There is Everything for You Here

Chapter 19

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My hand was still tight in his as we walked and walked and walked far away from the club. The ringing in my ears stopped after we got two blocks away, city noises filling the air instead. We went another block before I started to feel exhausted, adrenaline wearing off.

"Slow down," I panted, head still reeling. I gripped his hand with both of mine, pulling it in and close to my chest, willing him to anchor me.

"It's okay," he turned back, pulling me in close. "It's okay, just breathe," he said, placing one of hands on the side of my cheek. I leant into it, closing my eyes to take some deep shaky breaths. I opened my eyes and I was met with his dark green ones, which held an expression so soft I wanted to jump into his arms right then and there.

I fought back the urge and instead opened my arms, and he gave me a hug so soothing I could feel all the broken pieces of the night come back together again. I let my body press into his, let myself feel tired and allowed his arms to be the only thing keeping me up. "It's okay," he mumbled once again into my hair.

I let out my breath slowly and closed my eyes. The fight didn't even feel real, more like I was just watching from afar, like a movie or something. He held me out from him and scrutinized me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine." I said quietly. He didn't look like be believed me, but thankfully, did not press me on it, and we keep walking. "Where are we going?" I asked, letting him pull me along.

"My car."

"You drove here?" He nodded, the light of passing cars reflecting dimly on his face. I couldn't remember if he had mentioned anything about him even owning a car.

"Wait, you can't drive, you've been drinking. I stopped short as we walked. He continued, gently pulling me by my hand to get me going again.

"We're fine, I don't really drink," he said. What? I tried to remember if I saw him holding a drink in the club – he definitely was.

"Root beer," he explained, almost if he could read my thoughts. "You think I would even consider drinking and driving? Especially with you in the car?" My stomach did a flip flop, and soon enough we got to his car, him opening the door wide and gesturing me in.

"Thanks," I said quietly, and I felt lucky it was dark out so he couldn't see the heat rising in my cheeks.

Being a redhead, I always found it was a curse that everyone could see when I was embarrassed or nervous, my face turning red as a tomato every time. I turned on my phone and saw a gazillion texts from my friends, wondering where I was.

I quickly texted them that I was safe, and that I would explain later, but for now I was going home with Isaac. That would be fun to explain to them later. I hoped they would still have a good time without me.

"Did we kill him?" I asked, trying to remember the dangers of head injuries.

"What? No. He'll just be out for a little while."

"That's good," I said, distracted by the lights of the city as he drove. Slumping down in my seat, I brought my gaze back to him, reaching out to tug a little on the dark hair that curled behind his ears. Uncharacteristically, he giggled a little, but did not move his head away.

It was almost eleven when we pulled into the driveway. The effects of the alcohol had worn off, and I just felt exhausted. At least I made curfew, I thought to myself.

Thankfully no one was there to see us when we get into the house, darkness swallowing us up. Listening intently, the only noise present was footsteps upstairs. I followed Isaac into the kitchen as he got some ice for his face, pulling open the freezer door.