Name Of The Game

~chapter 4 ~

Avery's P.O.V

I wake up to the smell of smoke. Why is the fire alarm going off. I will not die a day before I start my first job as an adult.

I walk into the kitchen to find Christians back facing me. He looks like he's struggling to make whatever he's cooking. Honestly he might actually burn the apartment down.

I walk to the windows and open them letting some of the smoke out. When I turn back around I find Christian staring at me and I just stare back at him. We are about seven feet apart, and whenever I try to open my mouth to say something no words come out.

" I was trying to make you breakfast I saw that you made dinner and I just wanted to welcome you here." Christian breaks the silence awkwardly.

His voice sounds deeper than I remember. His hair looks a little longer and his eyes look a lot sadder than I remember.

Words still won't come out of my mouth even though I've got a lot to say.

So instead I look away from him and to the kitchen, I immediately see a mess and start to clean it up.

"Here I'll clean up I made the mess."  Christian says trying to take the paper towels from me.

I continue not to say anything.  I'm scared that if I open my mouth to say something I'll ask him about that night, I want to know why, but I don't want to hear him say that it meant nothing to him.  Some things are just better left unsaid.

I clean off the counter and turn my head to find the trash. With my right hand I search the counter looking for something to grab, either dishes or trash, but I'm shocked when I grab the blade of a knife and accidentally dropping it slicing my hand.

"Shit." I curse under my breath.  I grab paper towels applying pressure on my hand and start to walk back to my room to clean up my hand.

"Here, come with me I have a first aid kit."  Christian gently grabs my elbow guiding me into the bathroom.

"Sit down." He says and I sit on the toilet.  Here he goes again treating me how he did two years ago.  Like I can't do anything by myself.  They always do everything for me and it gets tiring. I know I'm small, but I can handle myself.

Christian grabs his first aid kit and kneels in front of me.  Do to his height compared to mine we're about the same height, with him just kneeling.

"This is going to sting." Christian Says as he sprays my hand trying to clean it.

Automatically my free hand shoots to hold onto his leg.  My nails dig into his sweats and i hope he doesn't feel it.

"Sorry." I mumble as I take my hand off his leg awkwardly as I continue to watch him clean my cut and then wrap it as we sit in silence. 

"Can we talk tonight when I get home." Christian awkwardly says and scratches the back of his neck.

"There's nothing to talk about." I mumble. I don't think moving in with him was a good idea.  Maybe I should start looking at other places.

"Really, your going to be like that.  When are you going to stop running from all your problems.  You know some people have to actually face them." Christian snaps at me. His words hit me like a truck, but they also anger me.

"You want to talk about running, huh, you walked out on me.  Your the one who left me heartbroken not Isaac."  I shout at him, tears in my eyes.  I finally said it.  Isaac was the one who made me sad, but Christian broke my heart.  Christian looks at me with concern in his eyes, but mine are full of hate.