Unexpected Love

Chapter 2: Warm

~(y/n) PoV~

I woke up in a bed, that was not my bed, with warm, muscular arms wrapped around me. Even though the person holding me was very warm, and we were under the covers, I was still freezing.
       I was about to fall back asleep, but then, I remembered what had happened last night when I was walking home.
I screamed, shot up, and jumped out of the bed, scrambling to the corner of the room.

~Scott PoV~

"Holy crap dude! You move faster than I do on the lacrosse field!" I said, gettin out of the bed.

"What the hell? Where the fuck am I? Who the hell are you? And what the fuck happened last night?" The boy screamed.

"Hey, Hey, it's okay. You are safe here." I started "my name is Scott McCall. Last night you showed up at my door, banging on it and screaming for help. When I opened the door, you fell backwards and hit your head. You were covered in cuts, scrapes, and bruises. Clothes torn to shreds, fading in and out of consciousness. So I brought you in and patched you up. But don't worry, no one in this house is going to hurt you." I said, stepping towards him.

"Why were you spooning me? Who's clothes are these? Why are you shirtless?" He asked, moving his hands down to cover himself.

"You were practically frozen last night, so I got in the bed with you, covered us, and held you to help try and get your body heat up. This morning when I first woke up, you were still shivering, and your skin was very cold. And those are my clothes. Are you hungry? You look like you haven't eaten in days." I said, handing him one of my sweaters.

"I haven't eaten in a week." He whispered.

The way he said it, I just barely picked it up.

"YOU HAVEN'T EATEN IN A WEEK?!" I shouted.

"How did you hear that?" He asked.

"I just have good hearing. Really, good, hearing." I said, taking his hand and leading him down the stairs to the kitchen.

-after Scott made Pancakes-

"So, you never told me your name." I said, setting a plate down in front of him.

"My name is (y/n)" (y/n) said.

"(Y/n) as in (y/n) (l/n), the boy that went missing last year?" I asked.

"I don't want to go back there.... please don't make me go back to that house." (Y/n) said, starting to tear up.

"Hey Scott, I'm ho— home. Who's your friend?" My Mom asked, entering the dining room.

"This is (y/n), (y/n), this is my mom." I said, gesturing to each person.

"(Y/n), you seem familiar." My Mom said, putting groceries away.

"He showed up here last night, all cut up and bruised, screaming for help. So I fixed him up and kept him warm. Mom, can we keep him?" I joked.

"I don't know Scott, his parents might— you are the boy that went missing last year. Oh my god! I'm gonna call the Sherif, we can get you back home!" My Mom exclaimed.

"I don't want to go back." (Y/n) said, tearing up again.

"But your parents must be so worried." My Mom said, still holding the phone.

"They are dead. I was in foster care. Couldn't stay with the family. Just didn't fit in." (Y/n) said, standing up to leave.

He went upstairs to the bathroom and shut the door, I heard the lock click.

"Mom. Don't do anything. Don't call anyone, okay?" I said, heading for the bathroom.

"But everyone is so worried." She protested.

"He has scars Mom. Scars on his upper thighs and lower stomach. I think that the family he was with, hurt him. I'm going to talk to him, see what I can find out." I said, going up the stairs.

"Okay." My Mom said, setting the phone down.