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Ch. 2 Broken
I continued cleaning the counter. The bakery was empty tonight. I would have to be getting home soon. Diana might be worrying about me. "Beth," I called softly. My small chao came out from the kitchen, smiling. I smiled back. "We should be getting home, shouldn't we?" She nodded. I was about to grab my bag when a tall male figure walked into the shop. My heart skipped a beat. A male. Me and Beth were alone. What if he…? The male strolled over to the counter. He had a black jacket on with flames on the arms, red shades that covered his eyes, a white tee under the jacket, black jeans, and black and green sneakers. The male himself was a green hedgehog with long quills that stuck off the back of his head. I tilted my head. He looked familiar. Beth "chao"ed in happiness before trying to hug the male but I pulled her back. "Sorry, may I help you sir," I asked.
"Is there any motels where I can stay," he asked. His voice was very deep and smooth with a slight Spanish hood accent coming through.
"My foster mother owns a motel, I'm sure she has some open rooms."
"I don't have any money but I hope to work for bed and board."
"I suppose she would accept that. Come along, we'll walk with you." I walked from around the counter and walked out the bakery, Beth on my shoulder and the boy walking beside me. "Where is your stuff," I asked, noticing he carried nothing.
"I don't have any. I ran away a while ago."
"Oh. Are you an orphan?"
"No, but I wished I was."
"You don't want to wish that. The consequence of not knowing who your parents are is truly heartbreaking."
"What's your name, girl?"
"Rosalinda." His breath got hitched. "And this is my chao, Bethany- Beth for short. What's yours?" He hesitated.
"Drew the Hedgehog."
"That's a kool name. I like the name Drew!" He shrugged. I smiled. "So where'd you come here from, boy?"
"Not important." I nudged his shoulder.
"Places are important."
"Not really."
"Oh c'mon, Drew, don't be so down. Smile a little!" He put up his shades as his ice blue eyes looked down at me. They were so pretty. He smiled a tiny smile, giving me a glimpse of his sharp white teeth. "You have a pretty smile." His smile dropped as he looked away from me, pushing his shades up.
"I guess."
"Why do you hide your eyes as well? They are also very pretty."
"They're sensitive to brightness."
"Oh. Why is that?" He shrugged.
"I was just born like that."
"Oh. I was born with brain damage if that helps." I felt his eyes' gaze shift to me from under his crimson shades.
"Really? You seem too smart to have that." I shrugged.
"It was an obstacle that was hard to get over but I got over most of it." He smirked.
"You're a strong girl."
"Thanks." We reached the big boardinghouse that Ms. Taylors owned. I opened the door with my key and walked in, Drew trailing behind me. Ms. Taylors was in the living room, knitting. She looked up at us and stood up.
"Hello Rosa, who is your friend," she asked, looking over my head at Drew.
"Drew. He would like to work for bed and board," I explained. Ms. Taylor smiled.
"Why, you don't need to work. I'd be happy to let you stay here of no charge."
"No, miss, I insist," he said from behind me.
"If you really want to. Come, I will show you your room. Do you have any clothes," she asked him, coming toward him.
"No."
"No worries. It's a good thing that I just made some new boy clothes for a guy your age." He nodded. She took his hand and dragged him upstairs talking about how fun it was going to be with him around. I noticed that he kept looking back at me. It was a look of longing. The thought of it made me blush. I went to sit down on the couch. Ms. Taylors and Drew soon came back downstairs. "Dinner's almost done. I hope you like chicken parmesan, Drew," she said.
"It's my favorite, thanks Ms. Taylors," he said, smiling that tiny smile again. Ms. Taylors returned the smile before going into the kitchen. Drew looked over at me with his ice blue eyes as he came toward the couch. He sat next to me. So close that our arms were touching. I looked over at him and smiled. He looked away. My smile dropped.
"C'mon Drew, don't be so down. Turn that frown upside down," I said, poking his leg.
"I'll pass." I tried to ignore that comment. He was seemed so sad that it even made me depressed. He reminded me of myself. Of how depressed I was when Scourge left. I sighed mentally. Scourge. Even years later, I still couldn't forget about him. About that kiss. About his promise to me. I still wondered where he was now. How he's doing. I wonder if he forgot about me. If he moved on to some other chick who caught his eye. Or if he hadn't forgotten about me. If he was searching for me, trying to make up for his promise. Come to think of it: Drew looked a lot like him. I looked up at him. He was staring into space, his eyes distant. He did look like a matured version of Scourge. Maybe…
"Scourge," I said. His eyes flicked to me quickly.
"Yes." My eyes widened for a second as his did. "I mean, who's Scourge?" I narrowed my eyes, sending a silent threat. He must've understood since his eyes flashed with irritation. "Why are looking at me like that?"
"Your name isn't Drew is it?"
"It is."
"Then why'd you answer me."
"Old nickname."
"Yea right, old nickname. Do you think I'm stupid?" He got up and walked out the room. I heard his footsteps go up the steps. I got up and followed his footsteps to the room across from mine. I had just reached there when the door slammed shut. I opened his door and shut it behind me. He was lying on his bed, his face in his hands.
"Go away," he said. I walked up to the bed.
"Tell me the truth. Are you who I think you are?" He took a deep breath but took his hands away from his face and stood up, staring down at me.
