The Price we Pay [Luke]
Jun 28, 2012 14:20:21 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Jun 28, 2012 14:20:21 GMT -5
All I ever wanted was the world
I can't help that I need it all
Jem’s spine erupted into tingles of revolt as Rhen’s soft hand glided along his shoulder. To be touched by anyone right now would have already felt disgusting, but worse yet was the foreign concept that lie in the sincerity of this boy… his enemy’s touch and words. Jem Morgan couldn’t believe in such things as kindness in this harsh, sociopathic world he lived in, and he certainly didn’t want to believe Rhen was capable of demonstrating it toward him. Coupled with the words of concern, Jem couldn’t take this any longer once the boy rubbed his back, coddling him in a way even his mother had never done as a child. His body writhed and the blonde lurched forward, away from this strange source of consolation.
He stumbled as he stood, but looked back upon Rhen with his jaw tight and his green eyes narrowed. “Why do you care what he did or what I have done? Don’t pretend like you care! No one cares and least of all among them should be you!” Jem was becoming more aware of his nearly bare figure in the moment and wrapped his arms around his naked chest as he stood there. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but if you’re trying to mess with my head some more, I’d prefer you just go with your usual route of belittling me. Don’t try to pretend you care, Rhen,” he sneered in disgust as his next words grazed his lips. “You’re worse of an actor than my mother.”
His body gave a small shiver either from the cold, or the harshness of his own words upon himself. This evening had shattered whatever may have been left of his dignity and playing mind games with Rhen Rutherford was not going to get him anywhere. He stood a little taller though, trying to at least exude some assemblage of authority, but the cracks in his voice and the wetness in his eyes betrayed him. “So please, do us both a favor and cut your poor attempt at feigned concern. Go back to the party, tell whatever friends you have just how much you hate me, and leave me alone.” He swallowed back the lump in his throat and made his way to a corner of his bedroom where a stack of folded throw blankets and pillows lay folded neatly upon a cedar chest. He quickly grabbed the topmost blanket, a furry, white number that nearly matched his platinum hair, and wrapped it tightly around himself.
“I’ll be sleeping in another room tonight. Don’t follow me,” he said flatly. He quickly snatched up a lush pillow from the stack and made his way to his bedroom door. He looked back to Rhen for a moment, his dark silhouette outlined by the moonlight from the expansive wall of French doors. That look, whatever it was… the genuine nature of it was too painful to linger upon. With a deep breath, Jem considered saying something further, but couldn’t muster any further strength in his vocal cords. His energy for the day was spent, so with an awkward moment of silence, Jem took his leave from his own bedroom.
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