Days With Puck Greene.

Daddy Issues

Puck

It was agony. I can't take anymore of this. He hits me again, "stupid little bitch. should've kept your mouth shut." He smashes a palm across my fourteen year old cheek. Tears are screaming down my face, but I dont cry out. I bite my lip until I taste blood. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of hearing me scream "If you ever tell your counselor what goes on in this house, if you so much as imply it I will kill Boyd. Don't think I wouldn't slut," he sneers.

"Leave her alone," Boyd screams. Dad turns to hit him too.

"No!" I launch myself at him clawing at his skin leaving red marks that bleed. He snarls backhanding me and I slam into the hot pan of boiling water. Its spills all over me burning my skin and I scream.

His hands are on me shaking me and he's screaming, "Puck! Puck wake up! PUCK!"

I jerk awake striking out at something solid. My fingernails rake down someones cheek. "Puck! It's ok! It's Noah!"

I calm down taking deep breaths. Noah has claw marks down his cheek and he's bleeding, but his eyes are on me.

He looks at me, like he's finally seeing me for the first time.

"Puck," he says so softly.

No. Noah cannot be kind to me like this. It's unexpected. And I can't handle it.

"Puck it's ok, don't cry." I touched my cheeks realizing they were wet with my tears. And suddenly it was like a dam that had burst free and my whole body crumpled in on itself as I sobbed.

Why do I have to be so weak?

I feel Noahs strong arms go around me and he pulls me onto his lap. He rubs my back and strokes my hair but doesn't say anything while I cry. I appreciate it.

When I was done crying I was left emotionally drained and physically exhausted. My head rested against Naohs collarbone and I found that I fit there. Like he was made for me.

Stop kidding yourself Greene.

I tried to move but Noah locked his arms around me. "Don't pull away Puck. Dont fight me on this, you scared the hell out of me." He sounded so worried. I peered up at his face and saw that his eyes were sincere and even a little moist.

He yawned and pulled me down onto my side so we were laying face to face and put one arm under my head so it wrapped around to my shoulder and the other slung over my waist.

"Sleep, I'll keep you safe." Noah promised.

I actually believed him.

I woke up in unfamiliar arms. What the hell?

Suddenly last night came rushing back to me. Oh hell. I had let Noah Strauss see me weak. I had let him hold me. He would never let me live this down. What if he told everyone?

I shift and try to slip out of his strong arms, but he tighted his hold on me and nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck. "Noah get up," I shove at his shoulder.

"Just a few more minutes Kitten," he murmurs sleepily. I blush and goosebumps rise on my skin when his nose tickles my neck.

That's when I realized I hadn't dreamt again since he had wrapped me up in his arms. Not even a little bit.

"Noah!" I shake him and when he doesn't budge I push him off the couch. He slams on the floor and wakes up with an oomph!

"What the hell!?"...he looks around sleepily. His dark hair is ruffled from sleep and drool is dried up on his chin.

Adorable.

"Puck?" his eyes widen and his voice softens "Hey how're you feeling sleepyhead?"

He remembers. Damn.

"I'm fine," I snap.

I don't know why I was so mad at him maybe because he was the only one I had ever let see me cry. Not even Boyd had seen me in tears.

His eyes harden and his tone is flat, "Good. Don't worry my team will be here in a few hours so you can leave when the doors are unlocked."

I breathe a sigh of relief. I can't continue to be this close to Noah without being tempted to let him have his way with me. To dangle his hands in my hair and kiss me until I can't think straight.

No.

He would only break my heart.