Cain stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and Riff was in the Dinging room, cleaning off the table. Cain was about to lower the small knife onto a carrot, when the scars on his back started to burn and the knife slipped from his hands.
The blade of the knife fell onto his hands, making it bleed out. "Ouch!" he yelled. Riff, who had heard all the commotion rushed into the large kitchen. Cain gritted his teeth as the scars on his back started to hurt more.
Riff ran over to Cain and wrapped a towel around his bleeding hand, be the blood seeped through the towel. Blood dripped to the floor as Riff removed the towel and tried bandaging it. Cain's scars, however, wouldn't stop burning, and he squirmed the whole time his hand was being bandages.
"Lord Cain…it's your scars again isn't it?" Riff said, worry and concern in his tone. Cain nodded, gritting his teeth against the pain on his back.
"Do you want me to call off dinner with Miss Mary?" Riff asked.
"NO," Cain answered forcefully.
"As you wish, My Lord." Riff said, releasing Cain's hand. Cain walked out of the small kitchen, but didn't get far before he collapsed.
"Lord Cain!" Riff yelled, running over to Cain's body. "No…damn it, no!" he said, lifting Cain and carrying him to his room. When they reached the room, Riff lay Cain on the satin draped bed, his back facing upward.
Riff pulled down the back of the shirt, exposing the scars on Cain's back. "Oh my…" he whispered, worry in his eyes. The scars on Cain's back looked sore and the unscarred skin was red.
"Why didn't you tell me how much it hurt?" Riff said to no one in particular. He took a small vile from his suit pocket, and spread the contents over Cain's back. He knew that if Cain was awake, he wouldn't have been able to do anything. He also knew that the scars, due to the nightly abuse from his father, would never heal.
When Riff finished, he carefully turned Cain over onto his back. He covered Cain's body with the silk sheets and was about to leave the room when he heard Cain talking to him.
"Riff."
Riff stopped, but didn't turn. "Yes, Sir?" he said dryly.
"I-that is...will you stay for a while?," Cain replied, his voice weak and low.
Riff walked back to Cain's bedside and ran his fingers through his dangling black hair. He smiled sweetly, closing his eyes.
"Alright, I'll stay with you, Master Cain," he said. Cain looked at him. "I'll never leave you," Riff said, kissing Cain's cheek softly.
"Is that a promise?" Cain asked. "Yes, Cain. It's a promise." Riff replied, wrapping his arms around Cain, pulling him into a tight hug.
Cain returned the hug, turning it into more than a friendly hug by saying, "Riff…I love you.."
Riff held him tighter, "Yes, and I love you." Riff released Cain, and sat on the corner of the bed. Cain looked up at the ceiling, and Riff watched him intently. He turned his head away from him for a second, and Cain grabbed onto his wrist and he turned back.
Riff smiled and looked at the 17 year old man lying almost helpless.
"Five years, Sir." Riff said in a whisper. Cain looked at him, "Five years…" he said. Cain drifted off into sleep soon after.
Riff ran his long white fingers through Cain's black hair. He heard a small knock, and because it sounded so distant, he figured it was coming from the front door. He didn't want to disturb Cain, and he fidgeted.
He looked to Cain, who was now awake and looking at him, "Answer the door, please, Riff." he said. Riff nodded and left the room. He went downstairs and opened the door to see Mary Weather, who stood on the front steps.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully. "Good Afternoon, Miss Mary." Riff replied. Riff heard footsteps behind him, and he turned around.
Cain was walking down the stairs. "Lord Cain! You shouldn't be out of bed now! Please, go back, please!" he said as Cain came closer to him.
He was fully dressed, but is usually took more than five minutes for him to get dressed on his own. "Hello Mary Weather," Cain said, taking out a small hand gun, "and goodbye."