Blameless ✔

Chapter 19: ❝Stop running away from your feelings❞

Chapter 19: ❝Stop running away from your feelings❞ 

♡Mark's POV♡

After Luke and Evelyn had exited the nurse's office, I kind of just laid there, staring at the door in shock. The ice pack Evelyn had placed under my nose melted a bit and I heard the slushy sound as I switched hands to give my right hand a break as I let it fall limply by my side.

The person who had gotten me in this position was probably suffering a lot more than I was but the anger stirring up deep inside of me still wouldn't be settled. It annoyed me that Luke had gotten our gang together in order to teach Blake a lesson because I unwillingly felt a sense of gratitude towards him that I didn't think he deserved. I never sought for his help. It was Evelyn who had yelled his name several times like a mad person.

I was embarrassed having to lay there with him seated right in front of me because I wanted him to see that I didn't need him and was better off on my own. When he had helped Evelyn carry me here before I had blacked out, the only thought going through my mind was, 'of all people, it just had to be you'. Evelyn clearly did not understand the brokenness of Luke and I's situation, which is probably why she called out his name in the first place because all she really understood was how close we once were.

One thing I couldn't quite get my head around though was why she had lied to me about the incident that had formed the bruise on her left cheek.

"I bumped into a pole."

I wasn't stupid enough to believe that but what made me really question why she had lied was due to the fact Blake was apart of it - her arch nemesis, the one who put her through hell each and every day, the ringleader of all her suffering.

Why did she want to protect him?

After my self-reflection, the door reopened and I expected it to be Luke and Evelyn but instead, it was a red-headed female, carrying what looked to be a cardboard box filled with heavy supplies, which was showcased by her evident struggling. I looked away and focused on the poster of 'our digestive system' stuck onto the cream wall beside me as if doing so would make the girl unaware that there was another presence in the room.

"Ugh, these damn boxes," I heard her mutter as she tried to find her way through the tiny, cramped room with the use of her eyes that could only see the brownness of the box. "I tell her that I'm coming back and not even a week goes by before she's gotten me working."

She huffed as she dropped the boxes unceremoniously on the tiny, wooden desk parallel to the bed I was laying in and I was surprised it didn't just give in under the weight of the box but I was more surprised by the girl's strength. She brushed the imaginary dust off her pastel clothing and turned around.

My heart stopped.

I came to the conclusion that this was all just a dream. The profuse pain on the bridge of my nose and the head-splitting puzzlement I had felt just moments ago didn't feel like something one would experience in real life anyway. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time the beautiful fragrance of red hair and the bewitching allurance of green eyes had made its debut into my dreams. In all my dreams, she was there. She was there and she never left because I never wished her to leave. It was the only way her ethereal facial structure and her delicate, entrancing touch wouldn't evanesce from my memory.

Her eyes widened and her pretty, red lips parted in awe. My heart that was once still regained its senses and began to pound loudly in my chest, generously filling the silence as I stared, unsure of the emotion I had revealed as all my attention and focus was on her.