The Most Powerful (The Depths)

Chapter 4 (Set Me Free)

Liberty

I just couldn't resist. I had to find out what Ian's problem was. I wanted to help, I wanted to be his safe place. I had nothing to fight for, to live for. Ian gave me hope that I'd finally have a purpose. That I'd finally matter to someone.

Ian somehow didn't see me following him, but he seemed too overwhelmed with emotion after our conversation in the hallway. I lost sight of him for a while when he ran through the woods behind Carrie's house. I eventually found him once again, "training" in an open field.

He was panting like crazy, but it was so vigorous that he was forced to stop whatever Kung-Fu moves he was doing before I witnessed it. He threw himself to the ground, trying to calm himself with a breathing routine that didn't seem to be working. He gripped the sides of his head with great strength, dripping sweat as his face started to turn colors.

I couldn't just stand around and watch him wither away in fear of my cover being blown. I ran to his side, gripping his purple face in recognition of the problem. Obviously it was from lack of oxygen. Even while he was dying, he still had the nerve to push me away.

"Get away," he rasped, using the last of his energy to throw me away.

"You need help." I had to struggle past his strength to make it to the inhaler that was in his hands, yet he hadn't used it. I forced it to his mouth, but he refused it. "Do you want to die?" I screamed. He simply heaved, now dropping to his back, closer to death than ever. But then I remembered Carrie's entire explanation.

The True Love's kiss can heal any physical tragedy, even death.

He was too gone to panic when I made lip contact, which I quickly pulled away from for his own comfort. His lips felt far safer than any other man I've ever been with. Yet again, that was for money. This was by choice, and it was actually to help someone worth while.

His golden skin tone flushed back into his face, his gorgeous eyes fluttering open. It didn't take him long to figure out what happened. He abrubtly stood to his feet, gripping a hold of my slender shoulders.

"What the hell did you just do?" He roared, his force scaring me a little. My heart fluttered to my throat as I struggled for words.

"I was trying to help you," my voice quivered slightly in fear of his aggressiveness.

"I don't want your help!" He shoved me to the ground, the look of regret on his face when I fell from my weak limbs. He then shook his head, and just ran away.

Cassidy Rain

I walked into my bedroom with another client yet again, Nathan drinking a bottle of booze upside down off the bed. He finished the liquid poison, his expression unamused and irritable.

"No, not this time," he rolled onto his front. "Get that trash out of here."

"Yeah, I don't know about a threesome," Jim commented, looking at Nathan's size in a loss of interest.

"Look, I'm really not in the mood to let this slide. You, out," he demanded, throwing Jim out the door.

"Hey, he was about to pay good money-," I started, throwing my trench coat to the ground, leaving my sexy matching undergarments bare.

"I don't give a shit," he growled, rising his chest in obvious rage.

"Oh, one of your bipolar mood swings getting in the way of my schedule?"

He looked angry enough to hit me, and of course I'd let him. I was used to it. But he shook his head, and reached for another bottle. I swiped the bottle from his hand, drinking it myself.