"Who do you think he is?" Norge said, as he faced the unconscious man.
The three boys crowded around the sleeping stranger, as Timo's mother came out with a bucket of warmish hot water, and a first aid kit.
"Move over boys…." she said, placing the hot bucket of water on the floor, getting some of it on the sky blue rug. She carefully dipped the towel in the hot, steaming sun yellow bucket, and gently placed it over his scratches, and bruises.
"Okay…." she said placing her hand over the cold, sleeping forehead of the swede. It felt as if he was attacked by some type of forest bear. The scratches and bruises seemed to be anything but normal. Discoloured blotches on the arm, back of his hand, and a large scratch that lay on his cheek.
"Wow….this is serious…" Oskar said in shock. The hot, wet towel started to drip right onto the sky blue rug, as the kids focused on each drop, oozing slowly.
"Here...hold this," Timo's mother said, handing Timo the towel. "I need some iodine." She scurried off up the wooden stairs.
As soon as she left, the man had started to show signs of movement.
"Uh oh...I think he's moving," Oskar blurted.
"Shh...you're gonna make him more mad..." Norge said shushing the younger one. As Timo slowly rotated the towel around the discoloured blotches, he began to notice the swede blink his eyes. Not once, but twice. Then he directed his eyes at the young finnish blonde, as he rubbed around the towel.
No matter how much he wanted to say thank you, words couldn't escape his mouth. It felt as if he was robbed of his vocal cords.
He kept his gaze focused on the young, quiet, focused Timo. It seemed as if this was the spirit of his wife inside him. She would tend to his cares whenever he needed help, or was hurt. The lights in the house made his hair shine like a thousand golden wheat feilds during the spring, as his eyes burnt witn a dark hint of amber as he looked up. It had looked just like the man's previous wife before.
But all he could hear were murmurs. Nothing more than the three young boys talking. Then he noticed a blurred vision of a woman with the shape of what appeared to be a bottle in her hand. He slowly tilted his head back onto the decored burgundy pillow they had layed out for him.
"Okay...this may hurt a little..." she said, kneeling down, and taking some wipes, before opening the iodine. "But he's asleep right? How bad is it?" she said, as she dipped the dry, flaky wipe.
One drip of the iodine onto him, and he sprung up like an eel. The kids jumped back, as starled like they've seen a ghost.
"Oh! you're awake...?" the mother asked curiously. She felt a little bad now, without asking this man if he needed the iodine or not. But he simply just staed, with his stern, cold hard face. Then he turned his attention to young Timo.
"No...y'r y'ng s'n h're h's d'ne e'ou'gh..." he bellowed in his husky voice.
Oskar immediatley hid behind Norge, trying not to gface the awaken man. But he just lit a half smile over to Timo, making him giggle a little.
"Well...You can stay if you'd like..." The young mother suggested. The swede simply nodded his head, and slowly got up.
"There's some extra clothes in the closet up stairs," the mother said, cleaning up the area. "And while you're add it, Timo, help the poor stranger change...I gott get you two boys home, your parents are getting worried..." she said, finally standing up.
Quietly Timo lead the tall, horrifying stranger up the stairs, as Norge, and Oskar made scary hand gestures, such as 'watch out,' or 'if you can, run', which only made the situation worse.
He let out a large gulp, as he laid one step up the stairs. The swedish stranger did the same. Two steps. Same action. Three steps.. No different. He immediatley got back on pace, and raced up the steps, trying hard to avoid eye contact with the stranger.
Good...no threats so far... he thought quietly.
"Here is...the closet.." he said quietly, as they got to their destination.
What was even more horrifying was the fact that the upstairs was super dim, and barely showed any lit up surface. But it was morning, so...
He silently opened the wooden closet door, and showed him the 23 folded pairs of clothes piled onto each other as if it were a clothing store.
"Here..." Timo said nervously, as the swede quietly grabbed a pair of folded sweatpants and t-shirt, and tugged them tightly under his left arm.
"Th'nks..." he nodded quietly.
"Oletko pojat kunnossa siellä?*" His mother hollered, as she shut the front door.
"Kyllä äiti!*" Timo replied back.
"oh...s' y' g'ys 're f'nn'sh...?" the blonde man asked.
Timo nervously nodded. He probably hates us, he thought inside the back of his instead, he simply replied, "M' w'fe was from there...Sh' 'nd I w'ld 'lways g' v's't h'r fam'ly there..." he said quietly. He broke out into a small, shy smile. Timo gasped on the inside. It was the second time the stranger had smiled. "Y'h th'se days..." his smile faded immediatley, as he started off walking.
Timo couldn't help notice that whenever he brought up his wife, it was like he jumpe with spirit...But if seemed to hurt.
He stopped the man in his tracks. "W...what happened to your wife...if you don't mind me...asking..." Timo asked.
The swede stopped in his tracks, and dramatically turned around, as if he was going to go right over there, and beat the blonde finnish teen for asking such a question. But instead, he slowly walked over, making Timo flinch a little inside. Instead of what he thought was going to be a severe beating, turned out to be an emotional hug.
"Uh...uhm..." Timo was lost for words, as the stranger slowly wrapped his large, calloused hands around the blonde headed teen. Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, he broke out into a sob.
