These Things Happen

Chapter Nine

Author's Note: HELLO! First of all, I'm very sorry for the delay. I just got done with my IGCSE's and I've been having a terrible writer's block (more like not being able to put it in writing). But, now it's all good. So more frequent updates and more drama ;D enjoy!

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Playlist: Next Year - Two Door Cinema Club

"We must bring our own light to the darkness." -Charles Bukowski

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Lea's POV:

No no no.

What is wrong with me? I was fine. I was fine!

He wasn't supposed to see that. Nobody is supposed to see that. Does he know? Did he figure it out?

I yelled out in frustration and hit the wall in front of me with all my will until I finally broke down crying. Why couldn't I just escape this?

My thoughts consumed me for I don't know how long until the doorbell rang pulling me out of my world.

I looked at my knuckle noticing that I did a good job of busting them and making them bloody. I walked to the door wiping my face trying to look normal. And I opened the door.

"Hey Brit girl, you forgot these on the—- Lea, what happened?" Dean stood in front of me with my iPod and sipper but now also with a frown on his face.

"Nothing. Thanks for this. How'd you find my house?" I said trying to smile.

"You live close to Hunter's. Lea, stop changing the topic. What happened?" He asked softly.

"It's nothing, Dean. I'm fine, I promise." I tried reassuring him hoping that he'd get the hint and let it go.

"Why is your knuckle bleeding then?" He questioned.

"Dean, please just let it go." I whispered quietly.

His eyes met mine and I could see he was worried. He stepped in and wrapped his arms around me pulling me for a hug. I buried my face in his chest and inhaled his cologne immediately, taking in all the comfort I could get. He didn't know what happened but he didn't push it either. However long we were standing there, it helped. By then I had calmed down and I was no longer crying.

"I'm not going to force you to tell me. You don't have to. I know you don't fully trust me yet so I'll wait. Okay?" Dean said grabbing the first aid kit from the kitchen and sitting next to me.

"Dean I—" I tried saying before he interrupted me.

"It's fine, Lea. Just let me clean up that wound okay?" He smiled. I mentally thanked him for being so understanding and for letting it go. I always knew he was a funny charming boy but this was a side of him I hadn't seen much. I was glad I did.

He took my hand and cleaned my wound while I winced in pain.

"Sorry!" He apologized while applying antiseptic cream on it.

"It's okay. Thank you." I said quietly with a smile.

"Any time," He grinned, "Just don't hurt yourself again please."