hold him. I softly rubbed up and down his back and threaded my fingers through his hair as an attempt to calm him down. He started to shake and sob, I believe he tried to hold it back but it was too strong. It was breaking my heart to hear Chris cry, nothing nor no one should ever make him cry, he was just too sweet and pure. He had stopped his whimpering and he was still shaking in my arms, but he wasn't weeping anymore. I was leaning against the headboard and Chris was on top of me his head pillowed on my chest. He was calm. Well calmer.
I'm not sure how long we sat there, until I heard him actually say something "...hate me," he whispered.
"What?!" I was a bit shocked he said something.
"She hates me,"
She? "No one hates you, everyone loves you" I tried to look into his eyes but he still had them closed.
"She doesn't. She doesn't care about me at all," A large tear rolled down his cheek, leaving a glistening trail of moisture.
Guess ...everyone loves you... is too common of a phrase today, I wish he would have picked up on that subtle hint, too subtle I suppose. "She who?"
"My mother,"
"Why would you think something like that?" I looked him up and down. AGAIN, how could anyone hate him!?
"I don't think, I know,"
"Well why would she hate you?"
Chris opened his eyes and looked at the wall in front of him blankly, "I'm not the son she wanted, I'm gay, and that just fucked up her plans."
"Wait... did you just say fuck outside of the bedroom?" I chuckled. He looked up at me and blushed. "So she doesn't like you because you are gay?"
Chris nodded slowly. He was looking at me with sad pleading eyes.
"Well beautiful, I know you don't want to hear this but..." I sighed. "...sometimes shit just happens like that," I'm not good with this stuff, what should I say?
"I know, it's just that she doesn't try to hide it... even in public," He hugged me tighter, and looked away. "She calls me 'that thing',"
"Just stay away from her, you don't need her, you have me with you," I kissed his forehead.
"She needed me to go to my aunts funeral, and then to the reading of the will last week," He sighed and buried his head into my chest. "My aunt liked me, and after I inherited some things that my mother wanted, She got really mad, she tried to take it from me, she started fighting and yelling. She called me all kinds of horrible names, and when we walked out of the lawyer's office she slapped me,"
He shuddered from the memory. I held onto him, rubbed his back, and "shh"ed him.
"I think... I think that she would have really hurt me," He said softly. "I'm afraid of her Jay,"
"It's ok Chris, you're safe with me, I won't let anything happen to you,"
"It took two cops to get her away from me," He looked up at me His grey eyes looked dull. That bitch really took a toll on him. "I ran here,"
"Good, you will always be safe here," I hugged him tightly and stayed with him in bed, until he sat up and looked at me with a broken smile.
"Thank you, Jay, you really helped me," Chris then started to cough.
"Ok sickie, brekky, ASAP, then once you are healthy you can get out of bed, ok?"
He nodded and when I asked him about brekky again he asked for a bagel with cream cheese spread.
As I gathered breakfast items together, I thought of Chris. No wonder he was so scared when I got mad, that bitch had probably threatened him before. Maybe even hit him! Then he came to me, I wonder how much I mean to him since he came to me for refuge... I sighed and grabbed the milk out of the fridge and poured it in my cereal. I would tell him soon that I loved him and see how he feels... Shit! That's really going out on a limb. I had to do it though.
When I walked back into my room Chris was snuggled under the blankets snoozing. That beautiful little twerp, now I had to wake him up. I sat down on my side of the bed and he quickly sat up. I chuckled and handed him his bagel he took it and slowly nibbled on it. We sat in bed and watched cartoons and some boring documentaries about animals.
Did you know that giraffes have twenty-one inch long tongues? Well something like that...
I SHOULDN'T KNOW THIS SHIT!! That little twerp does stuff to me. For him I would watch those boring shows and lay in bed all day. Even though I hated it I would do it for him.
"You can stay here from now on,"
Chris looked away from the giraffe show. "What?"
"Stay with me, ...move in," I said suddenly nervous. "Your mom won't be able to find you at least,"
He smiled and nodded happily before turning back to his show.
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It had been a week since I came home to find Chris on my doorsteps. He was doing better...
"Jay, come on, wake up!" Chris mock whined as he bounced on top of me.
