Troublemaker

Chapter-35 I won't stay away

Hey there lovely people! Like I promised, I'm here with another chapter of Troublemaker and that too in Warren's POV! I don't know I just felt like writing this in his POV and I guess it turned out okay. 

I was watching this movie- Bride Wars today and I found it pretty great. And then it started raining like crazy and while it should be blazing hot right how it's cold all of a sudden. I hate anything and everything which is cold. By the way I'm planning on watching 'the space between us' soon since I have so much time right now.

I can't believe I'll be graduating soon!

Anyways, enough of my rambling. Just enjoy the chapter and do not forget to let me know whether you'd like to see another chapter in his POV :D 

                                                                        Chapter-35 I won't stay away.

Warren's POV

Her eyes were wilder than before.

They burnt a little too bright, a sharp striking violet that was as beautiful as I'd first experienced it. She was absolutely mesmerizing.

Abigail groaned pressing the back of her hand against her burning forehead and I desperately wished I could help her but I couldn't because I had to drive and get her to Avalana as soon as possible.

"I need to get out of here," She said, her voice cracking and hoarse.

"No you can't," I asserted trying to keep her under control.

I clenched my jaw, my knuckles turning white from the tight grip I had on the steering wheel and I felt like tearing everything apart. Her condition-it pained me to watch her endure this torture all by herself when it wasn't even her fault. I wish I could do something.

"Warren please. I just need to breathe," She yearned, her tone desperate and full of affliction that I was incapable of taking away.

I sighed deeply.

I stopped the car, knowing we were just 20 minutes away from Ava's home and that it shouldn't be much of a problem to let Abigail out for five minutes considering she's been stuck in this car for several hours. I shuffled out of the car and into the warmth that the afternoon sun was providing. I've always hated the sun.

Making my way round the car, I opened Abigail's door and slid my arms around her waist, the sparks and electricity buzzing through me all over again. She never failed to ignite a certain part of me that I'd hidden somewhere deep within myself and no matter how much I tried to keep myself away from her, I knew I would always end up being closer to her.

I lifted her from the seat as she trembled slightly under my touch, the smoothness of her now pale skin drawing me in. She placed her hands on my shoulders for support and I swiftly took her out from the car, gently placing her on her two feet though I was unsure as to whether she should be able to support her own weight with the way she was swaying around.

So I held her close to me and she rested her head on my shoulder, her breaths labored while her skin burning like anything. She was extremely warm and that just elevated my worry. I didn't want to lose her. I just couldn't. And no, I didn't care about the deal I had struck with her, at least that's what I made it look like to her and she easily believed it.

From the moment I first saw her, I knew she was different. She was definitely someone special-not an average 17 year old trying to fit into the world. Her strength was otherworldly; her powers unprecedented. But the thing is- she doesn't know. She's always lived a fake life, as someone who she never even was. And then there were the heartbreaks she went through.