Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Fourteen

"Dan listen to me, it's going to be okay."

"When?"

"When you're better we'll go home, and we can cuddle and ill make cookies and we can star gaze, just like old times."

"Too late,"

My sky blue eyes danced around the dimly lit room before finally resting on the one familiar face that made me feel warm inside. His light brown curls hung loosely from his forehead as he slept peacefully beside me. I tried to sleep, but sleep was impossible when the thoughts inside your mind ate you alive.

The pain in my leg was sharp, even though the damage wasn't that bad in the first place. It seemed as though the small cuts always hurt the most.

It had been a few days since I seen Lance, not that I was complaining, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. What if he came back after me? What if he hurt Dan?

I felt Dan's warm arm wrap around my waist, pulling me close to him as the sun began to rise.

"Morning beautiful," he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into the crease of my neck, still half asleep.

"Good morning," I replied with a small smile.

As much as I loved being here, I didn't want to get so attached to him. There will always be that chance of losing him as long as Lance was around.

He yawned and sat up, rubbing his tired hazel eyes. "Would you like some breakfast?"

I shook my head as I sat up onto my knees, allowing the chilled air to spill between the warm blanket and me.

"Okay," he replied with a smile before pulling the covers off and swinging his legs around and off the bed.

I watched as he swept his tousled curls back from his eyes. I don't deserve him. I never deserved him. He didn't deserve someone as broken as me.

"How's your leg?" he asked before standing up.

"Fine," I replied, my voice breaking.

He smiled and nodded, "Good. I'm glad its feeling better."

I nodded in agreement as he disappeared into the kitchen. My own thoughts hurt more than my leg at this point.

I sighed and swung my legs over the
bed. He'd never understand. I laid back onto the bed, swinging my dangling legs that hung delicately over the side of the bed.

I laid in silence for a while before allowing my eyes to flutter shut. I slept for what felt like a couple minutes, but what really was a few hours. I awoke to Dan playing with my hair.

"You're awake," He exclaimed with a small grin.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked softly, looking over at him.

"Couple hours," he replied as he traced shapes on my temple before gently moving stray strands of hair out of my eyes.

I couldn't help but smile at his gentle touch. He was so breathtaking even in just sweatpants and a baggy black t-shirt.

It was then I knew. If Lance returned I would set things right with him. From this point on it was Dan and I. Just the both of us for the rest of eternity.

"Lance called," Dan said emptily, still tracing shapes on my temple as I looked up at him.

I furrowed my brows, "What about?"

He shrugged and laid back on the bed beside me. "Just said that he wanted to hear from you - I told him to go to hell."

Maybe it was too late to get rid of Lance the easy way. Maybe it was time for me to step up - The hard way.