"Okay Princess we've been shopping for five hours now and I'm drowned in bags can we go?" Heath complains.

After I ate, we started shopping again and this time I actually bought stuff like a lot of it. Heath made a deal with me saying if he carries all my bags he gets to annoy me as much as he wanted. So I took it, to be honest he hasn't been that annoying mostly because he's tired of carrying the bags around.

I was done shopping an hour ago, but it was funny seeing him struggle. I volunteered to carry some of the bags, but he said something about keeping his word and a man's pride. "Princess?" Heath asks.

"Yeah, yeah we can go I'm done." I reply. We walk down to the parking lot and towards his car. He puts everything in the trunk and I didn't miss seeing two perfectly wrapped gifts laying in there. "Oooo is that mine?!" I ask like a kid. I reach for it, but Heath smacks my hand away," Ow!" I frown.

"Maybe, maybe not." He says before slamming the trunk shut.

"Aw! Come on!"

"Nope." He smirks getting in the drivers seat.

I walk over to the passenger side and sit down. The smirk is still plastered on his face," I was done shopping an hour ago." And his smirk gets transferred to my face as my scowl to his.

"Bitch." I hear him mumble to himself.

"Ah did you say something?" I ask smirking.

"No." He growls. Heath starts the engine and starts driving.

"Where are we going?" I ask since it's only four.

"To the movies." He says.

"Ooo what movie?" I ask.

"Scorch Trials."

"Seriously?! Oh my god I loved the first movie and Dylan O'brien." I sigh. Dylan is hot. Heath chuckles at my response.

"The chicks hot too." He smirks. Why is he smirking?!

"The girl is not hot she's simply cute." I protest.

"You're a girl you would say that."

"And you're a guy. You call every girl hot."

"Not you." He says and I can't help, but feel a little hurt by his statement. It's just Heath, right? I shouldn't care what he thinks. I don't reply to him and the rest of the ride goes quietly.

Heath pays for the tickets and I don't argue with him. I didn't even feel like talking to him. The whole theatre was packed except for two seats at the very top. Heath climbs up the stairs and I follow him.

I always feel awkward walking up the stairs or down when the theatre's packed because I can tell everyone's looking at us.

After saying "excuse me" about twelve times and making someone almost drop their food, we finally it make to the seats.

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The movie was great and the best part was that I didn't have to talk to Heath during any of it. I'm not mad that Heath doesn't think I'm hot or maybe he does I don't know, but it still kind of hurt and I won't let it go so easily.

It's seven thirty now and Heath has decided for me that I am hungry, and is taking us to a restaurant.

Once we get there the usher takes us to a table and I start scanning the menu. The restaurant wasn't big, it was small and decent.

The waiter comes," My name's Noah I will be your waiter today what could I get for you guys tonight?"

"Italian pasta with tomato and coke as the drink." Heath answers.

"I'll take a grilled chicken salad and lemonade as the drink." Noah writes everything down.

"Okay I'll be right back with your food." Noah scans me and sends me a knowing smirk. I couldn't help, but blush because the guy is fricken hot. He had blue eyes, a tanned skin tone, and brown hair. His white dress shirt lined his muscles perfectly.

"You done?" Heath asks rudely.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"I was asking Noah."

Noah clears his throat," Yes." He says. Noah sends me one last smile before going off somewhere else.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask.

"What?"

"Why would you act so rude?"

"He was checking you out."

"So?"

"So you have a boyfriend."

"Yes I do and I know that, so you don't have to remind me." I answer back.

"Well maybe if you didn't act like a slut and blush when he was checking you out maybe I wouldn't have to remind you."

"Don't start with me Heath." My hands form into fists and I hide them resting them on my thighs trying to control the anger pumping through me right now. Why can't we ever have a civil conversation?! Heath clenches his jaw in anger. The vein on his his forehead displaying itself.

Noah walks in with the food. He was about to put my lemonade down when I stopped him," Can I get scotch instead?" I ask. He looks a little unsure, but then notices the tension and nods.

I start eating my salad and Noah soon comes back with a glass full of scotch," Thank you." I smile. After he leaves, I chug the cup of alcohol down not caring about the burning sensation. Fricken Heath. I continue eating my salad as I only feel a little hazy.

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The drive back was silent; almost deadly. None of us spoke a word and Heath was currently parking under ground of his house. The pain in my stomach returned fifteen minutes ago and I feel like it's going to be worst than before.

