Tell Me I'm Home

Saphira's P.O.V.

Saphira

         I am his girlfriend! I am so happy and full of energy. Before we walk to the concession stands to get something to eat we have a little make out session. I know we said we were gonna take things slow but making out has become my favorite thing to do with him. I have realized that before Andrew entered my life, I was boring and I needed to change that. At the concession stand we both got pizza’s and shared a hot chocolate. As we were walking back to our seats, a guy immediately walks up to Andrew.

“Oh my gosh man, hey.” I look over to Andrew, wondering if he knew this man and I see that Andrew looks surprised and nervous.

“Hey, Duke, what are you doing in Texas?”

“My family is visiting our grandparents, they live here.”

Andrew then turns to me. “Hey, hon, I’m gonna catch up with Duke, I’ll meet you over by our seats?”

“Yeah, sure.” He gives me a light peck on the cheek and I make my way away from them and go to our seats.

         I can see them from here talking and I can see their facial expressions. By the look on Andrew’s face I can tell he isn’t happy. It seems like forever before Andrew comes back and he seems like he’s in a grumpy mood.

“Come on, let’s go.” Since I know he is angry I don’t object and just walk with him and he tugs me faster towards the exit/entrance. We shove through people and I just want to yell at him. Why are we running, why all of a sudden do you want to escape, and why is he running from his past?

         We make it to his truck and there is a imprint of lips from lipstick on the dAndrew side window. I look over to Andrew and he’s seething mad. He jumps in the truck and since he usually helps me get in, I have to use all my strength to get in. Andrew ignores me and looks straight ahead. As soon as I close my door the car jerks and we head on the road. Fine, if he wants to be an asswhole and ignore me and not help me, then he will receive the same treatment. I know that’s not nice and stubborn but I’m just mad at him. He just asked me to be his girlfriend and now he is acting like I’m a no body.

         He pulls up to my house and I jump out of the truck without muttering a word to him and when I land, I land wrong on my foot. I ignore it because I don’t need him to feel guilty or anything so I suck up the pain, shut the door and I make my way to the door, actually with the pain in my foot I kind of limp to the door. Behind me I hear a door open and slam shut. I turn around and see Andrew fast walking to me. He embraces me in his arms and I let him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to do that. I was just upset about what Duke told me. I should’ve helped you get in and out of the truck. I know you need help with that. I’m so sorry honey.”

         He bites my bottom lip then he picks me up and walks up the stairs leading to the porch and opens the door for me. I’m so thankful because I didn’t know how I was gonna make it up those stairs.

         He sets me down right in front of the doorway for the living room. I put my hand on the wall beside me so I can stay upright.

“Well, I guess I better get going.” He says this but I don’t think he really wants to go, to end the night already.

“Will you stay, maybe watch a movie with me?”

“Thank god. I didn’t want this night to end. And on such bad note.”

“Well, um, make yourself comfortable while I change into more comfortable clothes.” He makes his way into the kitchen as I try to go up the stairs. After two attempts I just hop up them. In the hallway there are pictures of my life here, in all of them I have a smile on my face, fake of course. Before Andrew I thought I didn’t belong here, but with Andrew I feel like someone actually wants me. I feel at home with him. It’s a strange feeling but I welcome it with open arms. In my room I strip out of my clothes and change into sweats and a black tank top. I check my ankle and see that it’s already swollen and has a black/purple bruise. Damn. Since my sweats are long on my legs, I wrap my ankle with gauze.

         After that I made my way downstairs and see that Andrew is still in the kitchen. Right as I walk through the doorway I hear a crash and see that Andrew has dropped a wine glass. He still hasn’t realized that I’m standing in the doorway as he bends to clean up the glass. He cuts himself accidently and continues cleaning up the mess. I make my way over to him and lightly grab his hand to stop and aid him. As I grab his hand and look at the blood, he stares at my face. I couldn’t believe my eyes for they were seeing the gash heal up in a matter of seconds. I look up into his blue eyes, searching for answers. I don’t find any. I am actually excited. Maybe he is like me. Maybe he knows about me! He holds my future and past.

“Andrew, why do you heal fast?” He doesn’t respond, maybe he doesn’t want me to think of him as a weirdo or anything. I grab a piece of glass and slash it down my arm. I stare into his bright blue eyes as he looks at the wound, now healing itself. I watch his eyes slowly widen and he goes from looking at the now healed wound to me.

“Now will you tell me?”

“Saphira, do you know who you are?” He stares into my eyes.

“Mark and Mariah aren’t my real parents. They found me in those woods.” I point to the woods behind the house, when I was a young teen I would search those woods, hoping for answers.

Suddenly, he gets up and walks towards the woods. “Where are you going? I’ve searched those woods forever and haven’t found a thing. No, tell me why you heal fast!”

         But he just ignores me and continues walking to the woods. I groan and continue after him.