Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

goodbye to him. I could tell he was nervous as he turned again, peeking at me.
    I waved at him. “Hey.”
    He smiled, but it wasn’t the peaceful one he had given moments before. Instead, it was a tense smile, which made me laugh. “Aimes?” he spoke carefully, not getting up from the chair.
    I nodded, wanting to cry with relief. He removed his headphones and looked at me. “You okay?”
    I nodded and chewed my lower lip. I couldn’t hold back the dam of emotions. It burst free and I lost control of myself.
    He rushed to my side holding me. “Did someone hurt you, Aimes?”
    He wrapped around me squeezing the life out of me. I let him cocoon around me and make me feel a sense of safety, even if it was fleeting. Even his love couldn’t save me from what was coming.
    I cried in sheets, like the cold coastal rain.
    It poured out in sobs and heaves.
    I had lost it.
    His shirt was getting soaked where I cried and left different forms of my bodily fluids on it. I started laughing, finding it funny I had thoroughly snotted his shirt.
    He pulled me back, his eyes were intense. “Did someone hurt you?”
    I nodded. “Sort of, but I did it to myself.”
    I wiped my eyes dry with my sleeves, as he passed me a tissue. He took an extra one for himself and began wiping his shoulder. He looked horrified at the wet mark.
    I laughed harder, unable to control myself.
    He frowned at me. “I’m glad you find it so amusing that you’ve left nasal secretions on my shoulder, dear God.”
    His fussing over the shirt made me laugh more. I couldn’t look at him without being sent into a fit of giggles again. I turned away from him for a moment and straightened my face and waited for the fit to pass by.
    He left the couch and sat across from me on the other leather couch.
    I looked at him gravely when I finally found my calm.
    “ Something terrible has happened and I don’t know what to do. I’m putting you in terrible danger coming here, but I don’t know where else to go.”
    He shook his head. “Aimes, whatever is going on, we will find a rational and sensible solution. I’m still your best friend, even if I haven’t acted much like one.”
    I shook my head. “I haven’t either Blake and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t care who you date. I was being petty.”
    He smiled. “I should have told you the truth years ago. I thought, honestly, that you knew. I’ve been head over heels for that twit forever.”
    I nodded, not smiling.
    I couldn’t bring myself to smile. I dreaded what was about to happen. I knew the possibility that he would either commit me or kick me out, lingered in the air as I started to speak.
    “ Remember when you asked me to just listen and hear the whole story, before I slapped you and walked away?”
    He nodded, looking confused.
    “ I need that same favor. But I need you to act like, an adult not the child I acted like. Is that possible?”
    He nodded again, sitting back on the couch getting comfy.
    My stomach twisted and turned, as my nerves prepared the rest of me for the worst-case scenario.
    I took a deep breath and started. I watched as his brain was translating and diagnosing me as I spoke.
    He couldn’t understand what I was saying and couldn’t imagine any of it would ever be real. He had a scientific reason for everything I said. I ignored his looks and continued speaking, until I got to the very end of the story, which landed me on his couch crying and homeless.
    Blake sat there, looking very lost at the end of the story.
    I looked at him, pleading with him. “Blake, I want you to think about who is telling you this, look at me. Have I ever given you cause to not trust something I was telling you?”
    He shook his head slowly. “What are you becoming?”
    I didn’t have an answer, I shrugged still watching him take it all in.
    “ You ran from the bus stop at Miller’s Crossing, all the way here in a day?” His voice was empty, no accusation or feeling.
    I nodded, wanting him to believe me, so that I could finally rest a bit. I wasn’t tired in the regular sense, but I was tired of not feeling safe.
    He took a deep breath. “Okay, I am going to go with you on this one, until I can either disprove or solve it.”
    My eyes lit up. “I can stay here with you?”
    He frowned at me. “Why wouldn’t you stay here with me? You thought I would kick you out because you drank alien blood from that guy and don’t require sleep or food anymore?”
    I nodded, as he got up from the couch