Lealtà {18+}

Asperger's-A kind of Autism. It's diffrent for everyone,remember that.
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Chapter twelve. Weird

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Kimberly Casey

I can't help but to groan at the pain in my shoulder as I sit up from the bed. I groan and massage my shoulder as it ache's pretty bad today. I look down on the bed,seeing Nicola laying there. His white button shirt is open;his six pack on full display and his black hair was a mess. But he looked so freaking good...

I had to remind myself not to stare at him,before the salavia would run down my mouth.

That would be weird.

I stand up from the bed,and walks into the bathroom,locking the door behind me. I watch myself in the mirror. I have dropped a few kilo's during the three weeks I've been here. My ribs are a little bit more visibly and my face is a little bit skinnier.

My black hair is a mess,just like Nicola's. The black hoodie I'm wearing is now dirty,and so the shorts. I take off all my clothes and step into the shower. As I'm in the shower I recall from the last nights events...

"Oh my god..." I say to myself as my hand graze down my face,in the memory of what I told him last night. I told him about Assar...

"What the fuck were you thinking!?" I whisper-yell to myself. A sound of a knock on the door brings me back to reality,making me almost drop the shampoo bottle.

"Shit! Yeah?"

"Are you alright?" A deep morning voice who I know belongs to Nicola asks. "Y-yeah,I just dropped the bottle..." I lie. He can't know that I was talking to myself.

"Okay..."I hear him walk away from the door,leaving me somewhat more relaxed.

After the shower I put the towel around my body and walked out. But I stopped dead in my tracks as Nicola was standing a few feet in front of me,looking at me with wide eyes. He only wore grey calvin-klein boxers...

"Oh,I'm sorry I thought you were done!" He rushed out and turned around. I let out a gasp as I saw the scars that rested on his back...

What the hell?

I slowly walked towards Nicola. My left hand made sure that the towel were safe around my body. I was now a few inches from his back. I could feel him stiffen at my presence,as his jaw clenched a little bit. Without giving it a second thought my fingers touched the scars that looked like coming from a knife or a...whip?

"What has happened to you?" I whispered under my breath,as I let my fingers dance over his back. He turned slowly around,meeting my eyes with his brown ones. He didn't look angry as he did the time I saw the scars that lingered on his arms,and under his tattoos. He looked...emotional?

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that." I said and looked down,my hand now back onto the towel as protection. I looked up as he didn't say anything. I looked into his eyes that now were glossy,with unfallen tears.

You dumbass,you never touch someone without permission.

"N-Nicola?" I said and looked worried into his eyes,he looked behind me and took a deep breath. He then connected our eyes again. Looking straight into my soul. I couldn't read his eyes,but I could see one thing clear;Pain. There was so much pain in those eyes and I don't know how I was supposed to feel? Should I be sad for him? Should I tell him something?