Healing Gabriel: Chapter Four
Evan was silent for a few moments, staring at me with intense eyes full of sincere protectiveness. "Who is 'he'?" he asked, deep in thought.
"I d-don't know," I admitted. Which was the truth. I did not know who he was. When the police caught him, and the news focused all of their shows on him being caught, I didn't watch it. I couldn't look at his face again. It was so ugly. Which was odd, because I remember when I first laid eyes on him, I thought that he was beautiful. But ever since his true colors had been shown, I did not think that he was handsome anymore. I thought he was ugly, the way his face twisted in rage and the way the blood splattered onto his face.
Just thinking about his lime green eyes made me sick. I felt my hands start to tremble and my stomach start to churn. The more I thought about him, the more I felt myself start to close down. My mind was set into panic mode. My skin started to burn. I needed to think about something else.
"Did he scare you?"
Yes. And he still does.
"Was he drunk?"
He practically bathed in alcohol.
"He cussed a lot, didn't he?"
In every sentence he sneered.
"Did he touch you?" Evan asked.
"Are you okay? What happened? Gabe?"
"Just s-stop asking questions! Forget about it!" I snapped.
"No, tell me what's bothering you. Nobody just starts crying out of nowhere for no reason at all."
"I-I'm not crying," I whispered, self-consciously touching my face. My cheeks were wet, and my nose felt a little runny. I grabbed a napkin from the table, then blew my nose.
"You can trust me."
"I c-can't trust anyone, anymore," I replied. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand.
"Tell me, what did he do?"
A short silence passed between the two of us. Could I trust him? Nobody knew about my past except for my mom, my dad, and one other girl. I met her when I was in recovery at the hospital in my hometown. She had told me that she was raped by him. She'd told me that he had a room full of young girls next to the room full of boys, and that she'd escaped it. I had told her to go away, that I did not want to talk or even think about it. She respected my choice and left.
I never saw her again.
If I told Evan to go away, would he? And if he did, would I ever see him again? Something inside me did not want him to leave me alone. I wanted him to protect me, but I was afraid to let him. Because he could always turn out to be a monster in disguise. Just like him.
"I'm going to bed," I said, standing up from the kitchen chair. I exited the kitchen.
"Wait a minute! Gabe, tell me what happened." I ignored him. I went down the hallway, then up the stairs. I heard him follow after me, still saying my name. I got to my room door and unlocked it with a swift twist of the doorknob. "Stop ignoring me!" Evan huffed.
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Healing Gabriel (BoyxBoy)Teen Fiction
Haunted. Terrified. Alone. Those three words seem to be the only emotions that seventeen year old Gabriel Adams knows how to feel. At the age of thirteen, when other boys were chasing after pretty girls and playing in the dirt, Gabriel had been kidn...