Rescue Me

Chapter 14

I feel angry right now. So angry at myself and my foolish actions. I am so caught up in my own mind, that I shut out the one person who actually understands me. I wanted someone to make me safe and comfortable, and I finally did. Stefan is everything I want and need, down to the last minuscule detail. 

Sometimes it is hard to escape your own demons that crowd your thoughts. 

The long car ride has been spent in silence with my thoughts. You know, when you're constantly debating between right in wrong, you get caught up in it all, and make the wrong decisions. 

I should of stayed there with Stefan. I should of let him become my first kiss. It was right and I knew it.I need to stop blaming everything on my father. In all honesty, these are my choices. I make them with or without my dad's influence. 

I take a deep breath and turn off the engine of the car, and step out quickly, shutting the door after with a slam.  I walk over to the glass doors and spot Blake sitting in the chair by the lobby. I really can't handle this right now. 

"Finally, I've been waiting here for two hours!" Blake shouts when I step through the lobby doors. 

"Look, I am having a horrible day, I don't need you and your insults added to the list."  I reply bitterly and jab the elevator button with my finger. 

"I'm not here to insult you!" He shouts again with a confused expression plastered on his face. Only Blake would be this oblivious. "Then what are you here for?"  The elevator dings and I move my way into it, Blake following after me. 

"Well, my mom called me this morning and was freaked. She knows I'm here in Fairview. I told her everything Kate." He gives me this look, like I am supposed to be proud that he told his mother he destroyed our friendship and raped a girl. 

"I don't want to hear it Blake. What do you need to tell me?" The elevator doors open and I walk out fast. 

"It's your dad." 

The door opens to my apartment, and I slip off my boots. "What about him?" I question and fall back onto the couch. 

If he died, I don't know what I will do or feel. I don't think he did though, he's too much of a damn fighter.  I am beyond tired at this point and all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep. But, nothing ever seems to be in my favor. 

"He's dead," Blake's voice is so low, I can barely hear what he says, but I do, and I get this wave of pressure in my head. I stare at Blake for I don't know how long. 

I am not sure what is going on around me. I see Blake's mouth moving, but I hear no noise. There's just this blur around me and I feel light headed. Suddenly I feel moisture on my face, and wipe it from my cheeks. 

"What's dripping?" I look up at the ceiling, but see nothing but the plain white ceiling I've become accustomed to. 

"Kate, you're crying." I hear Blake's deep voice and stare at him in pure shock. 

I am not crying. Am I crying? I wipe under my cheeks and come to realization. I'm actually showing an emotion rather than hatred towards my father. I feel something deep in my chest, and I hate it. I am letting myself break under this swarming feeling, and I hate it. I hate all of this. This pain and the stupid tears falling down my face, it is all too much, and all I want to do is scream. 

I seriously think I am going to scream if I do not get out of this apartment

Without a word I run out of my apartment with no shoes, and down the staircase. I am seriously going insane. Insanity is going to run me over like a truck, I can feel it creeping up. My sub conscious is just laughing at me and throwing "I told you so" in my face. 

I push open the door of the exit and come face to face with Stefan.

Jesus, I don't remember breaking a freaking mirror!

I wont be surprised if I look like a train wreck. I know I do though. My hair is a mess, from me running frantic, and my cheeks are stained with tears, the mascara covering my lashes is stinging my eyes, and I am having a mental breakdown. 

Stefan rushes to my side and puts his hand over my wet cheek. "Kate, what's wrong?" His eyes searching mine.  I try to speak, but no words form. I let myself lean into his hand. I need him right now. I need his comfort. These are words I never thought I would be thinking. 

"M-my," I let go of the thin rope I have been holding desperately onto and fall apart. "My dad," The tears fall down onto my chin and hit the tile floor. I am begging myself to stop crying, but my safety net has disappeared into thin air. "He's d-dead." As the words slip past my lips, my legs buckle, and I am on my knees with my head in my hands. 

I feel Stefan's arms wrap around me and pull me close to his chest. "Breathe, Kate." His voice slows down the rainstorm of tears. I take a long needed breath, that comes out ragged. "You're okay. I'm here." He whispers in my ear. 

I am not sure how long I stay wrapped in Stefan's arms, but I know one thing for sure, I am completely infatuated with him and my feelings have exceeded anything I have felt before. 

(Thank you all for reading my story. It has come so far in the past month! I am working on a new story that I hope you guys will like. It is totally different from this story. I just want to say congratulations to DarylsWife for completing "Him" it was one of my favorite books to read! I will try to update Saturday. Have a great weekend! Don't forget to comment and vote!)