Leave me alone, ESCORT

Chapter 8

/Jane/

The man mumbled cynically, "Yeah, I know, someone showed me after you deserted me." However, I didn't imply that I wanted to pace about in your room. I need to walk around your room to get a sense of where everything is.

As I grimaced, I realized that having someone in my personal space was not something I was looking forward to. Normally, I wouldn't let agents inside my room, but his serious attitude told me that he wasn't planning on leaving until he'd completed whatever task he'd set out for himself. I let out a long sigh and threw open my door, indicating for him to come in with me. "You're completely out of your mind! "I've never had somebody else pace my room before."

His gaze flitted across the room as he went in. My room was simple, save for my sketches, which were strewn over one wall and were all on the same subject — Sam. My sketches were all about Sam. However, no one was aware of this; instead, everyone assumed they were different things altogether - a pair of blue eyes here, a dandelion there, a football stadium with a player rejoicing, a smudge on the edge of his hairline that was the precise form of his birthmark there, and so on.

I had sketched them all the previous year. Although I tried, I couldn't sketch Sam any longer because the pain was too great. My decision to quit feeling anything happened last year; painting Sam just served to bring the anguish back in spades. I didn't show anyone the things I was drawing right now because they were too gloomy. I didn't hang them on my wall; instead, I concealed or destroyed them before anybody could see them and ordered that they be removed.

I'm looking for assistance once more. I was adamant about not returning to the hospital.

"These are really fantastic," Kurt said as he looked at my collection of sketches on the wall.

On my bed, I sat with my knees drawn up to my chest and closed my eyes. "Thank you," I muttered as I watched him gaze at each one one by one, one by one.

"Can you tell me what this one is?" he inquired, pointing to one of Sam's birthmarks.

I shrugged my shoulders and moaned. "Can you describe what it looks like to you? It's one of those inkblot tests that everyone knows about. "It is whatever you believe it to be."

Then he returned his attention to it, c*****g his head to the side and looked at it intensely for a few seconds before he said anything. "Well, it appears that I'm hungry because this appears to be a cheeseburger and fries with a lot of ketchup." I was taken completely by surprise by his hilarious remark, and I broke out laughing, which was out of character for me. He turned back to face me and grinned, almost as if he were pleased with himself. "So I'd best start pacing since it's going to take a while." He looked at me with a contrite grin.

In my room, I sat back against the headboard and watched him move around the space. After starting at the door, he would pace to the bed, then to the closet, then back to the door, then back to the window, then back to the bed. He continued on for approximately twenty minutes without stopping. I just sat there motionless, my chin resting on my knees the entire time, staring at him. He was meticulous in his approach, but I had no understanding why he was doing it.

"All right, I'm through. "I just need to ask you a few questions, and then I'll let you go back to hating me or whatever you were doing before I came in," he continued, a smile on his face. "I'll let you get back to hating me or whatever you were doing before I came in."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "All right, Pretty Boy, tell me what you want to know."

"On which side of the bed do you like to sleep?"

The question is, "What in the world does it have to do with anything?" I could feel my rage starting to flare up once more.

He shook his head, seemingly unconcerned. The reason I need to know is so that if I have to come in and fetch you, I'll be able to find you. "

"Oh, for God's sake, don't be ridiculous! None of the other guards has ever behaved in this manner or asked such ridiculous questions before! No one is allowed to enter the house. "We have security, moron," I said, spitting acid on the ground.

One corner of his lips was twitching with a grin. "Please, just bear with me for a while. I require all of your information in order to keep you secure. What the other guards have done is irrelevant to me; I'm here to stay, so at the very least you'll only have to go through this once."

I couldn't help but chuckle hysterically. "You'll stop, Pretty Boy, believe me when I say that they all do." "Everyone finally abandons me," I asserted with assurance.

His confident grin vanished from his face as soon as I said those words. "Can you please just answer the questions so that I can ensure your safety?" He pouted, as if he were a dog who had been abandoned.

It took a few moments for me to realize that he'd just pulled the cute puppy dog look on me, a trick that Sam used to perform all the time. "Ugh, alright, I'm a middle-of-the-bed sleeper, so that's where I'll be."

