The lost meaning of Love.(on Hold)

Chapter 4

I flutter my eyes open only to see that Dylan is messing around in my bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked getting up, but then falling backwards. Man I'm so weak.

"Hey be carful." He said walking over to me.

"Let's try that again, but with my help." he smiled. putting his hand out for me to grab.

I nodded and grabbed his hand. it was very hard trying to do this, I finally got to my feet only to stumble into his arms.

"Don't worry I've got you." he said putting his arms around my waist steading me like he did yesterday.

Fire ripped through my hole body. It feels like being ripped apart from the inside. Like swimming in fire. I can't believe I actually ran so much that it would make me this weak. It's horrible.

"Ah it hurts to walk at all." I turned my head around to where I could see him and told him this.

"Hmmm...do you want me to carry you?" he asked.

Before I could answer he scooped me up in his arms and sat in the chair I had been strapped in yesterday.

"You know", I said looking down, "You don't have to sit with me, I think I can do that on my own."

"Eh, It's fine. I actually like doing it." He said and winked at me, I felt the blood boiling in my cheek.

"Oh. I just..I don't know. I'm sorry to be a bother to you, once I'm strong enough I'll pack up and leave. at least you won't have to deal with me.haha." I said, something in me told me I didn't want to leave and I had to agree with that.

"What? No your not a bother to me. I don't want you to leave. you can if you want, but I don't mind the company." he said.

"Okay I'll think about it, but yesterday you said something about a group following you? what were you talking about?" I asked.

"I,um, it really doesn't matter. are you hungry, I'll go get some berries or something from the forest for you."

"Um, actually did you not see the granola bars I packed in my bag, when I woke up you were digging in my bag." I said glaring at him.

"Yeah I did see them, totally forgot about them."

"Well, let's eat those." I suggested.

"Sure." he said leaning down from the chair and reaching into the bag pulling out two granola bars.

"Wanna go outside and eat them?" he asked.

"Sure." I smiled. he pick me up and we went outside.

The sun brought much more light than the dim lantern Dylan had in the shed/house. I was able to see all of my injures; Bruises all over my legs and arms, Scars on my legs and few on my arms.

"Wow", I stated, "I must look horrible." Dylan sat me up on the grass and retreated to my side staring at me.

He shook his head. "No you don't Jill, you look....very pretty."

"Liar." I said with a little laugh.

"I'm not kidding." he looked at me with a serious face.

"Sure." I looked away ashamed of how bad my face must look if my legs and arms look like this. I slowly started to lay back when Dylan put his arm around me pulling me closer to him. then we laid back on the damp grass.