Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 45 'I was scared.'

Entry 39

14th October, 2016.
Friday
11:45 a.m

Aaron Cortez.

My hands shook slightly as our whole argument played again in my head. I was currently lying on my bed, trying the grasp the whole situation and make some sense out of it. Just a day or two ago, Clarke's revelation had left me feeling so betrayed and hurt. After thinking about it the whole night and the next day, I decided to not blame everything on her because if I quite remember she actually was going to confess before we were rudely interrupted by her phone call. I never would have assumed her confession would be something so serious and out of the box, something so extreme that it could potentially stop my heart from beating.

I think my heart did stop for a second that night.

And then I decided to forgive her a little more cause it wasn't exactly her fault, right? She was just doing her work, and inevitably we fell in... A romantic affair. I was more angry and disappointed with my dad. It didn't surprise me that he went behind my back and did all of this, but somewhere I hoped he respected my decision.

"You do realise it's for your safety. If only you hadn't put up a fight like Dakota, Sam, and Dean, then you wouldn't have so many problems right now." Mom's words echoed loudly in my mind.

What was so dangerous that I needed protection all the god damn time?

"There are many evil things in this world that I promised to protect you from, son. I'll do anything to keep you safe." Mom's eyes had turned glassy by the end of the statement and I didn't want to make her cry even more, so I wrapped my arms around and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Nothing will happen to me, mum." I whispered as I gently kissed her forehead. I didn't want to ask her more questions and upset her. But curiosity increased.

What do I need protection from?

I mean, if you ask me, the only thing I needed protection was from Clarke.

That girl is so dangerous.

She is so dangerous to my health, bringing in a lot of stress, increases my heart rate to an unhealthy measure, and reveals news potentially prone to a cardiac arrest.

Oh, the temptation and resistance that my body faces around her is just really surprising. And painful.

I was indeed worried when I saw her stand with the gun that night, with her lip slightly bleeding, but damn.

She looked so hot.

And gorgeous with that messy hair and dark look in her eyes.

I didn't know if I had to concentrate on my breathing or the situation in front of me. Despite, the revelation of her identity, I couldn't help but want her even more. She was standing there in her familiar Sneakers, protecting my stupid arse, while I stood there gawking at her.

She was like my Knight.

She was indeed my Knight.

My Knight in Sneakers.

Seeing her the next day broke my heart even further. When she pulled her shades down, I saw how bloodshot her eyes were and how worn out she looked. I couldn't help but feel guilty. I was conflicted between two emotions. First, I angry at myself for hurting her. Two, I was angry at her for hiding everything.

But I still couldn't look her straight in the eye. I knew if I did, I would instantly forgive her and just pull her into a tight hug until we feel alright. And I couldn't do that. I shouldn't.