Lifted // Klance

Chapter twenty one

Keith's POV

Why was Craig here... I knew Lance and I left him outside so he can continue taking pictures of the raccoon... but how did he know where to find me. The thought of it was kind of creepy...

We sat in the car. Not moving. Just sitting in it. I hated to see the hotel near me. Lance was there. I didn't want to be close to him. At least not anymore. Being inside the car alone with Craig didn't make me feel any happier. Yeah, he saved me from almost falling off a ten story building... but I knew what he was capable of.

He was crumbling caramel candy wrappers for fun. "Want one?" he asks, handing out a caramel candy. I shook my head and inched away.

We barely said a word to each other. This is awkward. I didn't want to be found in the first place... I want to just leave. Why did he bring me back to the hotel? I decided not to ask.

"I can't believe Lance didn't come after me..." I sighed breaking the weird silence. I knew he cared about me and stuff, way too much, but he didn't follow me when I left. So he was okay with me getting lost and hurt?

"You understand why he's so overprotective of you, right?" Craig said. I nodded.

"Because I have a heart disease."

"No."

Huh? What else could be the reason. He thinks i'm weak and i'll just shatter. He won't touch me the way I want him to. Wasn't that the reason... "what do you mean then..." I say.

"He never told you, did he?" Craig sighs. "It wasn't only you. He's overprotective of you because he lost one of his siblings to cancer in his youth and he wasn't able to save him. And he loves you..."

I stayed silent at that. How come Lance never told me something so important like this... if he did, i'd understand why he's so afraid. "You know Alice and Lucas right?"

I nodded in response. "They aren't just twins. They were triplets. It's just... one left the crib."

Everything was starting to become a little more clear. I kind of felt sorry for Lance... but I still couldn't forgive him. I'm not sure why... So I decided to change the topic before things get too emotional and weird.

"What happened to your face..." I asked.

"I'm ugly, I know-"

"No I mean there are scratch marks everywhere. Let me guess...the raccoon did that to you."

He nods, laughing a bit and I did too. This wasn't so bad... and Craig is wrong. He isn't ugly. If anything, he's attractive. But the thing that completely threw him off his his bitchy attitude and dangerous personality. But right now, I learned the humorous and kind side of him. No one can be pure evil... if you just looked deep within them, they do have a good side. I kept that in mind.

"Do you need a bandaid?"

"Your childish snoopy on a rocket-ship bandaids? Fuck those."

"You're still bleeding, come on..." I huff and reach into my fanny pack. I only held one left. The rest, I kept in my first aid kit in my luggage back at the hotel. And no way was I going back there. Lance may have had a good reason for being so overprotective of me, but he didn't think to care about how I felt. It was like he didn't care about my feelings, more about my health.