The Bad Boy And His Twin

{12} We don't talk anymore

Seriously? That's all you have to say? GREAT PLACE? No, I miss you, no I love you nor I want you back?

"Um yea thanks I guess" I say

"Uhm can we talk?" He asks

CAN WE TALK ?

Yea right, We don't talk anymore

"About?" I sat at the couch with him following behind sitting next to me leaving a small gap between us

"Us" he sigh

really?

"What about us?" I say calmly

"Look Lyla" he puts his hands on top of mine making me flinch he notices

"How's is going with um... Thing?"

I gulp

"I uh I -" I stutter

"You don't have to tell me yet, if you don't want to"

PHEW

"So, Lyla I'm sorry that I hurt you, I really am, I didn't mean to, thrust me those weren't my intentions, I love you Lyla I will never do anything to hurt you okay?"

But you've already done that

"I know I hurt you but it was a mistake, you see Allison's mother died the day you saw us, you know in the janitors closet" what the fudge, he cleared his throat, "she told me not to tell, she didn't want you to know that she was hurting because she knew whenever you saw her hurt you always end up hurting more she thought that keeping it away from you would not hurt you considering you've been hurt enough, Lyla she wanted to protect you, she told me not to tell you Lyla, Lyla she was sad and I comforted her, one thing led to another Lyla it wasn't because you weren't good enough it was my lack of self control, Lyla you didn't do anything wrong, you're beautiful and strong, I shouldn't have kissed her knowing I'd loss you, that's why I came here to make it up to you" he explained

I took a deep breath, tears were pouring out of my eyes, he grabbed his hands and put it on my face he ran his thumb with my tears wiping them away

"I'm so sorry, Lyla,please forgive me," he took a big breath
"Its okay if you don't, I understand" he sighs "but Lyla, I love you, just so you know" he says while getting up from the couch

I grab his hands preventing him from moving anywhere he gave me a surprise look

"he broke out of jail" I sigh "John.... He broke out of jail"

He looked at me with confusion and worries

"I uh don't know what to say" he says sitting back down but this time he closes the gap between us, he sits in a Cris crox position facing me

"You don't have to say anything" I say looking straight forward trying to keep a mutual expression

"No, Lyla, its not like that, I just- I don't know, Lyla" he tries to explain but nothing came out "if you're worried that he's going to hurt you, he won't"

I moved uncomfortably fidgeting with the cushions fabric

He moves closer and grabs my face with both of his hands, making us look in each others eyes

Making my heart beat fast but not like it use too

"He won't hurt you, not while I'm around" he says putting his hands down

I nod

He stands up and faces down on me he sticks hand out for me to grab it

I look at it staring at it debating if I should grab it or not