Page 132 of Never Tell Lies

It was such a simple word, yet I couldn’t force it past my lips.

He needed it and denying him what he needed when he stood before me, burnt and broken, made me feel like a heartless bitch, but I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t give up my dream for anyone but myself. I’d worked too hard for it.

I felt like I was clinging to the mast of a tiny boat in the storm stricken sea of Alfie Tell. The pressure in my chest threatened to break me. I straightened my spine and mustered the last vestiges of courage that I had left. It had been a long night.

Instead of the word he was desperate for, I gave him none at all. I pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and led him out of the shower. He followed obediently, a fact that I hated more than Icould say. Controlling, dominating Alfie could infuriate me, but empty Alfie was worse.

I took two fluffy, white towels from the rack, wrapped one quickly around myself and dried him carefully with the other. He watched me with blank eyes as I ran the towel over his arms and chest. I avoided his back, not even daring to look at it yet.

I reached up to dry his hair but he pulled away from me, his gaze suddenly wary and confused. He wassuspiciousof me and I couldn’t help but wonder if Alfie had ever had anyone tend to him that wasn’t paid to do so. Somehow, I doubted it.

I waited, holding the towel like an unwanted offering, rejected by the gods. After a moment I reached for him again. Slowly, I rose up on my tip toes and ran the towel over his hair. His suspicious gaze never left me for a moment. It was confused, like a lost child. After a moment of my patting him awkwardly, he bowed his head so that I could reach him better.

As I caressed him, his body seemed to relax a little, his breaths came easier, and when I took the towel away, a little of the deadness was gone from his face, washed away by the sweet balm of my affection.

I led him into the bedroom and guided him to the bed, moving him gently until he was laying down on his front. I winced when I saw his back. Even in the darkened room I could see the skin was a deep, angry red. I bit my lip and tried hard not to cry. My tears were the last thing that he needed. I retrieved the discarded duvet from the floor and laid it over him, covering him from the waist down and leaving the raw skin of his back bare.

It was cooler in the bedroom, and without the dense steam clogging my mind I found myself able to think, which was turning out to be a bad thing. Alfie lay on the bed, unseeing, his burnt skin a dark contrast to the rest of his porcelain body.

I hovered by the bed, shivering. I wrapped my arms around myself as my skin broke out in goosebumps.

My mind spun with questions, none of which I knew the answers to. Did he need to go to the hospital? Should I call a doctor? What about his mental state? He was in the middle of some kind of breakdown. Maybe he had a therapist? Should I call a family member? Maybe I should call down to reception for help? My gaze flicked to the hotel phone by the bed but I didn’t trust it. Alfie Tell was a public figure, I didn’t trust information like this in the hands of strangers.

I felt alone. Completely and utterly alone.

This night had turned into a total shit show. I wanted to start it all over. To stick by his side all night at Keira’s party so he wouldn’t have reason to be angry. To never have slammed a door in his face and forced him to hurt me the way he did. To never have antagonised him and pushed him about his past. To take back the words about his brother,mywords that for some reason had made him do this to himself.

I’d done this to him.

No…

Wait…

I hadn’t.

This wasn’t my fault.

Going to the bathroom on my own wasn’t a crime. Wanting to talk out our issues instead of fuck them out wasn’t a crime, and wanting to know about his past wasn’t a crime either. I hadn’t known this would happen, and maybe if he had let me in a little more then I would have.

My hand went to my necklace and I clutched it tightly, drawing on strength from the ghost of my mother. I could almost feel her hand on my shoulder, comforting me. It made me feel stronger. I opened my eyes. I had an idea, a tiny glimmer, alighthouse I could just make out in the storm stricken sea, and I paddled towards it with renewed strength.

After dipping into the bathroom to switch off the shower, I left the room as quietly as I could, closing the door softly. I pounded down the stairs and looked around for Alfie’s jacket. I saw my shoes, clumsily discarded, and next to them his jacket, neatly folded and hung over a chair. Such simple objects that spoke so loudly of our differences.

I dug through his pockets until I found his phone. Luckily, I’d watched Alfie key in his password often enough to know it by heart. I brought up his contacts, scrolling until I found the right one. I pressed call and held it to my ear. It rang twice before being answered in a tone so damned professional I almost laughed.

“Elliot?” My voice came out in a strangled whisper. “I need your help.”

Elliot was silent as I talked, my words falling over themselves in a confused tangle, some of them desperate to escape, some of them trying to hide, all of them needing to be heard but too embarrassed to be seen. I had no idea how much Alfie would want me to tell him so I just told him the necessary and fluffed the rest. Elliot would see through that immediately but I knew he wouldn’t ask questions.

When I was done, Elliot said nothing except, “I’m on my way,” and hung up.

Without his comforting presence on the other end of the line I felt the tendrils of panic slithering towards me. I stood in the cold, open plan space and shivered. The night was black with the early hours of the morning and the floor to ceiling windows reflected a distorted version of myself.

I turned and ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time until I was back in our room.

I stifled a gasp when instead of finding Alfie in bed, I found him standing at the window, naked and bathed in the moonlight. He would have been angelic if it weren’t for the burn across his shoulder blades.

“Alfie, what are you doing?” I tried to keep my voice level but I couldn’t hide the tremor. He turned, seeming confused.

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