Outsider Series: Outsider Part 22

"Of course," he said.

"Thank you," I said before sleep took me blissfully for the first time in a week.

fourteen.

When the car stopped I was disoriented for a moment. Then I realized that we weren't at Gram's house but Caeden's.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he murmured when my eyes cracked open.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"Because I'm not letting you out of my sight. At least not yet. Lucinda agreed, right?" he asked Gram as she was opening the car door.

"Reluctantly," she said.

"She said she'd only let you stay here for a few days if she could supervise. I told her that was completely unnecessary. My mom's here after all."

Gram said something unintelligible and started towards the door. Caeden helped me out of the car and into the house.

Gram and Bryce had already disappeared but Caeden's mom stood in the doorway. "Oh, Sophie," she sighed, "I'm so happy you're safe."

"Me too," I said. She took in my battered body and winced.

"I'm sure you want to get a shower and get cleaned up so we'll talk more tomorrow, okay? I'll make you a big breakfast," she said emphasizing with her hands how big. "You look like you've lost fifteen pounds. You're no more than skin and bones, you poor thing."

"I feel like skin and bones," I said.

She came forward and gave me a light hug, her hands fluttering, frightened to hurt me. "Caeden will take care of you. I'll make you a snack for when you come out of the shower, okay? And don't worry, if you can't eat anything, it won't hurt my feelings, but just try," she said with a mothering look and patted my hand. I saw her disappear into the kitchen.

"Come on baby," said Caeden. He held tightly to my hand and we started upstairs. I had never been upstairs before.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To my room," he said.

I couldn't help the blush that flooded my cheeks. "Does your mom and Gram know about this?"

"Mom knows," he said and then grinned wickedly. "And what Lucinda doesn't know won't kill her."

I laughed at that. "You're probably right. I think it'll take a lot to kill her."

"I agree completely. She's tough as nails." He turned down the left hallway and then stopped in front of a door. He put his hand on the k.n.o.b and said, "Promise not to laugh?"

"I won't laugh," I said rolling my eyes.

"Promise?" he smirked.

"I promise," I said.

He swung the door open, turned the light on, and said softly, almost shyly, "This is my room."

The walls were a blue gray color that instantly calmed me. He had a queen size bed pushed against one wall; it was dark wood with a high headboard with spindles and four posts. The posts at the bottom of the bed were shorter than the ones at the headboard though. His sheets were a medium gray color and the quilt that covered his bed was various shades of gray and blue. The window beside his bed overlooked the backyard and the left window overlooked the side yard. There was one door that I a.s.sumed was his closet, the one we came through, and a third door that I a.s.sumed to be an attached bath.

A couple of guitars hung on the wall, along with what looked like a violin, and ukulele. The floor was covered in a squishy white s.h.a.g carpet that felt heavenly against my feet. Several bean bags chairs littered the floor in front of a flat screen T.V. I could see an Xbox and PlayStation. Boys and their games, I thought to myself. His dresser matched his bed and the top of it was surprisingly neat. Even his bedside table wasn't cluttered. His bedside lamp made me laugh. It was a bulldog wearing headphones with a gray shade. I noticed the light on his dresser was a stick figure playing guitar. A dear head made out of twine hung above his bed. An aged wood mirror hung above his dresser. What looked like an old work bench sat in the corner serving as a desk. The top of it was littered with a pieces of paper covered in black ink and in the midst of it sat a very sleek looking laptop. I suppressed a chuckle when I saw the mini fridge beside the desk. Various wall art was hung about, intermixed with sports trophies and pictures of Caeden as a child.

I saw one of Caeden, fis.h.i.+ng with his dad; he held his catch proudly in the air displaying his missing front teeth. There was a picture of Caeden holding a newborn Bryce. Another showed Caeden dressed as Superman and Bryce as Batman as they posed on the porch steps. There was a picture of just their dad setting up a tent, his smile was much like Caeden's, but his eyes were a deep rich brown. One picture that made me smile was of their dad, Caeden, and Bryce all lined up in a row playing golf, all were in the same pose. Arms swung back, club in the air, and foot crossed watching to see where the ball would land. There was another one where Caeden was rolling around in the sand at the beach trying to fend off Murphy's ma.s.sive tongue.

