Every Lie Bleeds

Chapter 5

His words were like a slap in the face.

"Dead?" I croaked. I looked down before shaking my head and looking up again.

"You thought I was-" then he did something that would have never thought he would do having only known him for a few days.

He cupped my face in his hands. His only inches from mine. "But your not. Your fine."

Still looking down, I brought my head up. "How could you think I was-" I stopped when I looked into his eyes. And in that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to kiss him. Hard. I didn't know why I wanted it, but I know I didn't just want it. I needed it. I leaned in,

Only to have him let go of my face and look away.

Then it was gone. The feeling. It vanished as quickly as it had come.

"What did you-" I whispered.

"Huh?" He looked back at me.

"I thought-" he raised an eyebrow.

"N-Nevermind."

"Are you feeling ok." He rested his hand on my forehead. "You're still burning up. You need to go rest."

"I'm fine."

"No. Your not." He got up.

I rose just as quickly. "I don't need you to tell me how I feel!" The words stung coming out. He stopped. Like I had just smacked him. He turned around and I could see the pain in his expression.

He walked over to me and softy grabbed my shoulders. I looked into his eyes, and at the moment, they were all I could see. "Please." The pain in his voice hurt to hear. "Rest." He sounded so reasonable. All I needed was rest. I would feel better when I woke up. Because he said so. I felt myself fall forward.

"What-" I could hear my dads voice

He slipped his arms under me and I felt myself become weightless.

"She fell asleep. I'll take her to her room."

I could hear his heart as I leaned against his chest. And it was the last thing I heard before I let go of reality.

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I woke up in my room. For a second time that day. "Ugh." I groaned as I rolled over. "What the hell?" I looked at my nightstand only to find the flowers Asher was holding.

I never really got a good look at them. But I realized what kind they were.

White roses.

My favorite.

I almost jumped through the roof when a voice cracked the silence that held my thoughts.

"See your up. Again." Kim. I look up to see her standing in the door way. "How many times does Prince Charming have to save your sorry ass?

"He's not my Prince Charming. I don't even know him." I looked down. I couldn't meet her eyes.

I didn't know him. That was the truth. But somehow. For some reason.

I felt like I should.

"But he seems to know you." This time I did look up to see her eyes on the roses. "Huh, white." She chuckled. "Who woulda thought?"