My Protector

Never Gets Old

POV: Kate

There is nothing like watching your girlfriend nearly get killed... multiple times. When we were still there, the doctors would constantly ask me how I am coping with the whole situation, and of course I'd tell them I'm fine and they'd believe me or if they didn't they wouldn't argue with me because half of the staff there is terrified of Catie and her abilities. I mean, who isn't other than me? But anyways, the truth behind the whole 'coping' thing is that I'm not. I'm ignoring my feelings which I know is not good for you, but it's all I can do. I mean, I have watched my girlfriend get stabbed, nearly get whipped to death, and have a gun pointed at her head.

I can only hope that she is okay. She won't talk about any of this other than her saying that she's 'fine' even though I know good and well that it is class A horse shit. She mumbles the name 'Andy' in her sleep a lot, but whenever I ask her about it she just says 'it's nothing.'

"What is going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" Catie asked me as she did her work with me on her lap, because where else am I supposed to sit? In another chair? Oh god no.

"Nothing," I shrugged and stole another one of her grapes.

"Kate..." Catie said my name in a warning tone as she typed on her laptop.

"It's just... I'm worried about you. You say you're fine and I know you're not and you won't let me help you. I don't know what to do." I mumbled and faced the laptop screen so I wouldn't have to look her in the eyes.

"I won't talk about me till you are 100% better." Catie answered without skipping a beat.

"In all honesty, I won't get better till you are better because all I can think about is how I've watched my girlfriend nearly get killed three damn times. It's pretty damn scary to watch someone you love nearly get murdered. Let alone three times. I'm scared, Catie. I'm scared of losing you. If you died, I would have had to go back to my father. If you died... I would've too because I'm with you, and when you get like this... it scares me because what if I lose you when it's not to death?" I answered honestly and got a little choked up towards the end.

"Look at me." Catie whispered.

"I can't." A single tear fell from my cheek.

Catie stood up with me in her arms and brought us to her bed where she sat us down so I would be facing her.

I still looked away from her to avoid eye contact.

"Kate," She whispered as she picked up my chin.

I closed my eyes which caused another tear to fall.

"Please open your eyes." She begged.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Catie looking back at me, searching for an answer in my eyes.

"I will never leave you. Do you understand me?" Catie said in the most sincere voice anyone could ever use.

I nodded my head yes and another tear fell. She took her other hand and wiped it from my cheek before cupping both.

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"What do you want to do today?" Catie asked me as we ate our breakfast.

"I want you to get rest so you heal." I answered in a stern tone.

"But..." I cut her off.

"No, you're still healing." I said shortly and her mom and dad were just laughing to themselves.

"What?" Catie asked them.

"She has you under more control than we ever had." Her dad laughed.

"Hey..." Catie whined.

"It's true." Her mom shrugged as she finished her breakfast.

"She doesn't control me..." Catie whined and I looked at her with raised eyebrows as an 'oh really?'

Her mom and dad just continued to laugh as they got up to put their plates away.

I waited for Catie to finish before putting our dishes in the sink.

"I can walk you know?" Catie said as she stood up and followed me to the sink.

"I can too." I shrugged.

"So... I'm gonna put the plates away tomorrow morning." She stated in a 'matter of a fact' tone.

"Think so?" I questioned with a slight laugh.

Her arms snaked around my waist. "Positive." She whispered in my ear while blowing hot breath on the back of it.

"Do you know how to be anything other than a flirt?" I giggled.

"Nope." She answered honestly.

"School starts back up again next week. They shut it down for a bit because of the..." I started off. The memories of seeing Catie getting cuffed and then injected with something ran through my mind again.

"Hey hey hey, I'm here. It's all okay.
Everything will be okay. I love you." Catie quickly said when she noticed me drifting off.

"Sorry, I'm fine as long as I don't think about it." I mumbled.

She simply nodded her head in my shoulder before picking me up bridal style and running up the stairs with me in her arms. She then ran into the room and threw me on the bed before hovering over me.

"Hi." I said in a laugh.

"You are not permitted to be sad, so there will be consequences for you being sad." She looked at me with a smirk before lightly brushing her lips over mine.

I slightly leaned up to kiss her, but she pulled away as her smirk stayed before tickling my sides. Her hands tickled me as she held me in place with her knees.

I tried to squirm away in between laughs.

"Are you still sad?" Catie asked as she laughed.

"N-no!" I said in a laugh.

"I don't believe you." She smiled down at me and continued to tickle me.

"I'm not sad anymore!" I screamed as she started to tickle my stomach.

"Okay... okay... I believe you..." She said out of breath. "Oh yeah, no I don't!" She laughed but I quickly slid out from under her and jumped off of the bed but she grabbed my wrist before I could get away and pulled me onto her lap.

"Hey... that's not fair... you're stronger than me." I whined, but the whine quickly turned into a moan when she bit down on my sweet spot.

"Oh, does that feel good?" She taunted as she smirked against my skin.

I nodded my head and she did it again and then kissed up my neck.

"I'd love to continue, but the doctor said no sex till after the stitches come out." Catie said from behind me before quickly putting me beside her and running into the bathroom.

Honestly... this will never get old for me.

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A/N: Hey guys, I just wanted to thank all of you for reading my stories. It means a lot that y'all take time to actually read my stories.