Chapter 2

He sighed, his breath ghosting over the window his head rested upon. He swore slightly in his head, he shouldn't have listened to the sheriff and gotten into his cruiser, but it's not like he had a choice there was a freaking riffle in his hand and he did not want to make that guy angry no matter how annoyed the sheriff made him feel. He wondered if his truck and stuff would be ok. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the sheriff's eyes focused on him through the rearview mirror. He knew what he was looking at, the burn scars. People never really seemed to be looking at him, but his 'disfiguration', he bet behind those creepy brown eyes a familiar question was brewing. How did he get them? The number one question. It was getting really annoying with the staring.

"You know it's not polite to stare" He gritted out against clenched teeth. His head turned to look at the sheriff, his lips twitched to just scowl at the old man. But he didn't he was brought up better then that. The rest of the ride was silent up to the Hewitt residence; all the while the sheriff wouldn't stop staring. The Hewitt residence was to say the least bigger then he expected, it was almost as big as a mansion, it looked to be a three story house, but it probably wasn't. A wave of awe passed over him.

"Stop gawking and get inside scar-face" came the sheriff's gruff voice. Jovian could feel his blood run cold with that name, it brought back unwanted memories. He followed non- the less, at the corner of his eye, he saw the tall burly man walk in the opposite direction, towards the back of the house. He couldn't help the question that filtered through his mind, why does he wear that? He knew he would never have the courage to ask him, he was very intimidating and you never know what a question like that can make a person do. He followed the sheriff up towards the house.

"May!" yelled the sheriff as he entered the house, he headed towards a door on the left, Jovian wasn't sure if he should follow so he just stood there in the front entrance to the house, he surveyed the interior while he waited for the sheriff or someone to come, he hoped someone other then the sheriff. The inside was almost as nice as the in inside. He could hear whispering coming from the left, then the sound of footsteps approaching. An old woman came into view, she was to say the least 'round', glasses rested on her face, and she wore a cream colored dress.

"Welcome, welcome, my ain't you a handsome young man!" she said, as she peered at him over the rims of her glasses. He could feel a blush begin to creep onto his cheeks from embarrassment. She obviously hadn't seen the scars, they were being covered by his bangs, he was looking at the floor. He looked up at her with a small shy grin.

"Hello…" he said with a small wave, the hair moved from his face, and a small gasp fell from May's withered lips.

"Oh my lord, how did you get those scars!" she said, her eyes were wide. Jovian fidgeted on the spot; it was a delicate subject he didn't feel like speaking of right now. And he told her that, she gave a short nod of understanding before she began to babble on about how great she was to have him, and other such things, and soon the first day was over, his truck was safely parked outside, and his things were safely snug in his room. And soon the days past, and then weeks, and soon he was here for a month. He learned a lot about the family here he learned there names, how old they were, and other such things. But he didn't learn anything about one person, the burly man he had first laid his eyes on in the squad cruiser, Jovian saw him around but he was never around for long, so Jovian couldn't ask him anything. Jovian wanted to get to know him, but he didn't know why. On the night of September 1st Jovian met him for the very first time.

Everyone was gathered around the dinner table everyone but the burly man. Once again he had to hand it to May in his mind, that she was an awesome cook. Twenty minutes into the meal, Sheriff Hoyt opened his mouth.

"So Scar-face…" he said, and Jovian just couldn't take it anymore, he abruptly stood up, and Hoyt was soon found looking into a glare, Jovian was usually a calm level headed person, but the sheriff had gotten on his last nerve with that name. He walked towards the door, and when he was about to exit, he spoke. The politeness from his words was like nails on a chalk board.

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't call me that Mr. Hewitt, it was one of the things I wished to leave behind in the city, but if you can't call me by my name then don't speak to me at all…..sorry May for interrupting, if you need me I'll be outside" he said and then he left the room. To say the least May was angry, not at Jovian, but Hoyt. She came to care about Jovian as if she was her own son. He was helpful and she saw sadness in his eyes, which was similar to her Tommy.

Jovian went up to his room, and grabbed a book on constellations, he left his room and walked down the hall in a silent huff. He never noticed the tall burly man walking his way along the hall. He ran into him.

"...sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going" he said as he looked up to see who it was he bumped into, his eyes widened, it was him. Being is such close proximity made him feel nervous. The burly man just looked at him with his strong hypnotic brown eyes, before he moved along the hall. Jovian gathered his courage.

"Umm…excuse me!" he said, the burly man stalled. "I was wondering...um…if you weren't busy right now, because I'm going to look at the constellations and I would like it if you came with me….we could learn to get to know each other." He finished, the burly man's body seemed to tense, Jovian took it the wrong way; if he could see his face he would have seen his eyes wide with surprise.

"You don't have to if you don't want to…" he said, he wasn't sure why, but he was feeling sad that his offer was rejected. A hoarse rusty voice from little use in a very long time reached his ears. (A/n: I know he doesn't speak in the movies, but he speaks in this story)

"I'll come" it was a mere whisper but to Jovian it was as loud as a fog horn. He felt happy. Jovian nodded his head, and beckoned him to follow, he could hear the heavy footsteps of the burly man behind him, and was suddenly nervous, not one of the scary nervousness like in the movies were you feel like your gonna be killed, but something else, something he couldn't explain, he should probably ask for his name he couldn't keep calling him 'the burly man.'

TBC……..

A/N: sorry it ain't longer, but the parents want me to sleep, stupid Sundays why does school have to be on a Monday!! Please review!!!

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