After I have pushed my way through a
sea of drunken teenagers I end up in
the kitchen, which is, like everything
else in the house: huge. If it weren't
for the large amount of bottles and
cups, littered across the tabletops and
Kitchen slabs, it would have looked
as if it had been taken straight out of a
magazine.
"Who's here?" I'm startled by a slurry
voice; one which I can't quite pin point,
until I turn around and find myself
face to face with the second biggest
asshole in town.
I'm standing paralyzed before him, as
his forest green eyes meet my icy blue
ones. I desperately fight the urge to
squeeze my yes shut and wait for the
first verbal blow that I know will soon
hit me.
Don't let them see how scared you are.
That's what Megan always tells me.
She's right; I can't let him see my fear.
With withheld breath I wait for his first verbal punch to hit me right in-between the armor I've built around my heart, like they
always seem to do, but he doesn't say
anything. He just stares at me, with
his deep green eyes, as if he's studying
my every move. It reminds me of a
killer watching his prey. After several
minutes of him watching me, I take
a deep breath and find it within me
to open my mouth and break the
silence between us. "What are you
doing in here alone?" I curse myself
for sounding so concerned. I can't be
concerned - not for him at least and
certainly not while I'm standing in the
deepest part of the lion's cage.
"I don't feel like partying," he slurs. He
is definitely wasted and it doesn't do
anything to suppress my concern for
him.
"Looks like you already did,"I mumble.
"Does look like it, huh?" His lips split in
a wide smile that has the power to melt
a thousand girls' hearts, only beaten by
Jason's heart stopping one, but it does
nothing to mine but alert it that danger
is present. His hurtful jokes and rude
glances have cast a dark shadow over
his charm along time ago.
I want nothing more than to turn on
my heels and leave this asshole, who
have humiliated me time after time,
behind to his drunken self, but I can't
get myself to move from where I'm
standing, in front of him.
"Can you -" he starts out, but never
finishes his sentence as he reaches for
a bottle on the counter behind me, but
miscalculate the distance and looses
his balance, sending him face first on
the way towards the ground. Without
thinking twice I step between him and
the counter and manage to catch a hold
of his shoulders. I push him back on his
feet and try to stabilize him, before I
remove my hands from his shoulders.
He's standing closer than he was before
and it's increasing the uncomfortable
feeling I get around him.
"You're pretty," he slurs as his forest
green eyes bore into mine. I cross my
arms over my chest, as I divert my eyes
from his to a cabinet behind him. I'm
not beautiful or gorgeous or breath
taking and I'm not pretty - I've never
been and certainly not to anyone apart from Jason of course. I'm boring and unattractive - that's how it's always been and that's how it's always going to be.
"I should go,"I tell him, as I meet his
eyes with mine again. I know that if
He had been sober, I would have
never had the courage to talk to him
or even meet his eyes. But there's
something about his drunken state that
makes me believe that all of this will be
nothing but a dark hole in his memory
tomorrow.
"No." Even drunk he is as stubborn as a
child.
"Yes I should and by the looks of it you
probably should too." I know that I
have no authority over him, especially
not in a house that doesn't belong to
me, but that didn't stop me from trying.
"I won't let you leave until you
kiss me," he tells me as he takes an
unsteady step towards me.
"What?" my voice is a vague trembling
as I search his forest eyes for some
trace of humor, but there is none.
"Kiss me," he commands.
"No."I take a step back, wanting to
put as much distance between us as
possible. The plan fails as my back
comes in contact with the counter top. I
have nowhere to escape.
"Kiss me," he repeats his order, as he
grabs me hard; a hand on each side of
my face, forcing me to keep still as he
lowers his head down towards mine,
until our lips are only inches apart. I
squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for what
seems to be inevitable.
"Get off of her." I don't recognize the
voice; I'm too busy trying to pull my
head free from his grip. I don't realize who my hero is until that asshole was
being pulled off of me and then pushed
towards the door to the hallway. "Are
you okay?" His hazel eyes meet mine
and I have to fight my strong urge to
pinch myself.
I stare at him, because it's the only
thing I can do. He is the one who has
turned my life into an everlasting
nightmare and yet he is standing here, in
the middle of his girlfriend's kitchen,
having just saved me from his best
friend.
"Anyone home?" he chuckles
awkwardly, as he stuffs his hands into
the front pockets of his jeans. There's
a small smile playing in the corners
of his mouth, as my face turns bright
red from embarrassment. I watch him
in horror as he takes a step towards
me and raises his hand to my face. I
squeeze my eyes shut and prepare for
the sting of his palm, but when nothing
happens I reopen my eyes only to be
met with the sight of Christopher brown's
eyes filled to the brim with curiosity
and concern. His hand has moved from
mid air, in front of my face, to the back
of his neck. "You thought I was going to
hurt you?" he asks, his voice dripping
with concern. I'm confused, wasn't he
going to?
"I'm-"I start but don't know how to
finish. Christopher isn't drunk and it terrifies me cause he seemed like the party type.
"I wouldn't hurt you," he mumbles
as his eyes dart from mine to his
feet. Then silence falls upon us -
an awkward heavy silence, loaded
with the thought of everything I've
never said to him and the memory of
everything he's ever done to me.
In the midst of the silence, Christopher raises his eyes from the floor to meet mine
again. At the sight of his concerned
brown eyes I'm reminded that I still
haven't thanked him for pulling that ass hole off of me.
"I'm " I try to say, but when Christopher tilts
his head to the side, the way that my
my Uncle always does when she senses
that something is wrong with me, and
he looks at me with those deep eyes
that I swear can look into the darkest
parts of my soul, my strength crumbles
until there's nothing left of it but ashes
and I cry, like I've never cried before.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm
reminded of Megan and her 'show no
fear' policy, but it's too late; I can't stop
the floods of tears streaming down the
sides of my face.
"Shoot," he mumbles as my knees give
in on me and gravity starts to kick in.
I expect to collide with the cold, hard
kitchen floor tiles within seconds,
but it never happens. Instead I find
myself wrapped up in the warmth
and comfort of a pair of strong arms
that I never thought I would ever feel
wrapped around my fragile body. "It's
gonna be alright," he whispers as he
strokes my back in soothing circles. "I
promise you; it's gonna be alright."
I was crying cause at that moment I was reminded of jason, we haven't even had our first date yet just a hookup and the sex we had that's all, he wasn't even replying my messages I fell so sad that I had to let it out by crying like I had lost someone in my family, I also had thoughts that he was going to leave me like the others did, I didn't know what to think till Megan showed up and took me home.