Thread: You Lied to Me, so Right Your Wrong (Raivh & Loveme)

Lying stretched out on the couch, his arms folded behind his head, having ignored her statement that he should have flown the coop when he could have, and that she didnt want to be around him, he heard her feet shuffle over the carpet in the living room. He made no move to open his eyes, or to grab the blanket and pillow hed left untouched at his feet. Despite being bare chested, he felt warm, hot even, and he could when she spoke that she wasnt looking his way. His jaw went taut hearing the tears in her voice, and his stomach tightened into a harsh knot. Further clenching his jaw, he opened his eyes when he heard her heading for the stairs. Each slow step she took to climb up to her room throbbed in his head. When he heard the door shut, he turned onto his side, propped up on his elbow, and stared at the staircase that led upstairs to her bedroom. In the quiet of the house at night, he could hear her clattering around, gathering her clothes to change. It was a long several hours he kept his eyes locked on those steps, his brows knitted together in a crease. By the time he finally moved to lay back down on his back and get comfortable, his muscles and joints were so stiff that he groaned in mild pain. Another several hours passed in silence. Outside, he swore he could hear the snow falling from the sky, knew he heard it sliding from the roof. Turning his head to the side, he glanced at the green digital numbers on the entertainment center clock. It was just a few minutes before five in the morning. His eyelids were heavy with sleep. Sitting up, he dropped his feet to the floor and placed his elbows on his knees. He slid his hands through his short-cropped hair, the brown locks slipping easily through his fingers as he let out a sigh and stared at the carpet between his knees. After a long moment, he lifted his head and rose to his feet. Without moving, he spun slowly to look into the kitchen. The grandfather clock rang out when the hands struck five, and Kayden was padding quietly into the kitchen, rubbing at the tension in the back of his neck. He came to a halt in front of the trashcan. Moistening his lips, he turned the lid up, stepping down carefully on the pedal. After a glance toward the living room, he reached in and retrieved the bunch of letters Bella had carried down to him and asked him to read over. He left the jacket where it was, it was old, and now ruined, and wandered silently back into the living room. Pulling the string on the light, it flickered on, and he crossed over to the switch to dim it, and then walked back to sit on the couch. Sighing, he set the letters down on his right side. For several minutes, he just stared at them, his brow furrowed in uncertain debate. The crinkle of paper was loud when he finally moved to pick up and open the first one. Dear Kaydenit hurts. I love you, Kaydenhow you always treated me and loved meIve kept your jacketeven wearing it right nowBella. Fuck, he breathed, swallowing and folding the first letter back up. Kayden read a few more before standing up. He lifted the couch up and stuck her lettersstill enclosed in their envelopes, a few of them loosebeneath it. The one he kept out was her first, which he folded carefully, envelope and message, and tucked it into the front left pocket of his jeans. His lips parted, and he cursed once more under his breath, Shit. Slamming his fist against the back of the couch, the impact muffled by the fabric and padding, he let his arm fall to his side, his other folded behind his head, and fell asleep. -- It was vaguely that he remembered opening his eyes when he heard her descending the stairs. Her folded letter was stiff in his pocket. He swallowed, and it was about another four hours that he slept on. By the time he woke and sat up, the clock above the entertainment center read 113 pm. With a deep breath in, he glanced around. Jim was seated on the couch, watching a game on the television. From the smell emanating from the kitchen, lunch had already been made. Do you usually sleep this late? Jim inquired in a monotone, focused on the screen in front of him. He was seated in Bellas spot again. Exhaling, Kayden shook his head. There were a couple of cowlicks sticking up randomly on his head. No. His voice was gruff from sleep. Scratching his stomach, he glanced over his shoulder at the staircase and furrowed his brow. Is Bella up yet? Mm, Jim grunted. Been up since nine this morning. He turned away from the TV briefly to look at Kayden, and when he had returned his stare to the flickering screen, asked, You wearing your clothes from yesterday evening? Well, I dont have anything else to put on, Kayden replied in a matter-of-fact manner. So I guess so. No youre not, Jim retorted, shaking his head. Get off my couch and go shower. Clothes are in the closet. Should fit you. Wear a belt. Coughing once, Kayden nodded, and blinked slowly, trying to clear his blurry vision. Alright. With a shake of his head, he got up from the couch. Arms above his head, he stretched, the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and stomach flexing in response, contracting and relaxing. Groaning, eyes closed, he dropped his arms and turned to pad down the hall to Jim and Brendas room. He could hear Brenda around the corner doing laundry, so he entered Bellas parents room without knocking, got a plain grey T-shirt and a pair of jeans out of Jims closet. Then he went to take a shower. When he emerged, his face and neck was red from the heat, and his skin was still steaming. Setting his jeans on top of his shirt, still draped over the back of the couch, he sank down into the cushions. Silence filled the air between the two men, before Kayden spoke up. Do you know where Bella is? Jim grunted and shook his head.