Unrequited? A Lie Told-A Promise Broken

33. -Fiat & Art-

-Fiat-

The moment we pull in to the white gate Art wraps his arms around Milo and buries his face in his coat.

He's so scared, it breaks my heart.

But he doesn't have to be. Please believe in me baby.

I park the car, hop out and open his door.

Neither him or Milo get out. Art keeps ahold of Milo and blinks up at me.

"I...want to spend time with Milo in the car." He says with furrowed brows.

"You don't trust me?"

"That's not it, I just want to spend time with Milo."

I walk over and kneel in front of him.
"Tell me the truth baby."

He stares at me for a few moments.

"I want to go back home."

"I thought I was your home. You no longer feel safe with me?"

" I don't serve a purpose here."

"You do."

"What?"

"Mine."

"That isn't a purpose."

"How isn't it? You're the only reason I go on. The only reason I'm able to cope. So many people rely on me, look to me now. I look to you. Please don't leave me."

"I'm not."

"Then be brave." I say as I offer him my hand.

He considers it for longer than is comfortable and hesitantly takes my hand. Milo takes the opportunity to hop out and take off running.

Art looks after him.

"It's ok the property is completely closed off. He will explore and comeback."

He nods. I stand and interlock our fingers pulling him from the car.

"I know your afraid but please believe in me." I plead.

"It's not you I don't believe in. I don't believe I can be everything you ask."

"I know you can. I only ask you to be who you always have been everything will fall into place."

I lead him into the house and up the stairs.

Once we are in my bedroom I shut the door.

"We probably should have grabbed the bags." He says turning to me.

"I'll get them." I say as I slip my hands in my pocket and slowly close the distance between us.

Art takes a step back and I step forward.

"Where is Mint?" He asks.

"Doctors appointment. She should be back soon." I say as I take another step forward prompting him to step back.

We do this dance until he falls back onto the bed.

He doesn't say anything only peers up at me as I stare back at him.

"When you look at me like that what are you thinking about?" I ask him.

His eyebrows furrow, "I'll tell you if you tell me."

"What I'm thinking about presently?"

He nods.

I take a breath, "I want to eat you up."