Runaway
Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 10
Luke

 Jonah seemed embarrased to let me buy him anything. He refused to put on a belt when he was trying on the clothes back at my flat. "You need one," I said, sighing. "You're too skinny not to wear one."

"I don't like belts," He mumbled, childishly.

"Why?" I asked, curious. He shrugged. "Jonah, tell me."

"I don't have to tell you fucking anything," He said, moodily, throwing off the charcol-grey sweater he'd had on. Then he sighed. "When I pissed him off, Blain used to..."

"Oh." That made sense. "Well... look, I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," He said. "I just... the memories." He shuddered. We sat in silence for about three minutes. Then Jonah suprised me. He put his arms around me and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Luke." He said. "For the clothes and stuff. And for looking after me. I know... I know I might seem ungrateful sometimes, but I appreciate it, honestly. And me being a bastard with you, effing and blinding all the time and being harsh... it's just my defense mechanism, I guess. Someone asks me something I'm sensetive about and I put my walls up."

"It's fine," I said, hugging him back. He pressed his lips against my cheek then pulled away from me, flushing.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "I wanna go to bed. Is that alright?"

"Sure it is," I said. "You don't half go to bed early." It was an observation, not a way of getting at him. He shrugged.

"Me and Blain had a pretty fucked-up sleeping pattern," He said. "I'd go out about eight to go to... work," He cleared his throat. "Usually I'd get back about eleven o'clock, half eleven-ish. Blain would normally want the two of us to have sex. We'd probably get to sleep about half past one, maybe two o'clock. Then we'd get up about six o'clock, do it again, go to Blain's brother's or to see his Dad in his nursing home, then go back and try to get some more sleep in the afternoon before we had to go out and I had to work again."

"What about school?"

"I dropped out when I was thirteen," He said. Then he smiled. "I used to sneak out to the library while Blain was asleep and read textbooks. I'd sit in there for hours and write all the work in them down on bits of paper I got off the librarian."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I felt such a rebel when I did," He laughed softly. "He never found out. At least, I don't think he did." He stretched and yawned. Then he bit his lip. "If... If I yell again tonight, I'm sorry." He said. "When I used to have bad dreams at home, Blain would kick the crap out of me."

"Well, if you want to talk, you know where I am," I smiled, as he stood up and walked away from me.

He was like the little brother I'd always wanted.

 

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