CHAPTER 14
He just said his back hurts. I admit that I did push him against the lockers but I doubt I used that much force to cause any serious injury or bruising. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous as I watched my uncle fuss over him, I'm only used to him fussing over me and only me since he never got to marry and raise a family of his own.
In his defense, he never got to find his one and only true love and he would rather stay single than make the mistake of marrying someone he would never be willing to go through heaven and hell to give them whatever they desired. The more the years went by the more I started to believe that the old man was willing to die alone if it meant he could never find the one whose soul was meant to merge with his.
The boy turned around so that his back was towards my uncle and me as per my uncle's request. He really was doing everything he was asked like a good obedient he was and my uncle was eating up his fake act. I have had a first hand experience of what kind of person he could be. He was so a wolf in sheep's clothing.
My uncle lifted up the boy's shirt to expose his naked back and I could audibly hear his gasp and clearly see the reason. The boy had a huge bruise forming on his back which seemed to have been very recent and my uncle could tell too. He came to a very fast conclusion that since I was the only one in the boy's company and knew about his status I might have had something to do with it.
As I told you the man knew me well but there was no way I was going to admit to this. Call me a coward or whatever ever but if I own up to this I would be in for it. My uncle had a policy of never bullying the weak and the defenseless, and apparently, right now the boy was falling under both. I started stammering trying to find words that could get the spotlight on me and I found myself looking at the boy for some strange reason.
Maybe I was hoping he would spare me and say I wasn't the reason behind his bruised back, but from our previous encounter I could tell he was not fond of me, so I should stop dreaming. I was ready to give in and say I did it but only accidentally when I was trying to 'help' him when he actually took the heat for me by saying he bumped his back into a table in one of the classrooms.
I couldn't tell why on earth he would do that for me but by how he shrugged his shoulders I could tell that the boy was tired and maybe he wasn't looking forward to any kind of arguing which he realized would occur if I admitted to my fault. Once my uncle's burning gaze was off me and back to the boy I took time studying every inch of his back and once again found myself admiring his physic. This made me feel terrible for coursing the bruise.
My uncle told him about the medication he had in the truck that could help with the bruise and how he would have to leave him under my care. My uncle left after handing him several painkillers and a glass of water to swallow them down with. The moment my uncle closed the door behind him the boy's expression changed and he started glaring at me. See what did I tell you his a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"so ALEX!" I found myself calling out to him for no particular reason but I just felt the need to say his name out loud and when I did I felt nothing but satisfaction.
"Can I help you with anything CHRIS?" if his tone didn't suggest that he was being sarcastic then the smile he wore said it all. This got a raise out of me pretty quickly, I hadn't meant anything when I started this conversation but now I am gonna give him what his asking for.
" I don't know Alex, but an explanation on why you are pretending to be such a golden boy in front of my uncle when we both know the real you would be of much help."
"First of all you don't have a clue of who I really am and second I don't need to offer you any explanation of how I conduct myself in front of other people and lastly what on earth were you thinking telling your uncle the truth about where you found me he could have gone snooping you are fucking crazy!"
" CRAZY! that's rich coming from someone who killed a girl for some strange unknown reason and stuffed their body in a trash can. You know I bet the girl did nothing to deserve such treatment you did it because you are messed up in the head!"
The room suddenly went quiet and all that could be heard was out heavy breathing from how much energy we used when yelling at each other. Alex suddenly threw the covers off himself and got off the bed but didn't make it far when his legs gave out and he fell to the ground. I quickly ran to his side extending my hand out in order to help him get up but all I got was a
"Get the fuck away from me asshole you don't know shit!"
I did realize the words I said when I said them since I did it to spite him so as to get the better of him, and now that am getting what I wanted why am I not swelling up with pride but trying to come up with a good explanation of why I said what I said.