Chapter 3: You

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Days turned into weeks and Christmas was coming up. I sat on the roof in silence alone. I was wondering what it would be like just to jump off the roof and hit the ground. It might be painful, but it would be quick. Yeah, I don't care if it's painful, as long as it gets the job done. The next thing I know a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. "Alfred" I muttered.

"I knew you were here Artie" Alfred started "But why are you so down?" I just let the whole Artie thing slip because he didn't want to call me Arthur, so I just gave in to it.

"I'm always like this. Just me."

"Well true. But never like this. What's bothering you?" He asked taking a seat next to me on the ledge.

"I just can't stay at that bloody f-k-g house anymore. I can't breathe in it. I swear, I'm going to choke on my own breath one of these days." I said bringing my hands and knees close to my chest.

"Is that house really that bad bro?"

"No, it's the best place in the world" I stated sarcastically "Yes it's f-k-g bad! It's hell on earth! If I make one wrong move I'll die somehow!" I looked over at him and his face he wore a concerned look.

"Artie, have you been eating ok? You seem a lot thinner now."

"Not really, I'm just not that hungry all the time." I tried to point out.

"Dude, that's totally not healthy for you!" He ranted "I mean take better care of yourself." He had a shocked expression on his face and I tried to avoid his eyes. But it was as though they were fixated on me and me alone. Alfred finally took his glance off of me only to rummage through his backpack for a few seconds. When he was done he pulled out a cookie. "Have a maple cookie" he continued "My bro Matt made them." He smiled. That smile.

I sighed and reached for one. "You're brother made them?" I asked honestly. He nodded joyfully. When I took a bite I gagged.

"Is it terrible? Or is your body rejecting food?" He asked concerned. I remained silent. Because I was scared to speak. He took this as a bad sign. "How long have you been like this?"

"About a month" I answered reluctantly.

"A month!" he shouted "Why didn't you say something sooner Arthur Kirkland?! Damn it! That's called being bulimic jackass! You're body isn't taking food at all! F-k-g Idiot!"

Now I felt very bad. "Do you ever pay attention in health class?!" He went on.

"Well not enough" I said. I knew what he meant, and I kinda want to die. "I want to die anyway. So don't worry yourself."

"No" he exclaimed "Don't say that! That's the talk of a quitter. You can't quit! You're definitely stronger than this. Artie please, just don't give up…" He now was looking at me again. I avoided eye contact with him but his warm hands moved my face to look at him. Being a complete child I shut my eyes. "Artie, look at me. Don't hide your face, look at me.

"I can't" I pointed out, opening my eyes only to have them covered by my hands.

"Please just look" he pleaded softly.

"Ok" I gave in. When I open my eyes he gives me a gentle hug.

"Just don't speak." Why was he doing this? The next thing I know is that his lips touched mine. I was too shocked to even move. I closed my eyes again and a small moan came from my throat. My arms found their way around his neck and I slid my fingers through his hair. It was like an electric current rushed through me. I moaned into the kiss even more. He slid down my neck, nipping a bit at the skin there. I gasped when he found my soft spot below my chin.

When he was satisfied, he went back to attacking my lips with his own. Obviously, I was a terrible kisser. It's not that I didn't know how, it's just that I plainly sucked. When he pulled back, he noticed something. "Artie, you have a tongue piercing?"

"Random thing to ask, but alas I do. My sister got it for me. We could never afford it, so on our birthday, she surprised me with it. Of course I still have to hide it from our 'guardian' because he is totally unaware of it."

"Well no wonder you're a great kisser" he panted.

"What?"

"I heard people who have tongue piercings tend to be great kissers." He smiled that trademark smile of his.

"I'm not that good at it" I admitted. My face probably really red at this point.

"Sure you're not!" he joked "Oh look! That mark on your neck seems to say otherwise considering I marked you." That sounded totally creepy, but I'll take that as a compliment anyway.

I pulled out my phone to examine the mark. The mark was there alright. As sure as hell is hot. But I noticed that I had a text message from Ivan. I groaned in dismay. 'What the bloody hell does he want now?'

The message read: 'I have a business trip until Thursday. So you're extremely lucky I can't kill you this time. If you want to keep breathing, I expect my home spotless. Got it? Same for your sister. See you Thursday.' I sighed in relief, I can have some time to sleep without fear. For once since we moved in. At least for a week. Even Satan has to take business trips people.

"Everything ok Artie?" Alfred asked.

"Yes. My 'guardian' will be gone for a week. Wanna come to my house tomorrow?"

"Dude of course, since Matthew will be with his 'friend' Gilbert all weekend. I'll text you later and expect to be up late tomorrow." He teased, nibbling a bit at my ear.

If anyone or anything could create a new shade of red, I think I might have been the one to do it. I went up and kissed him again. The bell rang and I had to hurry to Trigonometry or I'll be late. As usual. At lunch I just sat on the roof to think. I couldn't even do that now.

'What's this fluttering in my chest?' I thought as I rushed to my class.