Angel....
I try to stretch my body but pain shoots all over my left side. Owe owe. Fuck. After the pain medicine Hope gave me last night I fall asleep. This has been the longest I have slept in the past few days. I feel like a new person well expect for the pain of course. I open my eyes to find a plate of fruits, two white pills next to a glass of water and a note. I reach for the note.
Hope you feel better, eat something before drinking these pills and just drink them if you’re in pain. I left some gauze in the bathroom for you to change the old ones. P.S take a bath you might have a visitor.
A visitor? Who can possible come and visit me? I sit up to walk to the bathroom. My body protest the whole time. I feel like a damn train ran over me. Everything hurts. I walk to the mirror to check myself out. Thank God nothing happen to my face. I turn to the side and start peeling the gauze off to see the damage. Holly shit. My whole side is fucked up. I still have some dry blood. That’s what I get for trying to be a bad ass. I walk to the bathtub and start filling it up. I don’t think I can take a shower right now a bath sounds better. Once the bathtub is full I get in. The warm water makes my scratches sting but only for a while. I reach for my body wash and slowly start to clean myself.
After the pain fullest bath in the world I replaced the gauze for new ones. That was another painful experience. Since I can’t wear any tight cloths I decide to wear a long T-shirt. I brush my hair the best way that I could. I walk to the living room as I try to finds a way to seat without causing any pain the doorbell rings. I wonder who that could be. I walk to open the door.. “She devil!” Tabios smiles from ear to ear. I roll my eyes “You’re lucky I wasn’t sitting down” I turn around to walk to the sofa. “Damn, you’re not happy to see me I brought breakfast” he says behind me. I walk to the sofa and start to slowly sit. “Let me help you” he try reaching for my arm put I pull away.
“I don’t need your help, thank you” I add not to sound like a bitch. He sits on the table and stares at me the whole time. “What?” I ask as I finally sit. “Why do you do that?” he asks pissed. What is he pissed about now? “Do what?” I ask trying to hide how much pain I am. “Why don’t you let anyone help you?” he ask. I tilt my head to the side “I do let people help me”. He help me last night what else does he want to do for me. “Really?” his eyebrow rise.
“Yeah” I lean to get the water and the pills. I am in pain due to all this moving. “Then why didn’t you just ask me to pass the pills instead of reaching for them you’re self-causing more pain to yourself?”. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I swallow the pills before answering. “I am used to doing everything myself” I look down to the glass “ever since I can remember it’s always been just me”. I didn’t have the luxury of crying until someone came to help me.
“What about your mom?” he asks. I lift my head to find his hazel eyes staring at me. Every time I look into his eyes I feel the need to answer his questions. How can someone that I barley know make me feel like this? I take a sip of the water and hand him the glass. He takes it with a smile and places it on the table. “What about my mom,” I pause trying to find the best way to describe her “you can say I never had one”. I answer honestly. “So you were an orphan?” he stands to take a seat next to me. “No,” I lean back to look at him “she was there physically but let’s just say her mom gene wasn’t”. She was more like a stranger my whole life. “Damn,” he mumbles under his breath. I don’t want him to feel sorry for me. I turned out to be just fine. “Now that you know about my parents of the year what about yours?” I ask.
“Well my father died when I was 14,” he plays with a strand of my hair “my mom and I moved to a new town. She never recovered from his death. She started to drink than she met Phil, my abusive stepfather”. Well I wasn’t expecting that. I guess I am not the only one with a fucked up home life. “Looks like we hit the lotto in the parents department huh?” I joke trying to lift some tense.
“Looks that way,” he tucks a strand of hair behind me ear “Tell me about you”. I hate when people say that. What are you supposed to answer? They don’t really want to know everything about you just the good parts and well I don’t have many of those. “I don’t know what to say” I answer truthfully. He nods his head “Fine, let me discover who you are”. What does he mean by that? He runs his index finger down my forehead tracing my wrinkles “I mean let me get to know you, that way you can get to know me too”.
Do I want to get to know him? Of course I do, but is it safe? Of course it’s not but is it worth it? I hope so. “I don’t know” I pull away from him. “Why not? We’re just friends right? What can possible go wrong?” he ask. More like what can possible go right. Even though everything inside of me is telling me to run the other way that this isn’t a good idea I don’t. “Fine,” I give into him. His lips turn into a smile giving me a better view of his perfect white teeth. “Now let’s watch some movies” he reaches for the control.