The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 29• Waffles? Waffles.

Chapter 29• Waffles? Waffles.

From the lounge room, I could hear the slam and lock of the door. I had only just plopped down on the couch, where Bridget was already sitting silently staring at nothing in particular. Blake came into view seconds later from around the corner and I caught his eyes. I couldn't look away, as I stared into his dark orbs that held no light. His emotions were clearly appearing on his face. I know he locked the door when at the other hotel and before now we didn't even bother, and I know why he did. I know he feels guilty, slightly frustrated and he's trying to cover his hurt. He looks so vulnerable right now and it took all in my will not to give him a bear hug right here and now. I probably should, I guess there isn't anything wrong with doing that. We are pretty close after all.

But when he gave me a small, sad - the saddest I've ever seen - smile, I knew the fight in him was wearing thin. He broke the eye contact and slowly walked away from the lounge to one of the bedrooms. In silence we stayed for another 10 minutes, at the least, with Bridget, Ryan and I. I'm not quite sure where Mike is, I think I saw him go to the bathroom when we walked in but I'm not sure where he is now. Blake hasn't retreated from his room and I'm really, really worried, to say the least.

There is a strong, like two magnets, pull that I can feel towards him. How come I'm still sitting here, when I could be possibly helping him? He's going through a tough time so I should be a good person and go help him, right? But sitting here on the couch also makes me think that I should sort out my own thoughts before going to help someone else.

Urgh, being a good person is tough. I thought as I stood up and walked out of the lounge. Bridget gave me a quick, curious look but I didn't really pay attention. I followed a short corridor, the first door was open with a bathroom on the inside. There was one door left and it was closed. Thoughts were racing around my head as I practically trudged towards the door. I stopped in front of the door. I stood there door a few seconds with my hand on the doorknob, debating.

I took my hand away, thinking I shouldn't just walk in. If he wants his privacy, he can have it. All I have to do is offer my comfort. Instead, I lifted my hand, tucked into a fist, to knock on the door.

All the sudden the door swung away from me and there stood a scruffy looking Blake. He didn't notice me at first as he was looking at the floor but then noticed I was standing there. Other than an incidental look of shock, he didn't really react. He hardly moved, just looking into my eyes as I looked back, but he barely looked focused.

I felt fingers wrap around my wrist, and I didn't exactly know what was going on. I would say I spaced out but I was aware of what was happening, I just couldn't react. Blake pulled me into the dimly lit room and closed the door over. It wasn't fully sealed, but it gave the room some privacy. I'm not quite sure why that is needed, though.

Blake breathed out a sigh. He looked down at the floor, with his hand still wrapped around my wrist firmly yet cautiously. His other hand raked through his medium-length brown wavy hair and then dropped to his side. I watched him, feeling mesmerised but trying to focus on the situation.

Blake took another deep breath. Finally, with a soft yet firm voice, he said, "I think after everything, it's best for you to go home. This isn't a place for you," the last part he spat out louder than before, "so I can drive you, and Bridget, home and by the time I'm back and where I'm supposed to be I'll have 2 days before finals. I just think-"

I shook my head vigorously, readily able to snap into a steely expression. I couldn't believe that he would impose this idea on us. "No, that's ridiculous! Why would you think we would-" I inputed but was cut off.