Nikes - A Blake Richardson (New Hope Club) FanFiction

We need to talk

It didn't take long until someone knocked at my door, hesitantly and very quietly. "Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me." Blake answered.

"Come in." I replied.

Blake opened the door slowly and before he came in he said "We need to talk."

"We have." I whispered.

Then he closed the door and came to my bed, sat down and put his feet under the blanket of his temporary bed next to mine.

My heartbeat rose because I knew that he would talk about the kiss and wanted to settle things between us. That the kiss had only been a distraction and he would probably say sorry for that. I wanted to spare him this awkward talk, therefore I started before he was be able to.

"Look, you don't have to say sorry for the kiss. I have to say thank you. It really helped me to forget about the doors. It was the only thing that probably helped in this situation. Thank you so much for being there for me. I appreciate it a lot and please don't say sorry. This is not necessary."

I ended and waited for a reaction.

First he didn't do anything but then he slowly began to talk.

"It's not the kiss why I'm here. I don't regret the kiss and I will kiss you everytime again when you need it."

My heart made a beat.

"So why are you here though?"

Blake's P.O.V.

I chose my words with caution.

"The guy at the beach who made you be afraid. Your worried gaze whenever you are outside the house. Your nightmares every night. You never lock the door. Because you get panic attacks when you lock them. Adam's scar on his neck. You have been a year in England, definitely not because a student exchange.

"Damn Selena, I know something is going on. You can't deny it. I always knew. I thought it wouldn't be a big deal anymore and it would get better. But apparently not. And I do notice it. I know it wasn't my business and this was the only reason why I haven't asked you earlier. But now it is my business since I kissed you. So please tell me what happened."

I had noticed her expressions on her face. Before I had started she had looked at me, excited about what I would say. But as soon as she had heard what I had been about to say she had looked away at the ground. She still looked at the ground and I could literally see how she gave up to deny something and then how she tried to find the right words. But she kept silent.

"Selena, I want to help you. I care about you. But I can't do anything when I don't know what happened to you and Adam."

On one hand I wanted to give her time until she would be ready to tell it from herself. Putting pressure on her was the last thing I wanted to do. But now, as I was involved, I needed to know it. My biggest aim right now was to help her and to put her fears away, whatever it was and whatever it would take. If she only told me!

"You promise that you won't tell the others?" She finally said.

"I promise. But one day they'll ask as well, you know that."

She nodded sadly.

Her emotion change made me worry. I got more excited and at the same time I suddenly didn't know if I still wanted to know it. But now it was too late anyway. She started. I prepared myself for the worst.

"When Adam I were children we lived with our mother and father in a house in Brisbane, on the east coast of Australia. I don't remember my mother, I was too young. Adam does a bit... anyway, we lived normally and were a happy family.