The Boy With The Eyes That I Can Only Remember( Kickthepj/Pj Liguori )

Chapter 9

I think I might've deleted some of the chapters that I wrote previously so if you guys think you read this before already please tell me because I think I deleted like three chapters... Oops.-Kiera ):

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I walked along the streets half scared to death of what is to come in the future. the night was cold and I could barely see 5 feet in front of me, it was weird being in a town that I grew up, not knowing exactly where was the whole time. I did one of those shivers that you do when you're really cold that makes you look kinda crazy and some what possessed. I knew Chris's house was only a few blocks away from mine but the coldness of the night and darkness that washed over me made it feel like his house was miles away.

I hate it, being alone. it brought back memories that I could only think of when nobody was around because just about every little thing that I did reminded me of my mother And our memories. I could do things so simple as skip a rock on the ground and it reminded me of the time my mother took me to a lake she discovered in the forest while my dad was a land 'business'Probably at a bar with is friends.

I love my mother so much more I don't understand why my father has to be so evil and to take away the one person That gave me joy and happiness in my life. I don't know what I did to deserve this but whatever it was it must've been terrible because I wouldn't wish anybody have any of these problems in their life, at least it happened to me, someone who could possibly be going nowhere with their life.

'Stop thinking about the past Olivia'

I stopped dead in my tracks. That voice, that soft, beautiful, life changing voice. Where had it come from, that's impossible.

'If you dwell on the past you become blind of the future'

My head was beating a mile a minute, my head began hurting and all the sudden I was out of breath. I felt sharp pains in every part of my body.

That voice, it belonged to one person and I knew who it was exactly. The voice of the one person I never imagined I would ever hear again.

"Mom."

It was all I was able to get out before I got really cold, like this was wind blowing only around my body, cold. Was I flying?

My head snapped up and my eyes flew open, I wasn't flying, I was being carried. Why does my body hurt so badly? Did I fall? Was all that a dream?

As I questioned myself a millions times over I quickly realized, I had no clue who this man was that was carrying me away.

I looked up and my eyes met a pair of breath taking green eyes. Why was my heart beating so fast? Am I even breathing? Why am I asking so many questions? But all I really wanted to know was who this mysterious person was and where was he taking me.

As soon as I tried to get a word out of my mouth I was silenced by the tip of the strangers fingers being pressed to my lips.

"You probably shouldn't talk, you're very weak." He spoke, throwing me completely off guard, his accent was like a punch in the face. "We're almost there, don't worry." He held me tighter as I felt a change in elevation as he stepped onto the curb of Chris's house. I wanted to try and ask another question just to hear his voice again but the sound Chris running out of his house kind of stole my attention towards that subject.

I was placed into Chris's arms and ran into the house. He laid me down on a kitchen counter for some reason as I thought it was a strange time to put me in a random spot like that. I attempted to sit up putting all my upper body weight on my arms.

Bad idea.

I screamed in pain as the blood poured out of the large slashes in my arms. I looked up at Chris with wide eyes, he quickly turned around grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it with warm water. The red liquid ran down my arm to the tips of my fingers and began dripping on the counter. I instantly felt the warmth of the wet towel as it was placed I'm my arm, soaking up the remains of what was still on my arm.

"Why do you do this to your self." Chris whispered softly. I felt bad, as much as I didn't like to be the center of attention, being given pity came in a close second. His arms wrapped around my torso as I was lifted and carried up some stairs and into the bathroom he sat me on the toilet as he frantically searched the cabinet, he pulled out some white bandages and kneeled down beside me. He began wrapping the thin cloth around my arm until it was completely covered. "What am I going to do with you Olivia Garcia?" He sighed, reaching from my arm, lifting it and placing a soft kiss on the wrapped arm.

I didn't know what to do! In situations like this I imagined I would feel fireworks exploding in my stomach, time to stop, and butterflies like In the books. Where was that? Why wasn't my breath taken away?

'Like when you saw that guy.' My mind teased and taunted.

Who was he?

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