Part Thirteen {Paul's POV}
I slowly opened my eyes to see Lee. When she saw me she rushed over. I was too confused.
"Paul?" She whispered
"Wher- where am I" I asked
"You're in the hospital." She replied softly.
"Mate, who did this to you." John asked.
"Tha- that group 'The Follower'"
"Why?" John asked
"They wanted us to drop out of the competition. When I told them
no they did this." I said looking at Lee.
"I'm just glad your ok." I said to Lee.
"Rather me than you." I said forcing a smile.
She smiled back and gently kissed my lips.
After a couple days I could go home. I wasn't too badly hurt but I did have a few broken ribs. Once we walked in the apartment she shut the door and gently pushed me up against it. She was stroking my cheek and I noticed she was crying.
"Lee-" I started but she cut me off by her lips against mine.
I stroked her back until she pulled away. More tears fell as she spoke.
"I- Thought you weren't going to be ok." She said softly.
"Babe, I'm so sorry you had to find me like that, but I swear I'm fine." I said
"You just scared the living shit out of me." She said half smiling.
I Gently kissed her lips.
"I'm just worried about next time." I said without thinking.
"Wh-what did they say?" She asked.
Damn, I don't want to worry her.
"Nothing, it's ok." I said pulling her close and kissing her.
She gripped my hair and I put my hands on her waist. She slowly walked, still kissing me, onto the couch where I laid down and pulled her onto of me. My ribs hurt slightly, but I didn't care. She gripped my shirt and pulled it over my head. The bruises were still there but much better. As soon as I tried to pull her shirt over her head, there was a knock at the door. I pulled away from the kiss looking down at her for a minute.
"Everytime." She grumbled.
I got off the couch and helped her up. I grabbed my shirt from the floor an slipped it over my head and answered the door.
Oh shit.
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