Or is here out of guilt?
“I can look after myself, Kai. I can go home,” I say. His eyes shoot up and he glares at me.
“You can’t look after yourself and you do need help. Kristy, I’m going to ask you something and I want you to answer me, okay?” I nod my head and he looks to the floor then back at me. “Do you remember me?”
I shake my head, not understanding what he’s talking about.
“We met at a coffee house, then again at a bar that’s across from the college. Do you remember?” His hands stop on my thigh while he looks at me.
“No. I remember bumping into you at the coffee house, but I’ve never been to that bar because it’s not for college students,” I say, remembering the look of that rundown place.
“Do you know who Kayla is?” he asks.
I remember that name. Tyke mentioned it the first time I saw him.
“No, but I have heard it from someone before,” I tell him. He places the towel back around me and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Who told you that name?”
“Tyke did. He came to my apartment looking for her. I told him it was the wrong address,” I say, resting my head back against the pillow.
“Who is Tyke, Kristy? You’ve said that name more than once.”
“Tyke is Detective Black. He was in my class. I’ve seen him outside of class a few times to eat.” His face grows serious and he shakes his head, then grabs his cell and walks out of the room. I hear his muttered talk and try to listen to what he says, but I can’t hear much. He returns not long after and sits back next to me.
“What did Tyke want, Kayla?” he asks.
I shake my head, because I don’t know. I didn’t know the name, so why would I ask?
“If you see him again, I want you to call me immediately. Can you do that?”
I nod my head solemnly, not understanding what he’s talking about, but I trust him.
“You have to see Dr. Walker tomorrow, so I’m going to make you appointment. You need to get better. My heart can’t take finding you like that anymore, Kristy. Promise me you will see him?”
“I promise,” I say and reach for my cell. Kai takes it away from me and pulls the blanket around me.
“I spoke to your friend Julia, she knows where you are and I keep her updated. Well, actually, she calls my cell every hour, which is quite fucking annoying,” he smirks softly and shakes his head.
“She’s a good friend. I feel bad for her seeing me like that and I feel disgusted that you have to,” I say and look down and pull the blanket up further.
“Don’t ever feel anything but beautiful around me, because that’s how I see you. You may be broken Kristy, but we can put you back together. Have faith in us. I won’t ever ask you to do something you’re not ready for.” He leans in and kisses me on my forehead again. Those kisses are beautiful, but I also wonder why he won’t try anything else.
I watch as he walks out and tell myself I can do it. I can beat it for him. I’m not sure if it’s love I feel for him though I know it’s a strong feeling. I’ve never felt like this toward a man before, especially one that has seen me at my worst and tried to help me put myself back together.
Sensory neurons change light, touch and sound into neural signals, which are sent back to our central nervous system to help our body understand and react to its surroundings.
The weekend flew by. We talked and stayed in bed and watched movies. Kai kept my demons at bay and slept next to me every night. I don’t think it was for comfort tough, I think it was more for my safety. I wish it was the other way around, but I don’t see the possibility in that. He treats me like I’m a fragile doll and it scares me that he sees me like that now. I don’t want him to. I want the old looks of lust and the genuine smiles.
Today I have a doctor’s appointment with Dr. Walker. I don’t know how that is going to go, but I hope it helps me in some way. With any luck, I can get Kai to stop treating me as a fragile human that might crack. I watch while he walks out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. A part of me is disappointed that he didn’t walk out naked like last time, but as I said, he thinks I’m fragile.
His kisses have only been short over the weekend, a kiss on the forehead here and there. There were times I wanted to grab him and kiss him to show him I am not so breakable, but I couldn’t do it. I look at him, now getting dressed, and then look down at myself. My bandages are covering my damaged skin so you can’t see any cuts. I have on a sweatshirt and tracksuit pants, nothing attractive, but it will do. I walk to him once his pants are on and trail my hand up his back. He turns and captures my hand and kisses it, then walks off to pull on a shirt.