Where Do I Go From Here?

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I stared obliviously at the person who stood in front of me.

It wasn't Jared at the train station, it was Justin.

Justin.

All the memories of my Justin came flooding to me. All the laughter, all the tears. The only person I could trust...

Suddenly I realised how absently I was staring at the unknown person standing in front of me. His hand was still out reaching towards me, hesitantly I reached out. As my fingers touched his, my body tensed. I've never been so intimate with anyone for as long as I can remember.

"Uhm, thanks." I turned around as soon as I was on my feet, when he gently grabbed my arm, contrasting to Brittany's viciousness.

"No, wait... You didn't tell me your name..." His voice close to a whisper.

"It's not worth knowing, you saw what happened just a few minutes earlier..." I defended myself, making no eye contact with the stranger in front of me.

In an urging manner, "Forget them! The fact that I am still here shows you I'm not like them! I'm taking you to get patched up...", he exclaimed.

And without another word, he pulled out his phone and began calling for a taxi.

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Justin's point of view:

I stared at her innocent face as she blanked out, forgetting when and where she was. I wondered what was on her mind, not realising my hand was still suspended in mid air. Just as I was about to withdraw it, I felt her fingers on mine which instantly released the butterflies in my stomach. I liked this girl, there was no doubt. But how could I help her? She could not be left alone in the state she was in... Even if she was okay, I wouldn't be able to tear myself away from her presence.

"Uhm, thanks."

I was brought back to reality with the words that had been uttered from her mouth and the fact she was turning away from me.

What? No! I wouldn't let another opportunity pass again. Thinking on my feet, "No, wait... You didn't tell me your name...", I blurted. I didn't care if she thought I was being pushy, I needed to know her name. It's not something I can explain... I just needed to. This impatient feeling within me was growing and with it, so did my protective instinct. By now, I knew I fell for her.

Even without knowing her name.

My thoughts were yet again interrupted. "It's not worth knowing, you saw what happened just a few minutes earlier..." and with that, I felt a sudden rage. Not at her. But at all the people standing there doing nothing, allowing it to happen, including myself.

"Forget them! The fact that I am still here shows you I'm not like them! I'm taking you to get patched up..." In that split second, I knew I had to make it up to her. I knew I had to gain her trust. I knew it would be near impossible, but I would do it.

I can do it.

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The black taxi arrived and I held her upright as she climbed into one of the seats. Her limp body resting on me... The feel of her skin was tremendously smooth, reminding me of a pure white, untouched rose. I sat opposite her, directed the driver and began examining her injuries. There was dry blood all over her and majority of all the minor cuts had healed, the gash on her knee being one of them. But I noticed that the cut on her lip was deep, too deep to be left untreated. I knew she felt my gaze on her body because her cheeks grew red and she turned her head to look through the window.