i'll be good | e.d

sixteen

i turned around to find an attractive young guy standing behind me that looked about college age. his hair was dark brown, messy but put together. and his eyes, his damn eyes.

"oh um, nobody. just..myself." i sounded like a fucking psychopath.

"oh, sounds fun." he chuckled, making me feel a little better.

"are you alone?" he asked me. great, he's gonna abduct me now right?

"um, yeah. i am."

"mind if i join you?" he smiled.

"not at all." i patted the wooden bench and scooted over a little.

he sat next to me sighing, looking out over the water.

"what's your name?" he looked towards me.

"tatum. what's yours?"

"that's pretty, im corey."

nobody has ever really called my name pretty before. it was usually described by others as "unique" or "interesting".

"do you come here a lot?" i swear his grayish green eyes took me to another galaxy.

"no. i haven't been here in a while actually." i looked away.

"do you live close?" i could feel his eyes look me up and down, it made my heart race.

"well, sort of." i hesitated.

"sort of?" he put the arm closest to me up on the bench, almost over my shoulder.

"my "boyfriend" and i used to live about an hour away, but i don't really live there anymore..." i emphasized boyfriend with my fingers.

"sounds like it happened recently." oh god here we go.

"last night actually." i parted my lips in embarrassment.

"woah really? what happened? i mean... you don't have to say but-"

"he was abusive." i blurted it out, even though i didn't want to.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry." he moved a little closer, making me feel comforted.

"yeah, a lot of other shit on top of that caused me to leave too..."

he glanced at his watch, "i've got time, i'll listen."

i hesitated again before i spoke, but i felt like i needed to talk to someone about this. i explained to him basically what's happened over the past year. grayson, the dreams, him talking to us, everything. this guy probably thinks i'm insane.

"that's one hell of a story." he sounded shocked, i don't blame him.

"yeah, my life's a little fucked up. but thanks for listening." i smiled slightly.

"it's really no problem. i've gone through a lot myself." he finally broke eye contact with me.

"i've got the rest of my life to listen, talk away."  i crossed my legs, getting comfortable. he adjusted his position as well.

"well, when i was about six or so my parents were killed in a fire. we had a house way out in california and during the forest fires, it burned. i was the only one that made it out. i have no siblings, so they were pretty much all i had." he bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to let tears stream out of his eyes.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. nobody deserves that." i put my hand on his shoulder.

"nobody deserves to be abused either." he put his hand on mine.

when our skin touched it felt like my pain was slowly leaving my body. like everything i've kept inside has finally left me in peace. it felt amazing, like a high that isn't dangerous, but freeing.

"god damn, your eyes." he almost whispered as he stared deep into them.

"my eyes are boring. look at yours, they're fucking gorgeous."

"i mean i wasn't gonna say anything, but your face is fucking gorgeous too." he chuckled, causing me to laugh as well.

"i'm really glad i ran into you today." he said softly as he gripped my hand a little tighter.

"me too, it felt good to talk to someone."

there was a moment of silence as he looked down, debating on asking something.

"do you have anywhere to stay?" he looked back up.

"no, not really. i mean i have my car, but that's it. i don't have much money on me for a hotel."

"why don't you stay with me?" he was dead serious.

i haven't even known him for a half an hour and i feel like i can trust him with anything.

"are you sure?"

"of course."

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