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Chapter 35: The call

I wake up with an arm tightly wrapped around my waist and my back pressed up against a rock hard chest. Heath. I smile at the warmth I feeling with just lying next to him.

Last night, he told me something that he's probably not told anyone not even Jen. Now everything makes more sense to me about him, of why he acts the way he does and why he's so distant at times.

He's scared of life. He watched his parents get murdered and it's been imprinted in his mind. I hate to admit it, but Heath and I are way more alike than anyone knows. It scares me.

As much as I know Heath, I can tell that he hasn't told me the whole story. He stared into my eyes to read me and I read him instead. There was a part of him feeling guilty for not telling me, but I wasn't going to push it and make him feel even more guilty.

He knows who the man was, but he didn't tell me and I have a feeling Heath is not going to give up before getting revenge on that man. 'Hey, did you get anything?... No! I don't care.! I'm paying you aren't I?! So stop telling me what or what not to do!' I just hope that this conversation, I overheard him have, has nothing to with the man.

All I know for sure is if a man can kill two people, with his own two bare hands, in their own house, he's dangerous.

I feel Heath loosen his grip so I turn around under his arm to face him. His hair was scattered in different directions and the bags under his eyes started to fade. For once he actually looks at peace with himself. I've never seen him like this, but I wish I could do something to help him so that he can stay like this for his whole life.

Heath's eyes peel open revealing his brown eyes. This time they're so light someone could easily mistaken them as hazel. A smile stretches out on his lips. "Morning." His voice a little groggy.

"Morning. How'd sleep?" I ask. I honestly had no idea what I was doing, last night, when I asked him to sleep with me. I just wanted to help him in anyway I could no matter how annoying or rude he has been to me.

"It was the best sleep I've had in over fifteen years." He admits.

"Well I'm glad I could help." I smile back.

"So you're not mad I touched or changed you?" He asked a little nervous. After I woke up, I noticed I wasn't in the same clothes I fell asleep in. I was a little mad and kind of embarrassed I guess, but I remembered the promise I made to him. He was just helping and it definitely worked. The pain had vanished completely and I felt a million times better. I also noticed that I was in his room, in his bed. His room was very neat just like his dorm. It was very standard and plain nothing really popped out.

"Nope. I promised, remember?"

He chuckles," Yeah." His arm was still firmly around me though now my front side was completely up against him. "Look ah what I told you last night-"

I cut him off," I won't tell anyone. I promise. And I'm glad you told me I hope it helped."

"More than you think. And thank you."

"No problem. That's what friends are for."

"Do friends sleep together too?" Both Heath and I's head snap to look at the direction of the voice, and there Jen was giving us a skeptical look with her arms crossed over her chest.

Heath and I look at each other. He jerks his arm away from me and we both sit up," No, it's not what it looks like." I answer.

"Are you sure?"

"Very." I say as I get up. Jen stares at me like all hell broke down. I look down and face palm myself. I'm wearing Heath's clothes. Fuck my life. "I-I can explain!"