His Little Angel

Three

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Chapter 3

I groan getting out of bed, why did they work me to the bone? After the Zach Gun show, Ryker and I hit the late night gym with Zach before heading home. Looking out the window it's still dark, shrugging it off, I walked over to the shower turned on the cold water, and stepped in, sliding down the tile wall. I heard a knock at my door, but it was faint.

"Angel?" a husky voice dragged me out of my thoughts, slowly getting up, turning it off, wrapping a towel around my small figure. Opening my bathroom's door. I screamed, "Shh, it's me." I stopped yelling, too weak to even care at this point. "Cheese and crackers, Chase what, how did you get in my room?" I said as I took my clothes and walked back into my bathroom. I wore a baggy t-shirt and booty shorts.

"The window?" Chase says it was pretty obvious.
I looked at my window also known as my balcony and walked to it, only to see nothing. No ladder.
"Chase, why out of all the people you decide to come to me?" I turned and folded my arms around my chest. He looked down like a child that was caught eating ice cream.

"I wanted to talk to you..." He said sheepishly.
"At what...11 pm? At night?" I looked at my clock on my desk in front of my bed. I knew Chase for years. He was the little boy I remember being a little pain in the b-hind. Since he moved away from me, I never felt hurt, I told myself I was never going to let someone hurt me as much as he did when he left.

He came back at the beginning of Freshman year, Chase was already taller than me but the same height as the gang, muscular, sleeve tattoos on both arms, jawline, and Icy Blue eyes you can't never forget, he was always talkative towards me, nobody else, everyone thought we were Elementary School sweethearts, it was never the same when he left; and came back into my life.

"Okay... about what exactly?" I said as I walked to my bed and sat down facing him. "I thought I told you not to talk to me at all at school? Why did you come to me when you need something or I'm in need?"

"I don't know, Angel, I don't know. I thought you forgot about me but when you stood up to me unlike the boys, I knew a little girl who was clueless about the world, so I walked up to her and told her i'll be with her no matter what," after that was said he slowly walked to my bed, I gasped at the sight of his face. His face held blood, from the top of his hairline, ears, nose, and his left-side lip was busted open. I ran up to him, it shocked him more than it did me, I slowly lifted my hands to his face.

When my hands touched his warm face, it sent tingles through my figures to my stomach, I chose to ignore it. I took my thumb and slowly wiped some of the blood off his lips, his hard cold Icy eyes burning holes in my forehead. "Let's go into my bathroom..." I decided to break the tension that has fallen in the room. He only nodded, I led him to my black an white, and silver bathroom.

He looked shocked like Char was when Ryker and Zach played there own extreme hide n seek. The bathroom is at least 115 square feet, has two sinks, a large bathtub, a middle-sized shower, walk-in closet, and two large mirrors. He sat down on my bathtub which was next to my shower.

"Here, let me help you," I said as I sat down next to him with the first aid kit. I walked up to him and I saw he was still upset that he came to me for help. After what he said made me think about the past with him, I was about to do my nurse work on him and he cut me off.
"I can do it myself, kid!" He said through his gritted teeth, his action switched from saddened to furious which only makes my blood run cold, I look down and put my hands into fists.
"YOU CAME TO ME, only to talk bout how you felt when we were fucking kids, this wasn't the idea I had for 'I need help' so let me fucking help!" I yelled leaving no room to argue.

I didn't care if I cursed like I did at school. It felt kinda good, Chase showed no emotion like before but something flickered in his eyes that I don't know what it was. After I was done I threw all the blood wipes away, "The stitches will heal in a week or so, come to me when they get lost," I said as I leaned against the wall next to my closet. I got off the wall and headed into my room before a warm hand grabbed my wrist.

"Why did you help me?" When I turned around I regret doing that because we were a few inches away, like earlier today, his breath fanned my face. He took a few steps back, causing me to frown from the lack of warmth from his body.

"Because I don't like it when someone gets beat up, or hurt, even when it's you getting hurt, I couldn't handle it if you got hurt even more" I said as he only nodded,
"That's why you wanted me to stop hitting Jack. Like the time at the playground, when a kid stole your new skateboard." He said.
"You remembered.." I said in a whisper that he heard because he only nodded not trusting his voice but his actions.
"What's going inside that little head of yours, Angel?" He said as he came closer and put his hand under my chin. I froze on the spot, he only chuckled.
"Only you Angel, only you. It's always been you," when I turned around he was out the door rather than the window.