BackFlip Mate

Chapter 5: Holy Shizzz.

 CHAPTER 5

EDITED

HOLY SHIZZz.   

 (Pic of Kristoff)

I could feel myself flipping backward; I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t do anything. I was shocked, my mate, I had found him and I was going to die. I closed my eyes and just then something strong wrapped itself around me. I closed my eyes tighter; I knew I was imagining it, so I prepared myself for the jolt, and darkness.

But when it came I slammed into something that wasn’t cement, my body ran with tingles as I heard a pop and we rolled a few feet. A low throbbing came from my shoulder, but my shoulder wasn’t hurt.

I opened my eyes in confusion to see my mate under me. My head and heart ran through a million emotions, love, concern, worry, fear, curiosity, and wondering. I looked down at his face, but he was gritting his teen, jaw clenched, and holding his shoulder.

Holy shit! His shoulder was dislocated, popped forward. I leaned down and, with what strength was left in me, I helped him sit up.

“I need you to hold really still,” I said in a shaky voice, “this will hurt a bit.”

He looked at me, eyes wide, almost as shocked as I was and he pulled back a little.

“I need you to trust me, Okay?” I put all my true feelings into my voice, hoping that he would listen, though I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t, no one really ever listened to me. He stared at me, his stunning eyes almost too much for me, and then he nodded.

Without a word I placed one hand on his shoulder, and one on the back of his neck. My hands burned when they came in contact with his skin, and he shivered closing his eyes and whoa, that turned me on. I took a deep breath. Focus.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” I scream, looking to the opposite side of his dislocated shoulder, and the moment he looked that way I pushed on his shoulder, putting it back in with a pop. He cried out in pain and the sound of it struck fear into me like a knife. I didn’t get time to think about it ‘cause something ripped me away from him, tackling me to the ground.

 I yelped as my head hit the ground, I made no struggle to move and I closed my eyes. A lot of growling went on before I felt his electric body above me.

“Are you alright?” a voice, that send shivers down my back asked. I made no reply, I just wanted to lie there and listen to him talk.

“Come on, say something!” a wave of Déjà vu came over me, but quickly passed as a warm hand cupped my face. I couldn’t move, I was dazed; I’d never been touched like that. The hand moved over my eyes and I could suddenly open them. He was leaning over me, eyes concerned and watching me, as if I might faint.

“W-what?” I was just able to say. I could barely concentrate with his sweet minty hot breath softly puffing on my face.

“Are you hurt?” He abruptly nuzzled his face into my neck, my eyes started to tear up, why was he doing this, it felt amazing and so right, but if my uncle found out… I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.

“Hey, hey,” he lifts me up, bridle style, and starts walking. I bury my face in his jacket, inhaling his marvelous sent and tried to calm myself. A blur of short conversion takes place and then I was put into a seat of a car [AN: I didn’t want to say car seat, lol] I slump forward at once, letting my head rest on my knees, and my arms touch the floor of the car. My mate was saying something but I could barely keep track of my own speeding mind. He suddenly lifts me up into his arms so that I was sitting on his lap. I hide my face in his jacket.