I turned back to look at him taking in all that made up his room, made him, and smiled.

"Do you like it?" he asked sheepishly. "I think my mom might have gone a little crazy at Pottery Barn."

"I love it," I said, "it's very you."

He laughed and looked around. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"I like how you have pictures of your family out. It's nice," I said.

"You can't forget my friends," he said pointing to a recent picture of the pack that looked like it had been taken over the summer. They all smiled goofily as the ice cream they held ran down their fingers in sticky rivulets. He looked at me. "I need to get a picture of you up here," he said.

"Oh no," I said, "no pictures."

"Oh, yes," he said wrapping his hands around my waist and kissed my cheek. "I have to a have a picture of my girl."

"How about this, you can have a picture when I'm not covered in bruises, deal?" I suggested.

"That sounds fair," he said and moved towards the third door. He opened it and sure enough it was a Jack and Jill bathroom. "There are towels and wash cloths under the sink and so are spare toothbrushes." He looked in the shower and smiled shyly, "I don't think you want my and Bryce's guy smelling stuff so I'll go see if I can borrow something from my mom. I'll be right back," he said.

I proceeded into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror at all costs, and turned on the shower getting it nice and hot. I had just pulled out a towel and cloth when he returned with various shampoos and body washes. He dumped them on the counter and then went to the other door that led to another room. "Bryce," he called. I heard a mutter from inside and then Caeden said, "I just wanted to let you know that Sophie's using the shower so please don't break the door down." Another grunt and Caeden closed the door. "Little brothers," he muttered. He looked around the bathroom obviously embarra.s.sed. "I'll... uh... leave you to it," he cleared his throat, "Take your time and I'll find you something to wear."

"Okay," I said. "And thanks."

He kissed me quickly on the cheek and then closed the door behind him.

Everything in the bathroom was an updated black and white look. Much like the kitchen below. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash and placed it inside the steamy gla.s.s shower. I stripped my clothes and threw them in the trash can. I never wanted to see that outfit again. I climbed in the shower and flinched at the feel of the water beating down on my sore body. Instead of healing it was hurting. Silent tears leaked out of my eyes at the pain. It was a miracle I didn't have any broken bones. I began gently scrubbing the dirt and grime from my body. The water that swirled down the drain was brown and red and nearly made me sick. It took me forever to wash the dirt and tangles from my hair. My hair felt like one big rat's nest. Finally satisfied that I smelled decent and didn't resemble a sewer person I climbed out of the shower.

Upon hearing the shower cut off Caeden knocked on the door. "I found some clothes and my mom gave me a hairbrush," he said through the thick wood.

I made sure the towel was secured tightly around my torso before opening the door. His eyes glazed over when he saw me. "I know," I said, "I still look horrible."

"You're beautiful," he said, "you always are."

"Even when I've been strapped to a table and tortured?" I asked softly.

"Even then," he said. "Oh, here," he said handing me the clothes.

"Thanks," I said, "I won't be long."

I closed the door again. He had brought me a pair of his old boxers and a gray t-s.h.i.+rt. I found myself inhaling the scent of him that wafted off the s.h.i.+rt. A slight smile lifted my lips. Even his scent was perfect. I was thankful for the hairbrush and set to work brus.h.i.+ng out the clump of hair.

I was still shocked by my appearance in the mirror but I knew it couldn't be half as bad as what I looked like before. My body was littered with bruises. I resembled a human punching bag. And speaking of bags, the ones under my eyes were the size of Alaska. My lip had a cut in it that was blistering around the corners. And there was no hiding the emblazoned, Liar, on my arm. It shone like a beacon. I quickly worked out the tangles in my hair as exhaustion started to take over.

