In His Eyes

Chapter 4

For TheKawaiiCupcake00

"Wow." Scott stopped in front of my house. He looked at the many windows in amazement. "You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Grassi. It's wonderful."

"Thank you, Scott."

"I had seen it through Mitch but....I couldn't have ever imagined being in front of it." I motioned for my parents to leave when Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. I came to stand in front of him. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.

"I'll always be here to take care of you." He wrapped both of his arms around to hug me. I could feel his body tense with the pain of his arm. He had extended it out of the sling.

"What would I do without you?"

"Have something missing. I love you." He smiled at me, making his arms tighter around me. "Come inside. I want to show you everything." I gave Scott a tour of the house. His mouth was open in amazement the whole time. I know for a fact that he's never been in a house this big. The last place I brought him was my bedroom. He chuckled. "What?"

"You have a piano in your room."

"So?" My hands went to run across the glossy black surface. His fingers came to play the two highest keys.

"I loved watching you play. I loved hearing your fingers glide over keys and play such emotional music. It's the highlight of my day. Any time I could see you in your prime was the highlight." I made my way over to hug him. My arms wrapped around his torso as my head went to rest against his back.

"What happened, Scott? Why are you hurt?"

"I, uh....I spoke up against someone. And my arm was dislocated. It just hurts. It will be better soon." I felt one of his hands slip between where my were clasped around his front.

"If I had just convinced them sooner. If I had just saved you. None of this would have happened to you." I tried to make it so my crying wasn't making any noise or even making me shake. I ended up letting out a sob anyways. "I'm sorry."

"No, Mitch." He brought me to sit down on the edge of my bed. Then he knelt in front of me. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have stopped anything. It was written, it had to be done. No matter what or who." I watched him struggle with what he was going to say. He looked down at his feet. "My dad was meant to hurt me. Because on September nineteenth, two thousand five....I met the boy of my dreams. The boy in my mind. And it didn't matter who touched me or hit me, I still felt love from him." He let out a pained hiss when he moved his hand out of his sling. He had both hands on my thighs. "I felt love from you."

"Scott, I'm-" I couldn't even finish. I just let out a small whimper of sadness. I pulled him in for a hug. He groaned in pain but he wouldn't let me pull away. I heard him breathe in deeply. Then it was like the flood gates opened. He was crying harshly into my shoulder.

"Sometimes I wonder...." He pulled away and tried to regain himself. "I wonder if I had gotten away. I wonder if I would be craving the feeling of a needle in my arm. I wonder if I would have...." He didn't finish, just took another deep breath. "I love you. I'm just going to say that."

"You've said it before."

"I want you to know that I mean it. Because I do." I leaned in to kiss him but he turned his head away. "I don't think your parents would like that." He had chuckled. It was very quiet and airy.

"I honestly don't care."

"I do. Let's, um, find something else." It was about thirty minutes later. We were watching tv, laying side by side in my bed, with Scott sleeping next to me. And that's how it went on for the next week. I would come home from school and watch tv with Scott. He'd listen to me practice. But he never kissed me on my lips. He'd always kiss my hand. His way of showing affection was reserved. But then Scott stopped showing up in my room. He'd be sleeping in his room and he wouldn't even come down for dinner.

"Scott?" I came in his bedroom one night. I could hear him sniffling.

"Go away, Mitch. Just please."

"What's wrong?" He sounded like he was in pain.

"Get out! Please!" I went to the bedside table and turned on the lamp. I noticed he was sweating. He shied away from the light. I climbed into bed with him, turning off the light. I was surprised when he clung to my chest. His body was shivering and his breaths were short. "Don't leave. My body hurts. I hurt."

"I won't leave you. I'll never leave you."

"Mitch, take my mind off this." I sat there and thought for awhile. I didn't know what to do exactly. My hand went to pat his head. Then my fingers ran lightly through his hair. I bent down to place a gentle kiss against his lips. His hand was against my chest. He was stopping me. "That isn't what I meant."

"I just wanted to kiss you. I'm sorry." He sat up in the bed. He adjusted his shirt. I noticed how much he was sweating.

"There is a reason I'm not going to do anything to you. I'm disgusting." He chuckled. "I'm a roller coaster of emotions and changing decisions. And I want you to leave now." He rolled into the covers with his back to me.

"Okay." My heart fell. "Bye." I went out of his room and went into my own. I slammed the keys on my piano loudly. The sound would be muffled by the walls. I closed my eyes to see through his mind. I could feel his pain ripple throughout my body and his vision was blurred with tears. Then he felt me looking in and he closed himself off. I pulled my knees to my chest.

I feel like he always wants to be alone.