Runaway
Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 28
Jonah

 I got out of the taxi a couple of streets away from the flat - I didn't want Blain to see me getting out of it. I handed the driver a fiver and she handed me six pounds change. I didn't mind that she took a tip, really- I just wanted to get home. Ha. Home. That place wasn't my home- my home was down in London with Luke. I was tempted to go back to him, but Blain would kill us both and I didn't want Luke to get hurt. I sighed as I reached the front door of our flat, before putting my hand on the handle and opening it reluctantly.

I went to the bedroom first, thinking Blain would still be in bed. He wasn't. Strange. I dumped my bag in the bedroom, then went back into the small hallway outside of it. The bathroom door was open and it was empty, so he obviously wasn't in there. I slipped through the door to the front room - and found him. He was sitting on the old sofa one of his mates had given us when he was getting rid of it. He looked worried and tired. He didn't even seem to notice I was there. I crouched beside him. "Blain?" I said, quietly. "You alright?"

"No," He replied, his voice wobbling.

"What's up?" I said, giving his hand a squeeze.

"I had an argument with Davey," He said. "A big argument."

"Well... what about?" I said, worried now. Several times in the past Blain and Davey's arguments had gone way further than just yelling at each other.

"I... well, I went round last night, just for the chat. And honestly, what he's done to Ryan... you'd have to see it to believe it. Poor kid can barely stand, he's in so much pain," Blain met my eyes. "Davey reckons he's been messing around with you. Has he? Because I won't tell Davey if he has."

"No," I shook my head. "On Thursday when I went upstairs with Davey he looked so upset... so I gave him a hug and told him I was sorry. That's all."

"Oh. Well, Davey's convinced the two of you have been carrying on," Blain shrugged. "Seriously, Ryan's too scared to even speak without Davey's permission- and I'm not even exaggerating. I felt so sorry for the poor little thing- I talked to Davey about it. I told him that maybe he went a bit too far. He called me a hypocrite, but I'd never lose it like that with you or Elliot or Josh or Adam. I said as much as well and he started yelling at me, all sorts..." He broke off, tears trickling down his cheeks. I sat beside him and put my arms around him.

"Tell me," I urged. He sniffed and shifted closer to me.

"He said it was my fault Mum got sick. The shame of having a pathetic, fucked up son like me," He said. "Same with Dad having to be put in the Home. He said it was my fault Lynette walked out. He said I drove her away. He said that Jonno only puts up with me because he feels like he has to. He said... he said that nobody will ever love me."

"Well that's a lie," I said.

"Who the hell does love me, then?" He wiped his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand.

"I do," I lied. It felt disloyal to Luke but I wanted Blain to stop crying. I wanted to make him feel better.  

"Thanks," He said. "You're a sweetheart." He kissed my cheek.

"No problem," I said. He rested his head on my shoulder.

"You smell nice," He observed.

"Yeah um... the guy wanted me to shower with him," It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Oh. I'd best get in the bath today myself," He said, stretching. Then he sighed. "Bugger. No hot water. Davey was right, I really am an idiot."

"No you're not," I said, kissing his forehead. "Hey, in one of the Homes when the hot water broke, we filled the bath with water from the kettle. It took a while, but if you want a bath then..."

"You're smart, kid, I'll give you that. I'll do it later," He chuckled. "But this is nice for now."

"Mm." I replied squeezing him a little bit tighter.

Sometimes, just occasionally, I remembered why I ever fell for Blain in the first plac.

 We both ended up asleep on the sofa- me lying back with Blain on my chest, his hands loosely clasped at the back of my neck. I woke up around midnight and prodded him gently. "Blainey. Sweetie, wake up," I whispered.

"What?" He blinked at me blearily.

"We fell asleep," I smiled sleepily at him.

"Oh. What time is it?" He asked.

"Not sure. Late," I said. "You coming to bed?"

"Mm. I dunno, I can't be arsed," He groaned. "Too sleepy."

"Come on. Come to bed with me," I said. I really just wanted him there for his body heat in the cold room, but I wasn't going to let on. "If you want, I can make it worth your while."

"Cheeky fucker," He said, giggling tiredly. "I think I'm too knackered right now though. I'll come through. Just gimme a second..." He yawned then sat up, taking my hand and walking me through to the bedroom. I shrugged off my shirt and pulled off my jeans, doing the same for Blain. He smiled as he slipped under the blankets with me and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

I sighed, closed my eyes and pretended he was Luke. 

 

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