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eyes hardened. “Whatever.” he paused. “No boyfriend trouble today?”
    I glared at him, but it didn’t seem to bother Mitch at all. “He’s not my boyfriend. don’t bring it up again.” I snapped.
    “Oh? And I’m the one with the temper.”
    “I like you better when you’re slamming doors on my face and been a total ass.” I hissed and took a bite of my food.
    “Too bad, I feel like bothering you today. See how long you last. The other nurse left a week later. None of them last.” Mitch smirked and took another bite.
    “They must really hate you by now. Too bad, I need the money so you’ll be seeing me for at least a year. Get used to that, Mitch.”
    “We’ll see about that.” he took a sip from his juice, eyes smiling.
    “When you’re done, go change into something more suitable. We’re going walking today.” I said and started washing the plate. Three weeks and this house will be full of maids and I’m sure I’ll hate that.
    “I’m not.”
    “We are.”
    “You cant make me.” he snapped. I turned to him slowly.
    “You aren’t scared are you?” I smirked when I hit home.
    “Of course not. I’ll be ready in an hour Keller.” he grabbed his crutches and left the kitchen. Faintly I could hear the metal hitting the floor of the stairs.
    It’s going to be a really long year.
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
    It’s been two hours already and Mitch hasn’t come out of his room since breakfast. But I’m not giving up that easily. I stomped my way up to his room, didn’t bother to knock and stormed inside his room. There he was, sitting on his stool, painting. He looked up at me, angry.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Mitch snapped.
    “No. What do you think you’re doing? I told you we’ll go walk and we are.”
    “No.”
    “Mitch don’t make me drag you down stairs.” I warned.
    His eyes hardened and he stood up, no crutches, at least he had some sort of balance. Balance that was lost when he tried to come close to me fast. Good reflexes from my part made the fall a little bit less painful on his side. Mitch landed on me. His eyes widened. “Are you alright?” I swear I saw panic in his eyes.
    “I’m fine. You okay? Does your leg hurt?” I wanted to look away from those penetrating eyes but it seemed impossible, he held me captive.
    “No, I think its fine.”
    After a few seconds I cleared my throat. “Wait let me help you up.” somehow I got from under him and up. Once I was steady enough I pulled him up and made him lean on me until we reached his stool. He sat and grabbed his crutches.
    “Let’s go before I change my mind.” he said coldly and headed for the door.
    Now that’s the Mitch I’m used to.
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    The way was quiet. Well Mitch will occasionally grunt and we are barely half way. His arms must feel sore, guilt raced through my veins. “Mitch do you want to rest some?”
    Slightly surprised he turned to me, then his gaze turned hard again. “Whatever.”
    I scrunched my nose. That’s not an answer. “Alright, go sit down on that bench, I’m going to the store around the corner. I’m thirsty, want anything?”
    Mitch shrugged, looked up at the sky then at me. Eyes penetrating. “Water.” he said flatly but didn’t look away from me, even as I walked away I felt his eyes on the back of my neck. What a creep.
    Sure enough there was the store, I grabbed two bottles of water and paid the old lady and left to where I had left Mitch. Only he wasn’t there. A wave of panic made me struggle to stay on my feet. Why am I worrying so much? He’s old enough to take care of himself. He’s on crutches. “Mitch?” I called, maybe he’s playing a prank on me. “Mitch? It’s not funny. Come on, I have your water.” nothing. “Mitch I swear if it’s a prank I’m going to beat you down with your own crutches. I’m not kidding. Mitch!”
    Where the hell is he? Then I heard it. A bunch of voices colliding with one another. A fight? Oh hell. I ran towards the