“Okay. "Do you have any weapons in your room?" he inquired, casting a glance about to see if he could spot anything. I responded with a shake of my head.

He smiled and nodded. "Do you know how to shoot a gun?"

When I heard the term, I squirmed. I despised firearms because I'd witnessed far too many of them in my short life. "No," I croaked, my mouth going dry at the same time.

Before nodding, he pursed his lips together. "I'll show you how to shoot." Just in case, you know. "You can never be too prepared for anything,"

I shrugged in agreement, knowing that I needed this talk to be ended and that he needed to leave the only place I considered a haven. "Do you think you're finished now?" I inquired, pointed toward the door, indicating that he should exit the room.

“Er… "I just have one more thing to say, but I don't want to upset you or anything," he added, his voice soft. It was time for him to continue, so I took another big breath. "I'm supposed to be your boyfriend," "I'm going to have to touch you from time to time if I want others to believe that lie," I say.

Instantaneously, my heart banged into the inside of my chest, and a wave of nausea swept over me. He shifted his position on the bed closer to mine. The proximity of his approach made me cringe, and I leapt to my feet, my fists clasped together in front of me in protest. "Please don't, please don't," I whispered, my eyes pleadingly fixed on him. My meal was on the verge of being re-assembled.

"I'm not going to come close to you." I'm sorry... Jane, I'm going to need to be allowed to touch you in public if I'm going to pull this off. "Perhaps I'll simply hold your hand," he said, standing by me but making no attempt to approach me.

"Why don't we simply declare we're friends and be done with it?" I made the offer.

He made a shaky motion with his head. “No. The reason they want me to be your boyfriend is so that they can keep the other males from approaching you. "It seems like it's always the males that get you tossed out," he answered, a chuckle in his voice at the time.

"Actually, it's always my temper that gets me sent out," I said, a feeble smile on my face as I took another step back. "Hey, we could claim I'm a lesbian," I said, hoping without hope that he'd agree.

His eyes were on me as I backed up again, and he chuckled to himself. "Let's simply stay to the brief for the time being. I only want you to be aware that I am present to protect you. "I would never do anything to injure you." Immediately, his gaze was drawn to mine as he took a step forward.

I took a deep breath, wondering whether he could hear my heart beating in my chest. He came to a complete halt in front of me and extended his hand, a comforting smile on his face. My gaze was drawn to it, and I shook my head sadly. I couldn't bring myself to do it. It would bring up painful memories of him, and I couldn't bear the thought of him again.

"Please, I'm not able to," I said, swallowing the knot that had been lodged in my throat.

"I will never do anything to damage you. "I want to keep you safe," he said in hushed tones.

Let's not kid ourselves, Jane. Get a hold of yourself! His job is to defend you, and because you're in a house full of people, he has no reason to attack you! Simply move your hand and quit acting like such a pathetic sissy! My mental chastisement had a favorable effect on my confidence, therefore I lifted a shaking hand and placed it in his palm of my hand. His fingers threaded through mine, and he gently squeezed my shoulders. I was taken aback and looked at my hand. It didn't truly feel that horrible; in fact, it was pretty lovely, warm and velvety to the touch. I looked up at his lovely face, and a little contented smile adorned his lips as I let part of my worry go. I smiled back at him.

"Wow, Jane, that's fantastic. We could try holding hands for a short period of time every day, and you'd get used to it before we start college next week," he proposed.

"You won't be here next week, Pretty Boy," I said firmly in response to him.

He shook his head in disbelief. "Jane, I don't quit, and I never stop, so you'd best get accustomed to the fact that I'm here to stay. "I'm going to be around for a while, whether you like it or not," he said, a smug expression on his face.

I snatched my hand out of his grasp and crossed my arms across my chest to protect myself. "I don't require the services of a f**king babysitter!" "I'm capable of looking for myself," I responded, furious once again.

He c****d his head to the side and grinned cruelly. “Really? Do you think you're capable of looking after yourself? So, even if I wanted to toss you down on the bed, I couldn't do so?

Oh, my God! My heart beat faster than the speed of light. "Kurt, if you come near me, I'm going to shatter your gorgeous face," I told him beforehand.