The two stood there in silence locked in arms. Then slowly taking his head off the boy's shoulder, the stranger took one good gaze at the teenager who tried really hard to avoid eye contact with the stranger. But his reddened wet eyes, and sadness couldn't help but make the finnish boy look away. He slowly took his small teenage hand, and wiped off a tear. "It's okay..." he said quietly patting his back. The two slowly fell down on their knees, and embraced. Timo forgot all about how creepy this man was. He was hurt, heartbroken, and reddened by the pain his ex ffiance left him.
As soon as he lifted up his head again from the boy's small, now wet shoulder, their eyes met, very slowly. And out of nowhere, a big, strong, wet kiss landed on Timo's mouth. As much as he tried to escape something felt right about this, but so wrong at the moment. Passionate, and hot, yet so unexpected. He never knew how much this man was hurting. All he thought was a scary, frightening looking man, who simply just needed help, only turned out to b so much more.
To the stranger, it was like his wife's spirit inside the young teenage boy, but he only knew how much right and wrong was between this. Yet they both didn't care.
They soon got so into it, it made Timo push the swede against the floor really hard, toppling himself on top.
The two immediatley stopped as soon as they knew something didn't feel right.
He immediatley got up, and brushed himself off. "I...I'm so sorry..." Timo apologized immediatley. Something like that had never come around him. "I'm eally really sorry..." he said looking away. "W'll...no...'t's n't y're f'lt..." the swede said, patting the finnish boy's back.
Timo slowly pushed away, and dashed towards the stairs without saying a word.
The swede tried to stop him, but he had already reached the bottom of the stairs. So instead, he went towards the bathroom to change out of his torn clothes.
"So...tell us about yourself..." The young, sunblonde mother asked.
"W'll...I'm Berwald...'m 23, 'nd I m'ke furn'ture..." he said, as he took a fresh slice of salmon to his mouth. "I l've alone...'nd I like to c'k..." he added. But then he got really quiet.
The mother desperatley tried to conversate but it was hard, with the stillquiet swede eating his salmon. So she turned to her son for help. "Would you ike to ask anything...?" she asked him.
He nodded histerically, as he cut a sloppy piece of salmon off his plate. He had his eyes focused on the plate, and didn't say a word.
"What's wrong, dear?" his mother asked him. He still didn't reply.
" 're y' 'kay?" the swedish stranger, named Berwald asked. The finn finally raised his eyes, and glared at Berwald. Then back at his food.
"Sorry...this isn't like him..." His mother apologized. "Timo...are you okay...?"
He still didn't reply. Instead, he scooted out of his chair, got out, and left the dining room.
"I th'nk 'll go see wh't's wr'ng w'th th' b'y..." Berwald said, getting out as well.
Just as the finnish teen got to the staicase, he felt a jolt on his shouulders.
"Wh't's wr'ng...?" The confused Berwald asked.
"You..." Timo said coldly. He was still upset about this afternnon. And what had taken place...He didn't know what he was feeling.
"Oh...y're still ups't 'bout th's 'fternoon?" Berwald asked in disbelief. He slowly nodded, and pushed Berwald away. "I just wanna be alone..." the teenager said harshly. And with that, he dashed up the stairs, and into his room, plopping himself onto his cold, soft bed, and released the tears.
"T'mo..." Berwald said, knocking at his room door. "Y' can't st'y ins'de f'rever..." he brought up.
But he wanted to. He wanted to think. Just himself. He had never been attracted to a man before. What was it? Was it confusion? After all, he WAS a 15 year old boy. And he had his whole life ahead...But what was so different about him?
Even his own mother couldn't get the confused, tearful Timo out of his room. She tried everything. Salmiakki, Christmas, everything! But all he could do was stay there.
Instead of getting up, and solving th problem, he slowly drifted off to sleep, as he thought.
Usually he'd wake up to muesli, but this morning it wasn't muesli.
"Hey...mom...uhm..." he said, as he walked towards the kitchen. But all his mom could do was sit at the table, reading some strange sheet of paper.
"What is that..."
"He left..." his mother said as she read on. "Apparently, he said he had a burden of something...but he wants to go out and discover what it is..." she kept reading on.
Timo was in disbelief...He didn't want him to leave. It felt as if he had known the man forever.
"Does it say where he went?" Timo interupted.
"All it says is, he's gone his seperate ways...and that he-"
Within minutes, Timo got on his clothes, and immediatley left the house.
"Wait!" His mother called out behind him.
He followed the man's tracks in the snow. Big, heavy ones.
"C'mon...c'mon...he's here some where here..." he said desperatley. Then he cae to what he thought would be another clue.
Instead, itonly turned out to be a dead end footstep. Timo fell to his knees, and hands.
"...where could he possibly be..." he said, almost breaking into tears.
Oletko pojat kunnossa siellä?*- are you guys okay up there
Kyllä äiti!*- yes mommy (or something)
Will there be a fourth chapter? Idk...WILL YOU REVIEW?
Edit: Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger...I'm going to be studying a bit this week (Making it worse for you :D lol jk you guys lurve me) so...it may be done at the end of this week, or Saturday
