I was shaking as the police questioned me. I knew I wasn't in trouble but even being here frightened me. I'd never been in a situation like this before and speaking about Connor only makes me remember.
I've been here for hours now, giving a statement against him and I feel like I'm only betraying him now.
"So, he leaped on him and attacked him?"
"It wasn't really an attack," I mumble.
"Answer the question: did he or did he not?"
I hated the pressure. I hated turning against Connor all because of his stupidity and temper.
"It wasn't like that," I scream.
"Then what was it like."
"I don't know," I cry, taking deep breaths. "It all happened so fast. He just started fighting with him all because he was talking bad about me. I've told you as much as I can describe."
He sighs, ending the recording and lets me leave the room. "It sounds like he was trying to protect you from Jason. However, this is no exception I'm afraid. It's not the first time the guys been here."
Why would he want to protect me? And besides, what would he be protecting me from, words? I'm used to hearing them, moving to a new place temporarily changes nothing.
That's when I see him.
He's sat inside a cell, his back against the wall as he lays his head on his knees. His head shoots up as he hears my footsteps. "Caits!" he screams. "Come on, just hear me out."
I'm not allowed to have any direct contact with him, they say he can convince me to change my statement but that's ludicrous. So no, I can't hear him out, no matter how much I might want to.
I wait in a small room until Allison shows up and furiously drives me home, forbidding me from seeing Connor Wright again.
******
I woke up from a nightmare, gasping for air, tears pouring down my pale face.
My hands were violently shaking. That's when reality kicked in.
This was no nightmare that I'd woken up from. No nightmare had haunted my dreams, no nightmare that I could easily forget about in an hours time.
This was my life, sadly.
My heart was racing so fast it almost jumped out of my chest. My breathing had not slowed down once since the moment I opened my eyes, in actual fact, it had been quickening it's extremely rapid pace every second.
I wish I could just lie to myself and assure myself that I would forget about the horrid events that had taken place within the past twenty-four hours.
But I knew that that wasn't ever going to be possible. I would remember them forever. I would remember him forever.
Connor. Every inch of my brain had his name written in it. I needed him because with him, I was no longer afraid.
This feeling that was causing my heart to beat rapidly at an abnormal pace and my breathing to quicken was not fear. Actually, it was something much, much more that I was yet to become known to, that I was yet to discover.
I missed him and being forbidden from seeing him only made me want him even more. I want to be in his arms where I feel supported, I want his soft lips against my warm ones, intwined perfectly.
No, I didn't want him. I needed him, here, with me and I would do anything to be back in his strong, muscular arms. I'd do anything to be with him.