As soon as Heath parks the car I climb out. I stop when I have no idea how to get inside from here. I turn around and see Heath walking the other way. As soon as I take a step a sharp pain travels through my lower back and I put my hand up against the car for support. My hand instantly goes to my back and I feel my whole body heat up due to the pain. I look up to see Heath still walking.

I take a deep breath and push myself off the car and start walking. I walk extremely slow because of the pain. Heath stops and turns to look at me. I bring my hand away from my back to the front and straighten my back only to feel another shot of pain. I close my eyes and inhale trying to not think about the pain.

"Can you walk faster?" He asks annoyed.

I nod and start walking faster. I ignore the pain. I follow Heath up to a flight of stairs. Holy shit. How am I supposed to climb those? I think to myself. Heath had already started climbing. I swallow the lump in my throat and start climbing while holding on to the railing.

After a good five minutes, I make it up to a hallway inside of the house. I slowly walk down the hallway and find myself in the lounge. I sigh in relief. I start walking, but the pain starts to grow and I don't know how much longer I can take it.

There's no sign of Heath so I take my time to walk closer to the main staircase. Once I'm at the bottom, I'm in so much pain I have to take a breather. Come on Riley just get up and you can take some pills.

I was about half way up and dying when Heath decided to call my name and stop me. "Riley I'm sorry for what I said. I shouldn't have said it." Heath apologizes, but I don't turn around as I feel a hot tear slide down my cheek due to the pain. I feel Heaths presence behind me," Are you not going to say something?"

I don't answer and start to take a step, but Heath stops me by holding me by my arm. "Riley?" He steps around me and looks at me. His expression drops tense. "What's wrong?" He asks concerned.

"I-I j-just need to ... get to," I try to say as I feel the pain taking over me. All of a sudden I feel another shot of pain so painful I drop down and clutch my stomach in pain and let out a cry.

"Riley?!" Heath crouches down beside me," What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know." I say through the pain.

"Can you get up?"

"No." I cry helplessly. As soon as I finished I feel myself get lifted up. I notice that Heath had lifted me up bridal style.

I hide my face behind his arm as he carries me up because the tears haven't stopped. "Riley, you need to tell me what's wrong?" Heath asks worried.

I know exactly what's wrong, but I can't risk telling anyone and it'll stop tomorrow. I know it. I hear Heath open a door and soon he lets me down on a very soft bed. My hands never left my stomach just like the pain. "Ahh." I groan as I feel more pain.

I look around to find myself alone in a room I didn't recognize. Fuck did he just leave me? In this agonizing pain?! Fuck!

"Lay on your stomach." Heath demands softly. I do as he says as I am in no state to argue. "Lift up your stomach for a sec." I feel him slide something under. I lay back down feeling a warm sensation underneath me hit my skin. It feels warm and nice, but the pain was still there. "If I help you, promise me you won't bite my head off after you get better." I hear Heath ask in all seriousness.

I weakly nod. Not long after I feel a cool breeze on my back as I feel Heath lift up my shirt from my back. I feel his hand make small circles around my lower back and it eases the pain. His hands were soft and full of experience.

He gently placed his hands on my hips and his thumbs started forming circles on the side of my back. He starts pressing a littler harder each minute and the pain starts to fade away little by little. "Fuck." I mumble to myself as he presses a little too hard.

After a while, I fall asleep under his therapy.

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Riley had fallen asleep after an half hour of me massaging her back. I knew something was off with her for the past three days, but I couldn't tell what.

But when I saw her at the stairs clutching her stomach and her face was full of agony, I knew exactly what was wrong. I didn't help her because I felt awful for saying what I had said. I do, but it wasn't the reason why I helped her.

It's one a.m. and she's been sleeping for two hours now. I changed her clothes because I knew she wasn't feeling comfortable in her jeans.

It was hard not to stare, but I still tried not to, though; I couldn't help, but notice a small birth mark right on the skin on top of her heart. It was funny, because it was almost shaped like a heart.

Something even weirder was her scars were showing up again. I thought they were completely gone, but I guess I was wrong. I had to try my hardest not to overreact because of those scars. I know that they are her past, but this feeling of helplessness takes over me whenever I see them on her. She didn't deserve them, no one does.

After I changed her into my grey sweats and t-shirt, I decided to come down stairs for a snack. I grabbed something to eat and decided to stay down to watch some TV like I've been doing the rest of the nights.

I haven't been getting any sleep due to the things that've happened here. I try to forget, but it's just too hard. Sometimes my memories do feel like a curse.

Jen's sleeping over at her friend's house tonight so it's only Riley and I.

