Lust and Wrath

Chapter 19

Scott's Point of View-

I just can't do this anymore. It's all my fault. I didn't drive straight home, instead I went to Dunkin' Donuts, and ordered what I ordered the first day I met Daniel. I don't know why, but this made me feel a bit more happier, a bit more loved whenever I did. However, when I sat down at the table, and took the donuts out, I fell into a hoard of sobbing. The woman at the counter looked as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't. I don't need anybody's pity right now.

I heard the doors open. I wanted to peek up and look, but my face was probably a mess of tears right now, so I didn't. I just kept crying, trying to release all my problems out right now. A while later, the footsteps started walking towards me. What does he or she want with me? I wanted to look up at them, to give a menacing glare to go away, but I couldn't.

If I were a lion, king of the jungle right now, I've been stripped and weakened to a measly rabbit now. What Daniel did to me was painful, and he was right in every word.

More footsteps came, and stopped. I couldn't stop myself from crying, but who cares. They were probably just making fun of me. Someone sat down at the seat next to me, and that's when I grew a little curious. What do they want with me? Then the door opened, and I heard footsteps leaving, which meant somebody left. I could still feel the person sitting down on the opposite chair of me. He probably didn't think I heard him, but I could, and did.

I was about to raise my head, and tell him to get the fuck out, but that's when I heard his voice come first. "Scott," he said. That accent, was ever so familiar. A French accent. My mind knew who it was, but I was in denial; it couldn't be.

My head slowly raised, the bright lights of the inside and outside attacking my wet eyes violently, and then I saw him, right in front of me. My head was finally up, showing every part of it. I could see his face, looking at me sincerely. Why, Daniel? I thought he was still at the nurse, recovering. I thought of all the bad things that could've happened to him, and then here I see him, sitting in front of me.

I felt the tears roll down my face and onto the table. I peeked down, and saw that the table was wet with small puddles. He saw this too, and he continued to look at me with a sad face. "Why, Daniel..." I spoke.

"Why did you come here?" I ask, choking on my cries.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you earlier," he starts. Sorry? I pretty much deserve it, even though none of it was my fault, "You probably don't know this, but when I was saying all that stuff, it felt... It felt wrong. Half of it I didn't even mean to say. When I left, my heart was aching, literally. I thought I had just ended something we possibly could've had at that moment. I wanted to believe that you didn't do what you did, I really did," his eyes are cringing now, "But... I was just too blind by my own wrath, that I didn't see it. I didn't see that you and I were meant to be together." He says it as if it were written in the stars, and to be honest, it makes me kind of blushy.

"What do you mean, we were meant to be together?" I ask.

"Like.. We were made for one another. You are in a bad situation, and don't try to lie, because I know it. You abruptly came into my life, the wrong way of course, hurting me. But, what your heart was aching to say during that moment was, 'Please, I need help.' I'm not sure how I came across it, but I was interested in you. What you did was wrong, yes, but I still needed to help you. When you hired your... Your 'friends' to come and beat me up, that wasn't-" I had to stop him right then and there, before anything went wrong.

"No, Daniel, your wrong. Those weren't my 'friends'," I looked at him seriously, and he looked up at me, as if there was a little ray of hope, eminating from my direction. "That wasn't me at all. I left school way before you did, waiting for you to call me. If I would've known that something bad had happened to you, I would've come over there right away and taken care of whoever did it to you. I never wanted to hurt you," I say.

"Then... Then who did?" he asks. If I told him, he probably wouldn't believe me, but he has to know either way. If he keeps having that slutty Brianna as a friend, things are bound to go wrong. I wipe the tears that continue to fall off of my cheek, and speak, waiting for the worse.

"Brianna did. It's all her fault. She... She had a crush on you, she wanted to go out with you, but she saw me as an obstacle in her path, so she got her friends to beat you up, making it look like I was the one who sent them," I shake my head, "I don't know why she would do that to you, in fact, I slapped the shit out of her after you left me. She's crazy as hell, and you need to stop being friends with her. She's bad news," I say.

He continues to look at me straight in the eyes, his face serious now. I hope he can believe me, what I say is the truth, and nothing else. After a few minutes, he then nods.

"Well then, I believe you," he says, looking down into his bag, and taking out his donut. He wraps it with the napkins inside, and begins to eat it. What could he be thinking about right now?

"You say you slapped her, why?" He said, after finishing his bite, a small smile forming around his small mouth. He's hinting something. "Were you jealous of her trying to make her way with me?" he says, grinning. He thinks I'm jealous now, crap.

I say, my cheeks turning a little red, "Okay.. Fine I was jealous, I didn't want her to be in love with you." I put it at that. He says, "Why, hm?" He's just teasing me now. I think he wants to get me to say something, but I'm not sure if I'm in the position to say it right now.

"You know why," I blurt out, quickly grabbing my donut, and chomping on it, giving myself an excuse not to talk with food in my mouth.

"Is it because you like me?" he slurs the 'like' part. I stare at his grinning face seriously.

"Or is it because you love me?"

He slurs the 'love' part this time. I continue to stare at him, but I can feel my cheeks start to blush. He's literally the only person who can make me feel like this. He wants me to confess my love to him, but I don't think I can.

I continue to not say anything, and that's when he stands up. "Oh well, I guess I have no more business here," he says, carrying his trash, and walking over to the trashcan in front of me. He comes back, "I guess I'll be leaving now." That's when he finally gets me, I can't let him go.

When he steps past my seat aisle, I grab his hand, and jerk him towards me. I pull him towards me, with both of my arms out, and give him a tight hug. I can feel the tears coming back again, he's got me in his control.

"Yes, Daniel, I fucking love you," I whisper into his ear, "Please don't leave me, no, not again. Brianna is a fucking slut, and she doesn't deserve you. When you came into my life, I was too blind by my own lust when I first met you, that I did what I did. I didn't get the chance to see you for who you truly were, not just another random person to have sex with. You are a very attractive, and caring person, and I don't think I would've made it through this week without having you."

What I say is true, and he hears it all. I grab his hand with mine that's around his neck, and our fingers entwine. He then nods, closing his eyes, resting his head on my arm with a smile. He's probably still tired after all what's happened this morning, and so am I. I'm glad I got this thing off of my chest, and I feel like a new chapter is starting in my life. A chapter without sorrow and regret, but a chapter with true love and attention.

Before I know it, I close my eyes, and fall into sleep in the same place, in the same seat, with my love.

~The ending of this chapter is related to the cover of the book, did you notice? Maybe not completely, but somewhat. I know some of the stuff in here is cheesy, but I had to get them back together at some point. There are many more chapters coming along the way, so stay tuned x) Thank you all who continue to read my first romance book :P