HEART BETWEEN THE LINES

CHAPTER FOUR

Ky...Stop...I...can't..." I trashed under him, screaming and laughing at the same time.

He had the same wicked grin plastered on his face as he continued with his torment.

"Please...I...can't...breathe!"

He grabbed my hand when I tried using them to punch and shove him away. He locked both of them again with his one hand as the other continued to torture me.

I had to give it to him, the boy was strong, so strong in fact that my strength was nothing compared to his.

Tears were now pouring from my eyes. It felt as if my stomach was on fire. I now understood the saying of "laughing until you felt a six pack forming" because I felt it. I felt the tightness of my abdominal muscles from this ordeal.

"Kyle!" I screamed at him but he ignored my pleas.

"Please!" I cried and laughed as he went for my armpits again.

Suddenly the door to my bedroom banged open, cutting off my scream.

I saw the upside-down figure of my father on the door.

"Kyle stop torturing my daughter and Keya will please you stop screaming the place down!" My father barged into the room.

Kyle instantly got off me and off the bed. He went to stand near the bed, with his arms behind his back and his head bowed, staring at his feet.

"Hi, daddy!" I greeted my father as I shifted into a sitting position, breathing rapidly as if I've just ran a marathon.

My father stared suspiciously at the both of us, his deft fingers rubbing the dark stubble of a beard that was recently growing.

He was a dark-skinned, tall and bulky man of forty five years of age and although he looked threatening, to me he was always my own personal teddy bear. Ever since I was young, when I didn't call him "Daddy or dad", I called him "Teddy". That was quite convenient considering his name was Theodor Reynolds.

"What did she do now?" My father asked Kyle.

"Sir?" Kyle looked up at him in confusion.

Kyle still hasn't gotten over the formality when he spoke to my father. I'd introduced him to my family when Kyle was ten and I, just about to turn ten. Since then Kyle had always called my father in the lines of "Sir or Mr Reynolds". The amount of respect he had for my father was quite obvious, which made sense because my dad was the only father figure Kyle had in his life, and that was excluding the áss that was Robert Reyes, Kyle's father.

"It's usually Keya who's always the instigator," My father continued.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Kyle's face as both men turned and looked accusingly at me.

"That's so true." Kyle spoke.

I glared at both of them and they simultaneously burst out laughing.

I quickly got off the bed. "I'm telling mom that you guys are ganging up on me again!"

"Oh c'mon kiddo." My father folded his arms across his chest.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"What were you guys doing anyway?" he asked.

"Watching a movie," I told him as I moved to my set of DVD's to pick another movie to watch.

"Alright, but please keep the noise down next time," he said.

I looked at him and began to motion for him to go.

He ignored me and started talking to Kyle about football and Xbox games. I turned out of their conversation, glaring impatiently at the both of them. They were laughing, completely oblivious that I was in the room with them.

"Dad!" I interrupted them. "Go away."

My father only grinned at me, holding his hands up as if in surrender.

"Alright, alright. Just remember to come downstairs for dinner in two hours," he said.

"Is Mom cooking?" I asked warily. I remembered the last time my mother cooked. Well it's safe to say that we ended up having a take away that night whilst the fire fighters tried to calm the smoke from the kitchen.

"No, I am." My father scowled at the air as if remembering that day too. "Wouldn't want to burn down the house again." He winked at Kyle and me and then left my bedroom.

Kyle turned to me with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Don't even think about it!" I warned him when he slowly walked towards me.

"Kyle I'll kill you!" I threatened when he put both of his arms out and wiggled his fingers.

His eyebrows shot up at my threat, and he grinned.

"Kill me?" he asked as if not believing me.

"Stay away. Don't even think about touching me!" My hands searched around for a weapon and I grabbed the first thing that came to contact. It was fluffy but I didn't pay attention to it

Kyle laughed when I pointed whatever it was that was on my hand. I looked away from him to the object and silently seethed to myself.

It was a teddy bear. A freaking teddy bear!

"Are you planning to kill me with... that?" he asked, his eyes crinkling with laughter. As I backed once more I became trapped against the wall and he was about a meter away from reaching me.

I stared at him with wide panicked eyes as I searched for an escape.

His whole face was gleaming with a wicked smile that only told me of his intentions.

I manoeuvred my body with the wall but he followed me suit.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and when I opened them again, I gave him a look he only knew too well not to mess with.

Instantly he backed away holding both of his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, I won't tickle you. I got my revenge anyway," he said in a serious tone but in those crinkle green eyes of his there was also mirth.

"Good."

"Good?" He smirked and then he went over to my bed and slumped down on it.

I just stood there staring at his form and admiring how long he was in my small double bed. I mean the guy was so tall he was practically leaning against my headboard and his feet still reached the end of my bed.

May I be damned but the boy looked so appealing and sexy; I could imagine myself on top of him and doing things that were not in the borderline of friendliness.

I shook my head as if to rid myself of the image.

"So what movie are we watching now?" he asked, opening his closed eyes to look at me.

I blushed again at being caught staring at him and quickly before he noticed that I was blushing I moved over to where my DVD's were stationed.

There was no doubt at all that I, Keya Reynolds, was attracted to my best of eight years, Kyle Reyes. I have realized now how I was starting to lust over him, but did he do the same with me?