The Boy Next Door

Chapter 19

‘Honey I think you need help’

‘No I need nothing, I don’t need you, and I don’t need them. I…I just want my mum, I miss her sooo much’ I wept and wept uncontrollably. And he held me. I appreciated it. I don’t remember what happened next but I woke up in his bed in tracksuit bottoms and a big baggy top. I felt the sheets to feel it bare. Pushing the duvet aside I stood up and walked towards the dresser but caught myself in the mirror half way. Boy was I a mess. My face was pale and puffy from all the tears and I had dried tear marks down my face thankfully not makeup though. On the negative side I was suffering a very bad head and my bed-head wasn’t making that fact anymore pleasing. I continued y journey to the dresser and noticed paracetemol. Praising god, I reached for the capsule swallowing 2 hole. I felt better already knowing my head ache would be gone soon. I walked gingerly downstairs to see Kyle lying in his sofa snoring his head off, literally. I looked around contemplating on what would make the most impact on waking him up. I went into the kitchen fridge and found a bottle of full cream. Perfect. I ran back to the living room and quietly walked behind the sofa. Kyle’s snore was still going strong convincing me he was still asleep. Him hand was also in the perfect position. Spraying a load on cream on his hand I stepped back accidently piecing my foot with a fork. I gave a little yelp and my plan nearly failed as Kyle’s snore stuttered before falling back into its regular pattern. I breathed out a sigh of relief and groaned as I realised Kyle had turned to face my direction. I then noticed to do this I would have to tickle him then duck down low. 1st time, fail. 2nd, fail. I groaned with frustration as I went right up to his nose and tickled as lightly as I could, it had to work, and as the saying went 3rd time was always a charm. However as I tried to duck down his eyes shot open and he splattered the cream all over my hair. I screamed from fright at the fact that he was even awake, let alone the cream I could already feel sticking clumps of my hair. Paybacks a Bitch I thought aggressively. I stood up and drew the can from behind me splattering his face with short bursts of cream. He then got up and started the chase. I ran throwing the empty can behind me as to slow down his pace, but that only slowed me down and there was now only about 10 inches between us. I could hear him closing in; fortunately the stairs was within my reach. I cried out in victory as my right foot landed on the first step. But as I proceeded to take another his large arms wrapped around my midsection, snuggling his face into my neck. I shrieked flailing my arms, trying to cringe back from the disgusting feeling. Then I felt something wet. But not something wet and cold, no, something definitely wet and warm.

'What the hell are you playing at, are you a dog?' I asked horrified as he still held on tightly

'Mmm, you taste good with food on you'

'What! Are you well?  I haven’t bathed!'

'Well you bathed last night and that’s enough baths for me thanks' he continued to guzzle on my neck with a baby doe suckling on a bottle of milk. Weird comparison, because Kyle was NOTHING like a baby doe. Then his words registered in my mind.

'What do you mean I bathed last night?'

'I meant, that you, yes you Honey Taylor, bathed like washing with a sponge and soap and hot water.' he nodded slowly going through each word as if I were the imbicile and not he.

'Yes I bloody well know what you meant; I meant why was I in the shower?'

'Ok Honey, maybe the concept hasn’t been taught to you. You go in the shower to become clean. When you feel grimy or sometimes when you feel cold-'

'Stop playing smart before I chop off your Willy wonka and feed it to my cat'

'You don’t have a cat' the amusement twinkled in his eyes

'Well ill make sure I’ll get one for this event then wont I’ I rolled my eyes. The struggle went on and we ended up collapsing onto the floor in a big heap. After many rearranging movements I lay my head on his knee and he stroked the hair off my face. We sat there for a few minutes deep in thought until he broke the silence.

‘Sorry’

‘Hmm’ I sighed

‘Sorry’ he repeated dejected

‘Why’ I asked confused sitting up wary of his change in mood

‘About your loss, Charmaine was a good friend of mine too’ he sighed again slumping his back against the wall. I looked into his eyes and saw the pain surging there and really understood his feelings. I sat back as well placing my head on his shoulder gently whilst his arm snaked around my waist.

‘I never knew you guys were friends’

‘It wasn’t meant to be her, I became really close to her, and how did she die?’

‘Shot’ I simply stated.

‘What?’ he exclaimed

‘Yeah…’

‘I swear the person who did this to her is dead’ 

I just rolled my eyes discreetly. Empty threats would bring no one back. No one.

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Don’t know when ill post the next chapter but enjoy this while it lasts :D

Peace out y’all xx