After I brushed my teeth I opened the bathroom door and turned off the light. Caeden was stretched out across his bed in sweat pants and a Cage the Elephant t-s.h.i.+rt. He was strumming his guitar and humming to himself. He put the guitar down and opened up his arms. "Come on baby," he said, "you're home now."

I crushed myself in his arms. He held me closely but still hesitantly. "Oh Caeden," I cried. "I thought I'd never see you again."

His hands tenderly stroked my hair. "When I got back..." he choked on his words. "When I got back to the store and you were gone and I saw the mess... I just knew it was them. I had wondered at the other set of tire marks but it didn't click with me until I came inside and you were gone. Normally, I can contain my wolf but I was so scared for you that I s.h.i.+fted right there in the store and ran out the back. Imagine the people who saw a wolf running down the road? Thank G.o.d it had snowed and many people weren't out. I called the others and then we had to meet with the council. It's against our laws to attack another pack without just cause. I was furious. The Grimm's had you and I had to sit around and wait for council approval. It was maddening. Finally we got approval but then were faced with the problem of finding you. We had no idea where you could be. But Archie knew. It's a miracle you already found your familiar. Without him I don't think we would have ever found you but I would have never stopped searching. I can promise you that. I would have searched for you until I was old and gray."

I snuggled closer to him. "I believe you. But I didn't want you to find me."

"Why?" he asked puzzled.

I traced the wrinkle in his brow. "Because they were using me to get to you. They were going to kill you. I could take anything they dealt me if it meant you were alive. It was worth it as long as your heart kept beating," I said putting my hand over his steadily beating heart to reaffirm my point. "Would you not have felt the same?"

He sighed. "When you put it that way I would've felt exactly the same."

I cupped his face with my right hand. "I love you," I said.

"I love-," and then he stopped. He grabbed my arm and sat up so that I was sitting in his lap. He held my arm out. "What is this?" he asked angrily.

I rubbed at the letters like I could erase them. I couldn't though. "Travis," I whispered fearing his anger.

"Why?" he practically growled. He gently traced the word with his finger but it still sent a s.h.i.+ver of pain up my spine.

"Because I lied," I said simply. "I told him that I was really adopted, which of course I'm not, and he didn't believe it. So, he did this," I said holding up my arm.

"I hate that they did this to you," he whispered.

"What's done is done," I said.

"Maybe..." he said, "maybe not."

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.

"Well..." he said thoughtfully. "In the legends mates could always heal one another. I don't know how it's done but I can try," he said. "It should be instinctual. I was just scared to try in front of the others," he said looking down at the comforter in shame, "in case it didn't work."

"I understand," I said. "But try. Please," I begged.

"Okay," he said his hands fluttering around my body like a spastic bird. "Um... lay down."

"Alright," I said climbing off of his lap and stretching out on his bed.

"Okay... Concentrate... you can do this..." he muttered to himself. He closed his eyes and a wrinkle formed in his brow. Suddenly his hands began to glow.

"Wow," I murmured. "Amazing," I added when his hands began to glide over my cuts, sc.r.a.pes, and bruises. Not only did his hands heal me but his breath did too. He would breathe on an injury and it would disappear just as quickly as it did with his hands. The healing process accelerated right before my eyes. Cuts sealed, scabbed over, and then disappeared altogether. Bruises rapidly changed colors and then faded to a healthy pink. His finger skimmed my lip and I felt the split seal and be replaced by healthy pink tissue.

Last he came to the word, Liar, engraved into my skin. It turned to a faded white, s.h.i.+mmery scar, but would not disappear beyond that. I watched sweat break out on Caeden's brow as he concentrated. The light flared brighter and still it stayed. He removed his hand and leaned down, as if to kiss it, and breathed on it like he had with some of my other injuries. Nothing.

