He was suicidal when i met him, so I can't really blame myself for much. Running into him was an accident; it was merely by chance. But honest to God, it was the best chance I've ever gotten.


6. ~6~

"What were you thinking?" he yelled, "why would you walk out like that?"

"I didn't know what else to do," I say quietly.

"Ugh. He could've seriously hurt you! He could've...God, I don't even wanna think about what he could've done to a girl like you!"

"I'm sorry," my eyes water as I sink back into a corner.

"What were you..." he fists his blonde curls angrily. His expression is scaring me.Seconds later, he drops his hands, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Please don't hit me," my voices shakes as more tears fall.


Not again.


"What? No," his expression softens as he approaches me. "I may be an asshole, but I would never hit a woman," he uses his thumbs to wipe my tears away, "especially not one that I rescued."

His voice is hushed, and for once, the fire in his eyes feels...warm. We stared at each other for a few seconds more before his face twisted into one of confusion.


"Excuse me?" I ask, just as confused.

He shakes his head. "Sorry. I wasn't talking to you."

"Then who were you talking to?"

He rubs his hands over his face, stepping away from me quickly. "Nobody. Meet me downstairs when you're dressed," he exits in a rush.


What was that all about?



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