Kiss Me Please

{ Chapter 5 }

Dylan's P.O.V...

I held my hair back away from my neck, the familiar scar that began just below my left ear. Though the scar came from a painful accident, the memory was one of the most touching moments of when Darrington showed the true him, not the stone cold him people always saw. Thinking about that moment sent be flying back in time, back to the days before the pain and sadness had begun.

~1 year ago~

I stared pensively at the deathtrap on wheels looking quickly up at my best friend, Darrington grinned mischievously at me sitting astride the motorcycle his hand patting the seat behind him. Shaking my head and holding up my hands, I was NOT getting on that thing not even if he paid me a life time supply of chocolate.

Darrington had gotten a new motorcycle, though he said he bought it while I don't believe him and think otherwise, after a heated talk he had finally coaxed me into riding behind him. I sat on the seat wrapping my arms tightly around his waist and felt the motorcycle hum a deep and loud purr, Darrington I knew had a giant smile on his face and he thrummed the engine and we took off.

My hair whipped around my shoulders, the helmet on my head had a screen which shielded my eyes from the harsh wind as we zoomed around town. While Darrington was motoring us back to my house, a squirrel suddenly raced in front of the motorcycle and to make sure that he didn't hit it Darrington jerked the motorcycle sharply to the right, I wasn't holding on tight enough and I flew off the motorcycle as it turned.

I soared through the air as if flying, but after a few seconds of just air I finally hit the ground hard with a thud, I groaned pained the shield covering my eyes had shattered as I hit the ground. A sharp broken piece of the shielder had cut skin just below my left ear, though I felt no sting of pain from that cut just a kind of numb feeling, I felt my blood slowly seeping from the wound. Though it wasn't a large cut, it was pretty deep Darrington rushed over and picked my up bridal style, he ran with me still in his arms back to his bike and sat me down in the seat.

"Dylan, are you alright!?" Darrington pulled off the helmet gently but quickly, and examined my face, arms, legs searching for any serious wounds, he then caught sight of the cut.

"Oh God Dylan, I'm so sorry!" He gingerly touched the cut, and I took in a sharp hiss now that the numbness was gone I felt the stinging feeling, Darrington's eyes filled up with regret and he whispered looking at me. "I'm sorry... I should have never taken you on a ride on my bike..."

I shook my head, the cut stinging even worse but I ignored the pain and attempted a smile, I hated seeing Darrington like this it honestly broke my heart into pieces. "I'm alright, its just a little cut and if I hadn't been wearing this helmet my head would have been smashed so this cut is nothing!"

Darrington stared me right in the eyes his mouth in a straight line, and I knew he didn't believe me for one second, I looked away and said covering the cut with my hand. "So... can we go back to my place so I can clean this scratch up?" He nodded slowly and sat on the motorcycle, he left the broken helmet under a tree and took his helmet and placed it over my head saying in a hushed tone. "Here, I don't want you hurt again and if it means risking my own life I'll do it."

I opened and closed my mouth no words coming out, I licked my lips and nodded silently Darrington got on infront of me and I tightened my grip on his waist, he started up the engine and we were off once again. My heart was pounding, not with adrenaline or the thought that I could have died but that Darrington actually said he'd die for me, that was the first time he's ever said something like that to me.

When we finally stopped infront of my house I hopped off and waited for Darrington to cut the engine and get off his bike, after doing so he lead me inside my house pulling off his helmet off my head and yanking me directly to the upstairs bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet seat (lid closed thank God), and started tending to my wounds his touch was gentle and his pace was steady.