Saving Him

Chapter 2: Moody Much

Finally I'm home. I can't believe Achilles caught me, ugh I'm so embarrassed. I'm thankful he caught me but I can't stop my heart from racing whenever I think about him. I just think I need a nap.

Well I suppose I should eat first. "hmmm w-what to eat?," I ask myself. When I get to the kitchen I look through fridge, there's not much here so I settle for a sandwich. After that I walk up stairs and go to my room. When I get upstairs I get ready for my nap.

I strip into my kitty pajamas and dive under my comforter with my favorite stuffy, which ever so happens to be a black, brown, and white cat. As I close my eyes, my mind wanders back to a certain boy.

I wonder why he keeps catching me? One minute he's glaring at me, and the next he's smirking and flirting. He's so confusing. As the thoughts run wild, my mind seems to shut down as he takes over.

'I need to run faster. I cant let him catch me.' "Little giiiirrllll, come out, come out of wherever you are," he drawls out. Oh no, no, no. I need to get out of here. All of the sudden I feel a large hand grab my arm. "Ahhhhhh," I scream and thrash as much as I can when I feel him start to tie me down to a metal table.'

I jump awake in a cold sweat, panting, I look at the little clock on my nightstand. 10 PM, great. I rush out of  bed sobbing as I look at the scars in the mirror. I can't do this anymore. I need a break. With this in mind I change into sweat pants and a hoodie as I live in Michigan where it gets pretty cold at night.

As I grab my keys and lock the door on my way out, I run into my dad. "Hey what's wrong," he asks. "N-nothing, I'm fine," I say he doesn't look very convinced but lets it go anyways. "Alright, just be back before midnight okay,"," y-yeah of c-course" I say rushing away.

I get to the park that's about 15 minutes from my house if you walk. I walk over to the swing set and just sit there. As I sit there, the flood gates open and I break down sobbing on the swings. I hear foot steps from behind me but I'm too consumed with my crying that I don't even pay attention to them.

I feel someone sit on the swing beside me and look over to find Achilles, "hey, you okay?" He says with concern dripping off his features. "Why d-do you c-care? Y-you hate m-me anyways. So it d-doesn't matter," I say while staring him in the eyes.

I see his face flash with surprise before it turns to an icy glare. From actually looking at him I notice the split-lip and black eye. "I don't care. I'm just trying to be nice," he spits at me in a hiss. I roll my eyes and say, "t-then you w-won't care that I-I'm l-leaving," with an irritated expression on my face. His eyes seem to soften slightly as he sighs.

"I'm sorry, okay I didn't mean to upset you," he says with a remorseful look. I sigh and sit down again. "Why are you crying?" He has this curious mixed with concern look on his face. I wipe my tears and say, "it d-doesn't matter,".

"Of course it matters if it makes you cry," he almost looks sad as he says this. " I j-just had a n-nightmare is all," when I say this he looks like he understands. As I say this I start sobbing even more and start feeling embarrassed that I'm crying in front of him.

"Hey, hey it's okay," he says with a sigh, he looked like he was contemplating something. After about 1 minute he looks like he decided and pulls me into his lap. At first I was as stiff as a board but eventually relaxed into him when he started rubbing soothing circles on my back. I just cuddled into him more, clutching his shirt in my hand sobbing. He just sits there and let's me get it all out.

He comforting scent and warm embrace managed to calm me down a lot sooner then I expected. As I'm finally calm enough to speak with out sobs interrupting me. I look up and say,"a-a-are you o-okay,". As he processes what I asked he wipes his face void of all emotion and says, "I'm fine, don't worry about it Babygirl,". I notice he looks off into the park as he says this.

Instead of prying I just sigh - which I seem to be doing a lot of lately - and wrap my arms around his neck which he suddenly flinches at and looks away as if he was ashamed he did. At this action I start straddling him on the swing so he gets up cupping me to his body and moves us to a bench where he just holds me and I him.

After about 15 minutes or so of us just holding each other I pull away slightly and look in the face and notice for the first time the dark bags under his eyes. He notices me gazing and gives me a small smile.

I smile back slightly and just go back to hugging him and he returns the favor. After about 30 minute's of just holding each other, I realise I need to get home. "O-oh poop," I start panicking and detangle from Achilles, I grab my phone finding the time to be 12:50. I needed to be home almost an hour ago.

As I jump up Achilles asks," what's wrong?" With a confused look on his face. "I was s-supposed to b-be home an h-hour ago, m-my dad's g-gonna k-k-kill me," as I say this he nods his head and says, "I'll walk you home," with that inmind we head to my house.