Scared

My boyfriend and I on the last steps of the stairs. I was on the very bottom, and he was on the second or third to last step.

He had his arm wrapped around me. I drew my knees up to my chest, and hid my face under my hands. Taking in a deep breath, I coughed, "Promise you won't hurt me. I really don't feel like having to hide bruises right now."

"I kissed a guy on a cheek." I whispered shakily, flinching slightly, "And I asked a girl out two days ago..."

His arm slipped from my shoulders down to my waist, rubbing it gently, slowly, "So what's wrong?"

"You a-a-aren't mad?" I glanced up at him, and looked down quickly.

"You're tired, and you're gonna fall asleep." He said as a matter-of-fact.

I burried myself into his loose sweater, covering his chest. My eyes drooped, and I found myself fast asleep.

After a while, I woke up. I put my head on my knees, I couldn't even bare the thought of looking at him.

"Alice. Lift your head." He ordered me gently.

I ignored him.

"ALICE." His voice raised slightly.

I forced myself to, saying softly, "Sorry, I'm just used to getting hit for this stuff."

"My dad physically abuses me." He replied, staring deeply into my eyes without blinking, "Funny how you're scared, and you can still fall asleep in my arms."