[Candycane]: 728.Dangerous Secrets.Chapter 3

Slowly opening her eyes as the sun glared down at her through the window at her back, Lillian woke to see the wall of Kyle's room. She blinked a bit, the sun comfortably warming her back despite its efforts to make her rouse. She slowly elevated her head with her arms and noticed that Kyle had rolled off the circular seat coushin and lay spread eagle on the carpeted floor, his pillow by his left foot and his blanket barely covering him. She was glad he was at least wearing pajama pants. Somehow, his shirt had let loose his right arm, which was stuffed underneath his head and his other arm resting around the other, revealing his slightly toned stomach. She smiled.

"Hey," she cooned, her soft voice barely piercing the air. "Wake up, Kitty." She often called him this to annoy him and she was glad for the comfortable sound it had, the words a comfort in and of themselves.

Kyle scrunched himself before rolling on his side, his limbs still spread eagle, as best as possible. Lilly laughed very lightly. She slipped her own legs from under the covers and pressed her bare feet to the fuzzy floor. She'd borrowed a pair of his pajama pants to wear and a large t-shirt so her clothes could dry. Luckily, Kyle's parents were away on their third honeymoon in thirty years.

Slowly, she moved over him, but stopped and knelt down, shifting her weight slightly so a board beneath the carpet creaked. She paused. He didn't wake. When she'd gotten to the point of her nose almost touching his, his eyes opened slowly and he jerked back. "WOAH!" he called, and nearly hit his head on the bed from his hand slipping. He was breathing heavily.

Lillian burst out in laughter, her arms holding her stomach as she literally rolled on the floor. "You're so predictable!" she exclaimed, sitting upright after a bit of calming breathing. She wiped her eyes, having teared up with laughter.

Kyle blinked, a smile forming but he didn't allow a full blown one. "What were you...why did you..." he stutterred, trying to form questions. He glanced up at his bed and then at Lilly. "How long were you like that?" he finally got out.

"Oh, not long," she said, sighing and shrugging. She stood up and offered Kyle a hand. "Pancakes anyone?" She knew how much Kyle enjoyed pancakes for breakfast and he enjoyed hers more than his own father's. His mother burned boiling water.

Kyle smiled broadly and took her hand, standing without the aid of it. Once vertical, he released her hand and waved the way, imitating an 1800 gentleman's bow. "M'lady," he said, mockingly.

Lilly scoffed but lead the way out of his room and down to the kitchen. She'd spent so much time at his house, it was second nature to her own. He had a breakfast bar connected to a wall near the stove, so she continued, pulling out the pre-made powder mix, milk and all the proper utensils and dishes, preheating a skillet on the stove.

Kyle, of course, sat on a stool at the bar, stretching both arms above his head and yawning. When that was done, he scratched the back of his head, his other hand wiping away the sleep from his eyes. "What kind are we having today?" he asked, as if at a familiar restuarant.

Lilly merely shrugged as she mixed with a wire whisk, small bubbles forming that always did. She glanced over to him. "You wouldn't mind if I shower when breakfast is over, right?" She always asked about this, no matter how many times he told her not to, and he did bring it up, for the upteenth time.

"You don't have to ask anymore, Lilly," he told her, scratching his shoulder as his eyes stared off into the upper corner of space in the kitchen. He still wanted to sleep. "It's like you live here anyways..."

Lilly smiled and returned her own gaze back to the whisking. After a few minutes, she poured even amounts onto the skillet. "I guess it's plain," she said, her voice sounding slightly depressed, but jokingly so. There was still a true hint of depression or sadness in her voice, despite the joke.

Catching this, Kyle looked over to her as she poured the tan mix on the black surface, a sizzling occurring momentarily. She picked up a spatula and stood with both hands on opposite sides of the stove on the counter, watching the pancakes in the skillet cook absently. "You need to talk about it," he told her, seriousness far too aparent that she glanced over to him.

She shook her head, stopping once again on the pancakes. "I can't," she said. "I told you everything already." She was dancing around the real subject. She was raped. She wasn't about to tell him. What would he think of her? She wasn't a virgin like he was. They often had ongoing jokes to see who would stay a virgin the longest and every consequence he gave her flashed through her mind. "I just can't." She repeated unnecessarily.

Kyle stood and moved into the kitchen, wrapping his arms over her shoulders. She was short enough for him to do this comfortably. "Maybe so, but you still need to talk about it," he said, barely leaning on her, but he knew it comforted her.

Lilly shiverred underneath Kyle's protective arms, and leaned towards the heat, away from him. She still held painful memories about the previous night. Her thighs still felt slightly sore. She covered the shiver by flipping the pancakes, a perfect brown on the top. The fluffy breakfast material definitely made her mouth water, but she really wasn't worried about that.

Kyle lifted his arms from her, but held them just inches above where they were, a slightly laborous effort, but worth it. "I'm sorry," he said and moved his arms down. He moved next to her, leaning on the empty counter top, the other side holding the rest of her pancake mix. "I forgot about your bruises." His eyes, his face, his posture all screamed the same apology, but Lilly barely noticed. She smiled in acknoledgement, though.

"No worries," she told him, her eyes finally smiling since laughing hysterically this morning, only fifteen minutes ago. With about half an hour of silence, she turned off the stove and set the plate of about seven pancakes, average size, on the breakfast bar counter. She moved to the fridge and picked out the syrup and popped the top, sticking the plastic container in the microwave for about twenty-five seconds.

Kyle had gotten into the fridge too, but grabbed the half half-gallon setting it on the tiled island and picking up two matching glasses from the cabinet next to the built-in fridge. He set them on the island just as the microwave timer dinged. Lilly removed the bottle carefully and set it on the counter, letting it cool. Kyle had both glasses filled and placed them next to the bare plates she and he were to use. Lilly retrieved both a pair of forks and butter knives for the two, and a plastic circular container of fridge-soft butter, making sure that the fridge was shut.

Kyle sat down first and then Lilly sat down, too. They both began to eat, Kyle eating four and Lilly three. He paused after getting close to halfway. "Why won't you talk about it?" he asked, setting his fork down on his plate.

Lilly only shook her head, her mouth full of maply pancake. She chewed a few moments before swallowing and looked up at Kyle. She opened her mouth to say something when his cell phone rang. It was on his charger and sitting in the living room. Kyle sighed and got up to retrieve it. Lilly continued eating, but slowly as she wanted to hear who it was.