My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

All I want..

I was in shock. My stomach was already swirling inside... I was silent for way too long because the police officer started to wave his hand in front of my face.

"Mr. O'Hara. I really hope you're not going to vomit or faint. Come and get your machine."

I got back to my senses. My head was still spinning, I was still feeling weak. I had kept my distance for almost seven weeks, which my parents hated, but I was too stupid to care. I hated that robot. Or... I wanted to hate him. I hoped if I stayed away, my weird feelings would die and it would hurt less. I was too stubborn, and in the meantime, my own anger blinded me, making me unable to see how he was still trying to help. He was holding out his arm for me, so I wouldn't fall into the abyss of self-destruction...

"Hello...?? Boy, if you're high I'll need to..."

I snapped back to reality. My chest was moving violently as my heart was racing inside.

"Can he speak?? Where is he now?"

"He?"

I rolled my eyes and hurried out. By that I mean, as much as I could with this fatigue. The car was standing in front of our gate. The policeman was on my heels.

"Wait up! You're not going anywhere without me!"

I barely heard him anymore. I wanted to tear the car door open. But the guy grabbed my hand with a frown.

"Slow down, boy. There is nothing to hurry for."

"Just let me have him back and you can leave!"

He gave me a warning look. I didn’t want any more trouble. How was I supposed to take care of the dummy if I was sitting in a cell?

"Fine..."

He then opened the door and leaned in. With the most careless move, he pulled a certain humanoid out. My jaw dropped, my heart clenched. He looked worse than I expected. That handsome face which I had begun to like more and more, now humiliated with black paint... his arm, twisted out. It raised my anger. What happened?? Or who?? Why?

"Miles..."

I tried to hold him by his other arm. The policeman grimaced.

"Take this machine and good luck. I heard it costs a fortune to get them repaired. And sure this one needs it."

I even forgot to thank him for bringing Miles home. I was so worried. I walked him back into the house. My anger for him had left. I felt bad. Someone blinded him... someone *hurt* him.

"I'm here, I'm here now... What the hell happened?"

I placed my hand on his face to let him know I was close, and that I wasn’t mad anymore. Deep inside, I felt I had a part in this massacre...

"Will..."

He tried to move his arm but couldn’t. It made an awful noise. For once, I was glad he couldn’t feel anything. I didn’t want him in pain...

"Talk to me... Where were you? Why would you go out alone this late...?"

Unbothered by his ruined look, I leaned in to peck his face.

"I felt bad. You'd been avoiding me for weeks. Pretending I didn't exist. You didn’t listen, and I had to watch you ruin your life and all the progress we were making. I wanted to make it right..."

Another stab in my heart. I deserved it. I knew. I so knew it was partly my fault.

"...I thought if I went to Miss Lorette and asked her to come over, maybe you two could talk things out. I was willing to apologize to her. But..."