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• He Didn't Say a Word   13

  Blaine's apartment was so much nicer than my own. When he left for classes and I was stuck by myself, there where all sorts of things for me to do. Unfortunately for me, however, I could not do most of them. My concussion gave me a constant headache that the painkillers only half subsided. Most of the day was spent either in bed feeling sick or hunched over trying to throw up, neither of which made me feel better.All I wanted was for the pain to go away but it never did. Every morning I woke up after only getting two or three hours of sleep. By day three, Blaine started sleeping in the same bed as me. We had not actually talked about how things were going to work between us after I told him about my mother, so I figured him sleeping next to me was a good sign.Currently, I sat in the living room with a bland cup of tea, staring across to the wall. My eyes burned. All I could think about was having the pain stop. The painkillers seemed so tempting. I already swallowed

• He Didn't Say a Word   12

  Blaine sat silently across the table, arms crossed. His eyes stared at me intensely. I was lost for all words at the moment, going silent again seemed like the easiest option. It was less nerve wracking to shut out my own voice again."You don't get to just go all quiet again. Tell me what happened" Blaine pushed. Closing my eyes to rid myself of the tears about to spill, I took three deep breathes before trying to formulate what I was going to say to him."I-- Six years..." I attempted but my voice was too shaky to continue."Don't stop""My-- my mother jumped out the window. I, um, I didn't push her but..." I paused to take another deep breath, "I yelled at her before she... she..."I started crying. It was too much to handle in my current state. Although, I was surprised that I had not gotten angry- only upset.Burying my face in my hands smeed like the only viable thing to do in order to save myself from embarrassment."Let me ask y

• He Didn't Say a Word   11

  My very first hangover was not something I was entirely prepared for. In the chaos of the night before, the last thing on my mind was how I would feel in the morning. Although, it was temporarily forgotten through the unbearable headache that pierced my forehead. When I realized where I was, it got even worse.The rays of the all too bright sun burned my eyes as I cracked them open. I had passed out on the lawn of an unfarmiliar frat house sometime within the last twelve hours. Having no sense of time and or direction, I grabbed my phone from my pocket. It was dead. Groaning, I sat for a moment gauging my surroundings.Luckily for me there were quite a few stragglers walking about like zombies. One of them was bound to have a working navigation system.The first guy I tried to have assist me did not quite understand that I did not speak. So, moving on, I found a woman who was already on her phone. She seemed helpful enough. I was able to find directions from the f

• He Didn't Say a Word   10

  "Ready?" Blaine asked as he parked his car in the grass besides one of the frat houses at his college. It looked pretty much what I expected a party to look like. I had never been to one before, so this was bound to be an awful experience.I opened my door and stepped out onto the slightly damp grass. My feet were frozen in place as I stared at the place. I was not ready for this.From the place I stood, my legs refused to walk until Blaine grabbed my hand and we went intisde. It was like I was a puppy following its owner around everywhere. I had no idea how to interact with people so when Blaine introduced me to his friends, I came off as weird. At least I felt that I did. In the end it did not really matter because most of the people we talked to were already intoxicated.After a few minutes, Blaine asked if I wanted a drink. We went to the bar/kitchen area to find something."Here" Blaine said and gave me a beer. It was not as bad as I expected it to b

• He Didn't Say a Word   9

  Over the past few months I had been so distracted with Blaine that I forgot how scary my own mind was. He made the bad go away for a little while, so when the anger came back, it came back stronger than before.There was a moment just before all of the bad returned where I was living in absolute bliss. Never before had I experienced even a sliver of how I felt then. All good things must come to an end, that is what they say... right? Well, the good did come to an end.I tried to push Blaine away enough so he did not have to deal with the anger I was feeling. In the long run I did not want to lose him, so I tried my hardest to not completely shut him out, knowing that I would thank myself when everything calmed down a bit.It all started when I lost my bracelet. Usually I would take it off to shower so it would not have water damage. I always left it on the back of the sink on a hook I placed there specifically for it. This time, however, it was not there when I

• He Didn't Say a Word   8

  Back at home, I was thinking again. Mostly, it was me realizing how I was lying to Blaine. Or, not really lying, just withholding the truth. I wanted him to know who I was, yet I did not want to lose him in the proccess. Knowing myself, I would probably never work up the courage in the first place to tell him about it. How would I even start? Hi, I'm Killian, your old neighbor who murdered his mother and your parents called the cops. Please forgive me.The more thought I gave it, the more I realized that it was out of the question. He was not allowed to know. That was just a secret I had to hold onto, but it was not like I had not already been keeping it for three years.Blaine invited me out a few more times over the next month or so. Obviously I always said yes. At this point I sunk far too much into this boy to back out now. I think that he was good for me, really brought me out of my shell, or at least when I was with him he did. On my own, I was still the