He sat back and looked at me. "It's okay," I said.

"No it's not," he groaned. "I can heal everything but this, why?"

"I don't know," I said and cupped his cheek with my hand. "But I don't care. You healed everything else and I feel amazing. This," I said looking at my arm, "is nothing."

"It's everything," he said.

I bit my lip to hold back tears. I sat up and looked him in the eye. "Does it bother you that much? Are you grossed out by a scar? Do you... do you see me differently now? Am I forever marred in your eyes? What is it? Why does it bother you so much?" I demanded.

His eyes were full of hurt. He gently traced my jaw. "I could never see you differently no matter what. You could be covered in burns from head to toe and you'd still be the most beautiful woman in the world to me. What bothers me is knowing that Travis did this to you and that it will be forever imprinted on your body. A sickening reminder of what they did to you. That's what bothers me."

I covered the words with my hands. "I don't need this to remind me of it Caeden. It will be in my mind forever. This is just a flesh reminder. But I have to move on. I can't let this break me because that's what they want. I won't give them that satisfaction."

He pulled me to him and kissed me. "You're so much stronger than I give you credit for."

I smiled and leaned against his chest. The steady beating of his heart comforted me. It was so strong, just like him. It's steady rhythm began to lull me to sleep. He pulled the quilt and sheet back and tucked me under it and then pulled me against his chest. He kissed my ear and fingered my hair. "Sleep now. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?" I asked fighting my heavy eyelids.

I could feel his smile. "Promise," he said. "I love you," he whispered.

"Love you more," I said and then fell asleep to his soft laugh filling my ear.

When I opened my eyes Caeden's soft snore filled my ear. A smile plucked at my lips. His arms were wrapped around me and he had me coc.o.o.ned in his arms like I was some kind of precious childhood teddy bear. I wiggled in his arms so that I could face him. I didn't want to waste this time. I wanted to take in his beautiful, peaceful, face uninterrupted.

I traced his perfectly arched brow, smoothing the chaotic hairs there. Next I moved to his straight and defined aristocratic nose. It was perfectly proportioned to his face and didn't compete with his strong chin and jaw. His lips were sinful. They looked like an ancient sculptor had chiseled them from marble. But instead of cold and immobile they were warm and itinerant. His cheekbones were perfectly sculpted and strong. They contrasted nicely with the dusting of dark brown scruff that always covered his face. I put my hand against his cheek relis.h.i.+ng in the way the p.r.i.c.kly hairs felt against the soft skin of the palm of my hand. In his sleep, his lips flickered into a smile.

A minimal amount of light sifted in through the closed blinds. I guessed it was a little after seven in the morning. I knew after what I had been through I should still be exhausted but I wasn't. Instead I felt remarkably energized. I figured it was a combination of Caeden healing me and then just sleeping with him. I had felt similar the night we had slept on the couch together. We were more compatible than I had even imagined. I mean, who knew that just sleeping in the same bed as someone could make you feel this good. It seemed impossible.

I watched him sleep peacefully for a couple more minutes and then he began to stir. His eyes slowly blinked open and he smiled when he saw me watching him. He pulled me closer to him and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Morning beautiful," he said. His blue eyes captured mine and I found myself drowning in their endless depths.

"Morning," I smiled.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Starved," I replied with a giggle as my stomach began to growl obnoxiously.

He chuckled and sat up. His hair was delightfully ruffled on the side like a birds feathers. He stretched his arms, yawned, and climbed out of bed. "I'll make you breakfast," he said taking my small hands in his larger ones and pulling me from the bed against his chest.

"You can cook?" I asked skeptical.

"Are you dissing my mad cooking skills? I make a mean cupcake and you know it," he grinned.

"What's with all the angry words?" I joked. "Mad? Mean?"

He pouted his full bottom lip. "Don't mock me," he jested.

"Alright, so prove it to me that you can make something besides a cupcake," I said sticking my hip out and placing my hand on it.