Old Flames

The Secret

Silence was the other company we had throughout the whole car ride back to my house. I stared out of the window as Will drove, the radio being completely off. I couldn't stop thinking about how easily Will picked up Matt with just one hand; I mean, Will is obviously strong, but he isn't that strong enough to just pick up another grown man with one hand. Another thing that never left my mind is how quickly we moved out of the way when they threw the pancake at us; it was too quick for any human speed ever, it was like I blacked out for a split second and ended up laying down with him in the booth.

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Once we arrived back at my house, most of my migraine went away, it went down to a normal headache. I got out of the car and Will did as well, following me into the house. I can feel his eyes on me as I place my purse on the couch and walk into the kitchen to make sure Caesar ate his food. Will follows me into the kitchen but stands on the other side of the counter. "Are you going to talk to me?" he finally asked and I turned to face him. "I don't know what to say.." I mumble as I place my hands on the counter top. "Thanks for defending and protecting me, but you could've gotten hurt by those guys." I said softly. I was obviously worried about him, his temper has gotten so much worse since the last time I saw him. Will lets out a humorless laugh as he shakes his head. "I wouldn't worry about that, Butterfly." he said with a small smirk on his face. "What do you mean? Of course I'm going to worry about that!" I say as I place my elbow onto the counter and lean into my hand. "Don't worry, I won't get hurt easily." he simply said as he shrug his shoulders. My eyebrows furrow at how careless he was about himself and it really annoyed me. "You maybe okay with picking fights with a group of people but I'm not! So if you want to be around me, you better control yourself!" I angrily say and turn to the fridge to grab some apple juice. 

As soon as I close the door to the fridge, Will is standing next to me holding a knife in my hand causing me to jump and take a couple of steps back. "What are you.." I begin to speak but he interrupts me. "Cut my arm." he says calmly as he holds the knife out to me with his right hand while showing me his left forearm. I look up at him like he's crazy and quickly shake me head. "No, you're crazy." I say as I back away from him and he follows me until my back hits the wall and there is only a little but of space left between us. "I'll be fine, just do it." he says as he puts the handle of the knife in my hand.

I begin to shake with the knife in my hand as I get more and more nervous.

I take a deep breath and place the blade against the skin of his forearm before I look up at him for reassurance. 

He nods his head.

I cut his arm.

The cut is deep.

I start hyperventilating.

He places his free hand on my shoulder.

In seconds, the cut heals up on it's own and there's no blood.

I drop the knife as I stare at his arm in shock and disbelief. What I just witnessed was him healing himself with no effort at all. "What the hell is going on?!?" I speak my mind and look up at him. "Relax." he says softly and he wraps the arm I just cut but doesn't have a mark around my waist. "I'm going to show you something else, hold onto me." he says and I quickly wrap my arms around him. Suddenly I feel a gust of wind in my face causing me to close my eyes. "Look." he says close to my ear and I slowly open my eyes to see that we're in my bedroom. "How the hell..." I trail off as I let go of him, but he doesn't let go of me. "I need a drink." I mumble and he immediately disappears for a split second before appearing in front of me again with the bottle of apple juice I took out of the fridge. "An alcoholic drink, but thanks." I mutter as I take the bottle and sit on the edge of my bed. I hold the bottle in my hand as I stare at it and shake my legs. Will just stands in front of me and watches me, waiting patiently for me to register everything that just happened.