Loving The Enemy

5: "Adri"

"Just keep icing it and rest it as much as you can." The doctor told me, while wrapping gauze on my only sprained wrist. The bone cracking turned out to be just a dislocation. Then after the doctor popped my wrist back into place, he gave me lots of painkillers.

Through the whole process, I talk to Elias once. I was- am- furious with him. Him and Kieran. Though, Kieran more so, since I've had eighteen years to hate him, and Elias only a few hours. My mother says I got my temper from my father. Which would explain my, *clears throat* ire towards Elias and Kieran. I just don't like being surprised like that. And Elias knew that I was going to react that way. Adrian, your stupid and you need to get yourself together! I scoff at myself, rolling my eyes, and shaking my head as we walk down the white corridors of where ever the flying heck we were. Yeah. Still don't know where I am.

I stare down the upcoming wall that tells us we are reaching a dead end. I realize that this is the hall where the room I woke up in is. We reach the room and I go to turn the knob, but Elias stops me by taking my outreached hand. His hand is so warm against mine. I didn't know my hands were so cold until his warm hands covered mine. The sudden warmness made me shiver. Never wanting this comfort to leave, (even though I'm still majorly pissed at him) so I said nothing and stared at our hands. I could see him from the corner of my eye, staring at me. Every few minutes, it would look like he was going to say something, but every time he opened his mouth to do so, his eyebrows furrow, and he closes his mouth again. I wince because the painkillers are starting to ware off, and now my wrist is throbbing again. I tried not to show that it was hurting again, so that the moment wouldn't be broken, but my face betrayed me.

"Are you okay? Is your wrist hurting again? Here let me get you inside your room." Elias started to peel his hands from mine, but I retaliate, and grip his hands in mine, even though it hurt my wrist. I look at him with pleading eyes. "Will you stay with me?" I ask in a whisper. He already was shaking his head yes. He took me by my good hand and reached to open the door.  Elias led me into the room. My face is probably so red right now, but I don't care. I just want someone to hold me and to keep me safe. I forgive him, even though he didn't ask for my forgiveness. I understand why he didn't tell me.

Everything was just how we left it. Frayed rope and the cloth that was used to gag me. In the corner by the bathroom. My gaze turned to the bed in the opposite corner. The bed is a full size. I leave Elias' warm hand to go to the bed and get comfortable. I snuggled under the comforter, and when I finally got in a position that I was sure of, I looked up to see Elias still standing at the open door. His hand was on the door handle and he isn't looking at me.

I decide to take this moment to really look at him, now that he didn't have his guard up, and I could actually see his natural face. His hair looks so soft that it makes me want to caress it just because it's so soft. I giggle softly, though not soft enough that Elias didn't hear me. He did. (Rip) Elias' beautiful blue eyes connect with my muddy brown pair.

I smile, probably like a little kid, and pat the open space next to me on the bed. "I don't care, at the moment, what you did, or why you did it, because right now, I have so many emotions going through me. I'm willing to set it aside so I can get some decent sleep. Just please. Stay." I plead, sounding a little too desperate.

Elias sighs and walks over in defeat. Before he lays down, he takes off his shoes. After, he lays down on the opposite side of the bed, and lays on the comforter instead of under them. He grabs a throw blanket from the bottom of the bed and lays it over himself. Then he looks at me, "well?" He opens his arms and I smile again, but even harder this time, that I for sure look insane. I scoot over, and put my head on his chest. I kept my hands on my legs, though (sadly). He settles his arms protectively on me; setting his left hand dangerously close to my waist, not that I'd mind. Well, maybe a little. But really no one can really say no to this beautiful face. And his right took one of my hands. Elias intertwined our fingers together. I bit my lip nervously and stare at Elias' thumb that was making comforting circles on my cold hands. His still warm, and mine, still cold. 

I don't know what possessed me to say this, but I'm saying it. "When I was a little girl, I had dreamed about meeting my father. I dreamed that he would come home and explain to me why he had leave us. Me. that he would come back and we could be a normal, albeit, stereotypical family. But it would've been a perfect one. Because no matter what he had done in his past," I chuckle, "we would forgive him. He would promise he would never leave us, never hurt us, again." A silent tear escaped my eye. "But it was only a dream. And, of course, dreams crumble. Although, not only did my dream crumble like a sandcastle over taken by the tide," I say, a short laugh escapes, and my voice grows stronger with every word. "My dream shattered." I sniff, wipe my tears that somehow keep escaping my eyes, and sigh. I don't know why I just did that. I'm so stupid. My kidnapper- Elias- knows my weakness. Good going, Adrian. "Point is, I'm so tired of chasing dreams that will never come true. I have given up on people always acting perfect, because they don't, and never will." I let out a long breath. It was silent once again

Elias doesn't so much as flinch, during my rant, and he doesn't stop rubbing my hand. For the first time, he moves. He brought his down to my ear and says, "I'm so sorry, Adri." I bite the inside of my bottom lip, and shiver. His hot breath is tickling the side of my face, making it very hard for me to concentrate on anything. What's up with the nickname? "Did you just call me 'Adri'?" I ask, somehow out of breath.

"So what if I did? He teased. "Does it bother you?"

Not at all. "No. It doesn't bother me. Actually, I like it." My face is so hot right now,

"Do you hate me Adri?" He asks carefully. How could I ever hate him? Never. I wait a few minutes before I answer him, carefully choosing my words.

"Elias," I say slowly. " I don't think I could ever hate you."

He kissed my forehead and my insides exploded with butterflies. "I don't think I could hate you either, Adri." Elias pulled me closer and as I was finally nodding off against his warm body, I could've sworn he said, "And that is a problem."

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