"Heath?" I hear Riley's exhausted voice. I look at the stairs and there she was standing at the bottom.

Her hair was messy and looked tangled, but it suited her. She looked like a Oompa Loompa wearing my oversized sweats and shirt. I let out a small laugh at how cute she looked. "What's so funny?" Riley asks as she walks up to me.

"Nothing." I smile," How are you feeling?"

"Better." She sits down on the sofa next to me.

"Teen wolf? Really?" She asks laughing.

"Hey the main actress is hot." I protest.

"Yeah yeah." Her smile drops a little. It's probably because of what I said of me not calling her hot. I didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out.

"You know I apologized." I remind her.

"Yeah." She puts on a smile. She plays with her fingers like she usually does when she's nervous. "How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Get rid of the pain."

"My mom." I answer honestly.

"Oh." She says. "I've never asked you. How are you doing? I mean here." She clears.

"Scared and tired."

"You shouldn't have came." She says.

"I know."

"Then why did you?" She looks up at me. Her eyes were full of secrets and pain that just wanted to burst.

"Because of you." She looks surprised. I continue looking at her for something that I wanted to see in her. Happiness. As much as she acts like she's happy, her eyes always tell a different story. I'll never believe her by the way she shows herself, but by the way her eyes show her.

I don't know what's up with me. Maybe I like her maybe I don't, but I always feel this need to make her feel better and go every where she is. It's like she has me wrapped around her fingers. "What happened to your parents?" She asks giving no reaction of what I had said. She hides herself by looking down at her fidgeting fingers.

"They were murdered." She knows that. Jen must've told her already.

"I know. By who?"

"I don't know." I lie.

"Don't lie to me Heath."

"I can't tell you the truth either."

"Sharing helps." She says.

I let out a laugh thinking about the gory details of the night. I get up and walk up the stairs. I feel Riley's warm presence behind me. I stop at the top behind one of the posts. I feel its texture; taking in the emotions I had felt that night standing behind it.

"I stood right here. Behind this." I start, not knowing what I'm exactly going to say. "I was suppose to be at Dylan's, but we had come to my house to grab my new DS." I let out a laugh remembering how happy I was to show him it.

"We were going back to his place when we saw a man talking to my mom. Dylan and I hid behind this post listening to their conversation. My mom looked terrified. The man started hitting my mom. I wanted to help, but Dylan held me back. My dad soon walked in and they started fighting, but the other man was too strong for him. Everything was so bloody and gory. The man had beaten my dad lifeless. My mom tried to take the man off him, but he wouldn't stop. After he was done using my lifeless dad as a punching bag, he pulled out a gun and shot my mom over and over again until she fell numb to the ground. I screamed, but he didn't hear me through the gunshots and Dylan held me back with all his force. I would've been dead too if it weren't for him. My parents were innocent Riley. The man was cruel and sick." I close my eyes picturing the night again.

"Don't." Riley's warm hands cup my face. I look into her eyes to find tears trying to tear through them. She's so strong for a girl. She wipes away a tear I had no idea that had fallen. "Don't torture yourself Heath. It wasn't your fault you were a kid. You're very lucky to have Dylan as a friend he literally saved your life." She says," Did you know the man?"

"No." I lie.

She smiles weakly," I won't ask you to forget about it, but what you can do for yourself is move on."

"I wish I could," I say. "The memory haunts me every night more here."

"Is that the reason you don't sleep?" She asks. I nod. "Come with me." She says. She intertwines our hands. Warmth instantly runs through my whole body a ther one small touch. She pulls me towards my room. She climbs onto my bed and gestures for me to do the same.

I raise my eyebrows in question. She's probably not thinking what I'm thinking, but you never know. " Oh just come on. I'm not going to have sex with you." She laughs. I nod knowingly and I climb in next to her. "I know you're probably not used to this, but I want you to sleep with me. As in just sleep. I want you to know that you will always have someone beside you." She lies down under the sheets. She faces her back towards me.

I slide down under the sheets and put my arm around her waist. I feel her tense at first, but loosens up soon. At this moment I didn't want anything more than just sleeping. Maybe if it were some other girl then that's all I would want, but with Riley. She makes me feel human, a normal person who doesn't want sex from every girl he lays eyes on. Maybe this is all I need. A person I can tell everything to. But you haven't told her everything. The voice in my head reminds me.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

The cries play through my mind as I finally fall into a deep and long awaited sleep.

A/N:

How was it?! Isn't Heath sweet? And this was the first time you saw things from his perspective how'd you like it?

Thanks for reading!