"Rosy, please under-"
"You called me Rosy! It is you! You ass-" I couldn't finish my name calling before he pressed his lips onto mine. His hands cupped my face, making my lips stay connected to his. But it wasn't forceful. His grip wasn't tight enough to make me truly stay on his lips but if I pulled away then our faces would still be close. I did end up pulling away and pushing him into the desk that was against a wall. "What the heck," I yelled. He ignored me as he struggled to get up. I saw his muscles strain but he looked in deep pain. He used the wall to support himself as he got up. Even when he was up, he had to lean over taking deep breaths. My anger then turned into regret and worry. "Oh God, are you okay," I asked, running up to him. I put my small hand on his shoulder.
"I'll be fine. Still a little sore," he said.
"Sore from what? What did you do that made you sore? Are you sure you're okay? I'm really sorry!" His lips pulled up into a smirk.
"You're cute when you plead." I growled, making his smirk grow. "There's the Rosy I knew." My small anger faded again, leaving my heart throbbing. He remembered me. He grabbed my small waist, pulling me to him. I looked down. "Rosy, please look at me," he said, his voice soft and sincere now, his teasing tone gone.
"You left me and then you kiss me. How can I look at you right now?"
"I'm sorry about the kiss but I just couldn't wait any longer. I've wanted to do that since I saw you in the bakery this morning." I looked up at him, confused.
"You were spying on me?"
"I was just gonna pass through at first but then I saw you. Watched you all day until you were alone." I mentally shivered as his cold hands went up to my arms, softly grazing them.
"Kind of stalkerish, don't ya think?" He chuckled.
"Sorry, I was just afraid to approach you directly and in front of witnesses in case you flipped out on me," he said smirking. Then his smirk dropped. "But you didn't even recognize my face." I could see the hurt on his face.
"It was dark. Besides, I eventually figured it out. Brain damage remember?"
"You're still smart." I shrugged, looking down.
"Where did you go anyway?" He sighed, letting go of me. He walked over to his bed and sat down. I watched him, leaning against the desk, crossing my arms. He looked up at me.
"Come here," he said, curling his finger. I couldn't help but go over to him. I hadn't seen him in years. Every moment I had that I could be close to him, I had to take it. For all I know, he could be gone in the morning. He grabbed my leg, making me fall onto his lap. I blushed lightly. He noticed but didn't tease me, thankfully. He started rubbing my thigh gently. "I didn't want to leave you, Rosy, but I had to. After that kiss, that promise, I thought I'd kill myself if I ever left you. My parents were fighting when I got home that night and uh, my dad hit my mom too hard and knocked her out." I flinched. He gave my thigh a soft squeeze before continuing the gentle rubbing. "He put my mom in the backseat of his car and told me to pack. I fought with him for hours, trying not to go. To convince him to let me stay here. But he knocked me out too. Put me in the car and drove. When I woke up, it was about three days later. That night was the first night I cried since I was a baby. All I could think about was you and how I let you down. I wondered if you hated me. I made myself believe that you did. I wanted to die since I didn't have you. It didn't help that my mom left, leaving me with my screwed up dad. She did come back eventually but things didn't go smoothly when she did." He paused, his other hand pushing some of my bangs off my face. "A few days ago, my dad flipped out on my mom and I. He beat us badly. I know you're probably wondering why I didn't kick his ass but it's because he had the control over me to which I was scared of him even though he was older, weaker than me. The cops came eventually but my dad was already gone and my mom had been beaten to badly. I got taken to the hospital but I busted out of there and just walked to see if I could find somewhere." His gaze on me grew softer. "Then I saw you. I saw how beautiful you'd gotten, how organized you are, how mature you're body's gotten." He said the last thing with a smirk. I blushed but swatted his shoulder, pouting. "All my emotions of you grew stronger. My respect for you grew, my guilt grew, and my love for you grew. I know after I left you and now just came back into your life that you're probably not too happy with me but I understand."
"I'm not angry with you, I'm just…upset." He looked confused.
"Upset? Don't you wanna rip my head off?"
"Yea, but it's not your fault that you had to go. What matters is that you came back. Accidentally sure, but you still came back." He smiled that tiny but charming smile.
"Thanks for understanding." I nodded. "Can I kiss you again?"
"Get away from me." His smile grew.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said before kissing me. I pulled away but he put his lips right back on mine. He fell back, rolling over so he was on top of me.
"Scourge, get off me," I said, trying not to smile. I liked the warmth of his body on mine.
"No," he said firmly. He started tickling me. I giggled against his lips. He pulled away and started pecking kisses down my neck, still tickling me.
"Scourge," I whined in between laughs. He stopped tickling me as he lay his head on my chest, his ear right over my heart. I blushed. "Now what are you doing?"
"Listening to your heart," he said softly. He put his hand up to his chest. "It's kinda beating to the same rhythm as mine."
"That's kool."
"Yea, really kool." He rolled so now I was on top of him. I moved down so that I would be laying on his chest. His arms held me just right, adding to the fact that I felt safe in them. I felt myself drifting to sleep. I couldn't fully though since we were called down to eat dinner. But that night, he crept into my room, wrapped his arms around me and whispered three words in my ear.
I needed you.
Then all I felt was pain.
Haha, i actually believed that Scourge was good for a second XD Wonder what's gonna happen to Rosy. Hopefully she'll live :)
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