Awaken *EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 7

Kaylin

Scott's kiss had rendered me frozen, his kiss was so gentle and felt like he was almost scared. For a brief moment I was unable to move, once my brain began to process Scott's lips on mine nothing could stop me from mine joining his. His tongue brushed against my lip, silently requesting entrance which I could not give. Pulling back away from him I was able to gasp for air, Scott was breathing in as if the air was harming his lungs. 

"I'm so sor-," my apology cut off as the door swung open revealing Allen and his scowl. Scott and myself had stepped apart but that space would not be enough for him. It wasn't obvious that only moments ago we had been kissing, but the scene that was painted didn't have a innocent tone either. Allen was someone who didn't handle people touching what was his well. 

"It is time to leave," Allen said coldly, his eyes glared and fixed on Scott. That look was one that was engraved into my soul, it haunted my dreams, was the boogeyman of my terrors; the face I believed that would see just before my death. Scott straightened himself somehow looming taller than before he stalked up to Allen, the sight sent what little strength I had out of me as I braced on the countertop for support. 

"Leave," Scott's voice boomed through the room in a way that rocked me to my core, but never invoking fear. Scott's command sparked a new level of tension in the air, Allen tried to stand against his command, but eventually faltered. Allen's movement were not smooth, almost as if his own body was fighting between confronting Scott or following his order. When he did at last start to exit the room his pace picked up more and more until we was at the door, not departing without throwing me that cold murderous glare I knew. Tonight, I would be beaten; possibly dead even. Notably, I couldn't muster the energy to care. Now that I had tasted Scott's lips on mine, it was as if his kiss had touched my soul. With that Allen and his brand of love no longer could plague me the same way. I couldn't speak as to what Scott felt, barely sure of what my own feelings were, but I felt at peace with the choice my heart seemed to have made. 

Scott sighed, seeming to be carrying much more than this tension with Allen. As he turned back towards me, I refused to look up and meet his eyes once we arrived back to his position before Allen interrupted. Strong hands cupped my shoulders and a electric pulse seemed to to mix with the warmth his body hummed with, causing me to look where we joined. Seeing no cause to this sensation my gaze traveled shyly up his jacket clad arm, wondering is Scott could feel this as well, until our eyes collided. His eyes held so much more than I could read, I felt like this wasn't all in my head, that he could feel or knew what this was. Maybe it was my inexperience, my forced isolation, my tainted past that clouded the answer from me. 

"I have to go," Scott whispered softly, pain laced the end of his announcement. Those four simple words dripped in his own emotion of sadness and pain seemed to mirror mine as I processed his words. Immediately I could feel the anxiety swarm my chest attempting to clog my airways. "I'll be back soon," his head connecting with mine. "Promise," he sealed his vow taking in a large breath. 

"He won't let me see you," my voice barely escaping out of me. "He's so angry already. There's no way he won't pu-." cutting myself off. Scott could never know. If Allen found out that those words were ever spoken, I knew I would pray for death. 

"Leave this all to me, nothing will happen," he soothed me. "I'm here, and you will never have to worry again. I shall talk to him today, settle this," he paused before clearing his throat. "You are very special to me Kaylin," nearly moaning from hearing my name of his lips. Scott lifted his head slightly, then placing a kiss my forehead before he separated himself from me and left.

I remained frozen from long after hearing Allen and Scott's silent departure, not even when the car pulled away from the house. An hour could have easily passed before my mind and body began to fully digest what had transpired and meant. Though I was unable to justify why Scott would want me, much less desire me. Allen was the only one who cared enough about me to make sure I was taken care of, he took care of me even when I was unworthy. There were days I worried if even he cared, but he saved me and for that I should be grateful. If only Scott knew the truth about me, how I am a beaten, broken, used, trashy,  and worthless girl; his feelings would change. Allen was right, he always is, he would be the only one who could love someone like me.