Leo was doing an alright job with keeping a straight face through her explanationâ until she mentioned the little boy⊠He didnât react with anger this time, though. His shifted his weight, looked away and took another sip of his drink. Leo had quite a few feelings regarding that little boy. He hated that kid. The kid who did absolutely nothing except for stare with wide and terrified eyes. He didnât run away⊠not physically, at least, but he didnât fight. He didnât distract the cops who broke in his house⊠he didnât get up and stand in front of his father to protect him. He could have done so many things, and he could have given his dad just a few seconds to make a break for it. Instead, he did nothing. He froze⊠which was worse than running away. Out of all of the anger and frustrations he felt towards just about everyone⊠He knew he couldnât ever even dream of hating anyone as much as he hated that little boy⊠and the worst part was, nothing had changed. He got angrier, more bitter, and a more cynical outlook on the world⊠but he was the same coward. Every time he caught his reflection on anything, it was clear as day to see that he hadnât changed one bit. Not where it mattered. He hadnât gotten stronger... he still couldnât do anything to protect his father. He was the same useless kid.Â
He kept his gaze on the ground up until she said that she was on his fatherâs side. He was completely speechless, and he was just staring at her, trying to find the insincerity to her words. Never once had he ever heard anyone said that they were on his fatherâs side⊠and despite that all he ever wanted, it felt too good to be true. Thankfully, Jamie spoke up again to break his dumbstruck silence. âBecause you canât. You canât help, you canât make me better, and you canât make everything okay.â Hearing her ask that last question with tears in her eyes⊠he didnât know how to reply, but he opened his mouth and spoke anyway. âI canât because I always already know youâre not⊠and if I ask and you tell me the truth and say youâre not, Iâll know that I just make that worseâ and probably the cause of a lot of you being not okay⊠and I know thereâs nothing I can say or do to make it better.âÂ
Jamie knew that Leo felt guilty for not stopping them from getting his father, he didnât even have to tell her, she just knew. She could read Leo sometimes, and other times he was blank. This was one of the times when she couldnât. She couldnât see what was going on beneath the clouded eyes that had her blocked out and maybe that was something she hated about herself. No matter how hard she found it to read Leo sometimes, he could read her like an open book, like she had the words written on her face. âLeo, you know sometimes I think you donât careâ she paused âand sometimes I know that in that moment you donât care, but I always hoped you cared about me as much as I did youâ she glanced at him, her eyes wide and innocent and trying to spill everything she couldnât say. The fact that she needed him to tell her it was going to be okay, the fact that she wanted to break down and cry for days, that she felt used and unwanted. âYou know what my families like, my parents are never aroundâ she stated, her voice now steady and calm. âYou know--â she was about to say something, something she didnât want him to know. The words that would have tumbled out of her mouth wouldâve given it all away-- that she had sometimes wished that sheâd been born somewhere else, somewhere from her family and somewhere away from Leo. âYou know how I know when youâre not okay? Your eyes, iâve never seen such expressionate eyes before, except when youâre furious-- when youâre furious your eyes go blankâ she told him, her mind now screaming at her to tell him everything, why she was so upset, why she wanted to prove she didnât need him, why she felt useless, and everything else he had told her she was. âBelieve me when I say that I want to be okay for you, that I want to pretend like you donât hurt me-- but every day I see you, you remind me that I canât break down, that I canât be the sad one, or the angry one because you need meâ she paused, looking deep into his eye and refusing to turn away. âEven when you donât say it, I see that little boy-- and it hurts meâ