When 2 Worlds Cøllide

Chapter 5. Gone

Kirsten(POV)

      I groan as I roll over, falling into something warm and comfy, inviting. This feels nice, my eyes flutter open to see... Michael. I quickly sit up pushing his arms away.
      What happened here last night... I think to myself as I rub my head. Bits and pieces from last night flood back, I remember Michael putting his arms around be but... I felt him let go after a while. How did this happen!?
      I feel Michael turn and sit up frowning his expression soon changes, sour at the sight of me.
      "Oh God, Kirsten... I didn't mean to... I mean-", "It's ok," I say getting out of bed.
"Just... lets make sure this doesn't happen again." I nod at him before retreating to the bathroom.
      Arg! What am I doing! I groan as I walk over to the toilet putting down the seat cover,  taking a seat. As I begin to think regretting letting anything happen I notice my arms.
      Still wet from blood stains my bandages are worn and need a proper change. I tug at them as I begin to unravel my arms. I wince  in pain as I stare at my raw skin, still spewing red blood. A rather loud yelp escapes my lips as I stare at my flesh.
      I sit in awe when I hear Michael slam against the door. "Kirsten! Are you ok?" He asks desperately, jiggling the door handle.
      I unwrap the other arm as if I expect to see something different. "Arg." I bite down as I make my way to the door. Blood smears across the door as I fall against it, with all my might unlocking it and falling forward onto Michael.
      "SLOWLY!" He exclaims holding onto me, guiding me to sit on the edge of the bath tub. He lets me lean against him as he takes a look at my arms.
      "Hold on," he says letting me go. He rifles through a box of things puling out bandages and medical tape.
      He turns and moves me setting me down on his lap, "Hey what are you doing?!" I exclaim trying to push away from his embrace.
      "Stop squirming." he commands. I stop, settling in is arms as he begins re wrap my bandages and tape my arms. I let out a huff as my eyes wander, they wander down until I'm staring at his chest. Only then do I notice how thin of a shirt he is wearing... He's rockin a 6pack with abs that could save my life!
.. wait, what am I doing! Argh I think to myself virtually slapping myself in the face.
      I turn back look down at the floor as he gently picks up my other arm being sure not to hurt me. I feel the heat radiate off him as he leans into me. His hands are slow and careful, as he wraps my arms delicately. I hardly notice how quick he is as I stare at the floor.
      "Kirsten." His voice more soft and Gentle than before.
      "Yes?" I ask looking up, as I look up I realize how close we actually are, he's only a few inches away from my face and I'm practicing leaning against his chest.  I feel my face grow hot and turn a light pink. I quickly look away staring at the ground trying to avoid his gaze.
      "Done." He says shifting his position standing up to pack away the bandages. I look up at him staring at his back. Wow, he's really muscular. Bet he works out a lot...  UGH! Kirsten! Your doing it again! I think to myself still staring. He turns back around and I find myself staring at his abs. I turn away almost instantly look to the side, my gaze landing on the toilet... nice.
      "Hey" he says as he crouches down in front of me. His eyes stare through me burning at the inner shreds of my heart.
      "Here." He says as he holds out two odd pieces of cloth, "They will help." He says as he gently lifts my arms and wraps them in the thick grey cloth. "Slip your thumb through this slit." He says gesturing the correct places. I comply not in the mood to fight him again. He closes each off with a small zipper hidden well on the side of the cloth.
      "There!" He says leaning back, I look at my newly wrapped arms and turn them over to get a good look. "Thank you." I say with a small smile as I stare down at my bandaged and bruised arms.
      His hand reaches up as he begins to rub a tuff of my hair. I look up at him as I see a small smile tugging at his mouth. His eyes follow his hands as they brush against my neck and collar bone stopping on an old scar.
      "What this?" He asks, his tone more gentle but accusing.
      "Oh," I reply almost instantly, my eyes straying down meet his hand.
      "Thats just an old scar." I sigh. "My Ex and I got into a fight and he threw a pen at me." I chuckle to myself. "Well, he threw an open pencil case full of pens and pencils."
He expression changes his eyes full of an emotion I cannot place. Anger? Sadness?
      This hand lingers on the scar tracing over it with his fingers. "Well, we should get goin-" before I can finish he interrupts whispering. "What are you doing to me." Although it sounds more like he is talking to himself rather me, its still enough to silence me. He lets out a brief sigh as his hand moves wrapping around the back of my neck, his lips crashing into mine.
      I'm in shock at this action, at fist I fight it trying to push him back, but he holds firm and soon... I melt, letting this new warmth consume me. I kiss him back and feel as his arms wrap around my waist, I slip my arms around his neck pulling him a bit closer when...
      "Hey, anyone here- OOH MY GOD!" We quickly pull away at the sound of Noelani's voice, both in shock and embarrassment. Now I really feel my cheeks burn as Noelani stutters unable to reply with the right words to say.
      "I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone else was in here!" She hastily replies, she gives a small wave before turning to close the door. "No, wait. its not-" Before I can choke out another word she shuts the door leaving us alone again.
      "I'm sorry..." Michael says as he reaches for my arm. I hesitate pulling away as I stand and walk out the door.
      Whats wrong with me?!? I don't actually have feelings for him... Do I??