Silversage || Book I || 1D AU

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"What are you doing?" I looked from him to the journal in his hand. I was furious. I balled my hands up on a fist at either of my sides, letting my damp hair fall down my back.

"I-it fell out of your bag and I was going to put it back. It was opened to a page and the words kind of, captivated me to continue reading. I wasn't trying to invade your privacy! Never! I wouldn't do that it just--I didn't--I wasn't--"

My breathing began to come to a regular pace as I closed my eyes, feeling his stare on my eyelids. I ran a hand through my damp hair. I opened my eyes to see him still staring at me, with the now closed journal in his hands. He hands me the journal as I slowly took it and hugged it towards my chest.

"I-I'm sorry." He whispered, he looked up at me with his eyes sad, his hands dug into his pocket.

"It's fine. No harm." I walked over towards my bag and placed it in. I felt his stare on my back. I let out a sigh, ruffling my hair before turning around to see his brown eyes finding my hazel ones.

"Do you have a hair blower?" I asked. He shook his head. "Oh." I walked out over towards the small chair in the corner, siting down.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine, as I said before." I gave him a reassuring smile.

He sat on his bed, placing his elbows on his knees, staring down at his hands. "Have you ever met your father?" He asked, tilting his head at an angle to see my face.

"No, not really. I only talked to him once over the network." He scrunched his eyes in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've always thought that he, ya know, died before I was born. Mother never really mentioned him much, but when she does, it's always about him being proud, or something along those lines. Whenever she mentions him, her eyes always show the sign of grief, loss, and sadness. She's raised me for the past 18-19 years by herself, with no trace of him.

"He called me on my PCS on my birthday. I still don't understand why he just, disappeared for the past 19 years. Not leaving any clue as to why he had left. That was also the night when mother never came home. She just, disappeared too."

The silence overtook the room. I twirled the ring around my pinky, rummaging through my thoughts.

The note I got on my birthday that was signed by M, was the same day when she all of a sudden didn't come back home and...vanished. Who had I encountered that day who had a name that would be realistic enough to be signed by, M?

"I was beating up Maxius that day."

"What?" I asked bluntly. He took me by surprise.

"That day. When I-I left you on your doorsteps. I went to go find him. To beat the shit out of him. He had no right whatsoever to even dare touch someone like that. That is sexual assault. That was just disgusting as to what he did to you. It was disgusting that anyone should have gone through something like that.

"I drove around the neighborhood, trying to find that curly head of a dick. I drove past an alleyway, seeing him turn the corner into its forbidden aura. I got out and quickly followed him, until he was halfway down the alley. He stopped and slowly turned around.

'Prince Charming, so we meet again.' He smirked.

'Shut the fuck up you little prick. I already beat you up once, I can do it again.' My voice rose and echoed through the narrow alley. He laughed at my response.

'Wouldn't really look good on your records, would it?" He smirked.

'The hell are you--'

'You're the best player in the block, hell you're the best player in the county. Being caught beating the shit out of a guy without a purpose wouldn't really look good now would it?'

'You're pushing it curly.' I warned.

'Get ya future go to the dirt. Have your ass kicked off the teams. Getting taken away from your house to go to the--'

"I lunged at him. That fucking prick went too far. He had no right to know all of that information. No fucking right. Where he would even know those, I don't even know. I beat the shit outta him. He was smirking the whole time. That dickhead was smirking! Fucking smirking the whole time he was getting beaten the shot out of and he was fucking smirking! Unbelievable.

"Someone must've saw and told the police about it cause they came. He went, who even cares where he went. I got questioned as to why I did what I did. I had so many reasons to tell them as to why. But I didn't. I just couldn't. I didn't want you involved. I told them I was defending myself, which I was. Well, kinda. They let me go but of course, they gave me a huge warning. Saying about some shit about if I ever do something like that again I'd go back." He clenched and unclenched his fists, breathing in and out at a raspy pace. I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"He had no right to do what he did. You had no right to go through what you did." He turned towards me, staring into my soul with his piercing chocolate eyes. "He deserved it. That asshole fucking deserved it."

I was so touched. So flabbergasted as to why he had done such thing. To have possibly ruin his future in athletics for me. Or at least I think.

"T-thank you." He looked at me shocked.

"What for?"

"For doing what you did. For...saving me." I looked down at my hands. I hadn't noticed that I was siting on the bed until he lifted my chin up with his finger.

"I'd do anything. To save you."

••Author's Note••

AHHHHHH Sladann moment >~< Which ship do you sail? Which one do you sink?

I am sorry for the countless amount of times I've used foul language in this book.

I am sorry for the horrible attempt of writing a flashback in third person, kinda. So I wrote a flashback from Alden as he was telling his flashback and since this is Keira's perspective, she kinda just heard what she heard and describes it, I guess. Does that make sense?

If this helps in any way: Alden's point of view written in Keira's point of view of how Alden is telling the story/flashback.

Dedication:

Next Update: Saturday, June 28th