// Author's Note //
Hey everyone! I hope you all had an amazing holiday (I'm saying holiday as there's people who don't celebrate Christmas) and Happy New Year to you all! :)
2015 is going to be an amazing year, I can feel it. You're all amazing!
Love,
Eilidh ❤️
*****
I arrive at the station at two minutes to eight and I look around hesitantly, waiting for Connor.
The clock strikes eight and that's when I see him, emerging from the shadows of the darkness. His hood is up and he's facing down to the floor.
He approaches me, hugging me and hiding his face in my hair. "So, what's the big emergency?" he mumbles.
"You were right." I notice how he is hiding something from me and how he's became very twitchy.
"What's happened?" I ask, hesitantly as I become worried. "I can tell something's happened."
"Nothing's happened," he says, dropping his arms from around my body and turning his back to me.
"Connor?" I whisper as I stop in front of him, lifting his chin up and that's when I see what they've did to him.
His face is covered in cuts and bruises with more decorating his arms. "It's nothing I can't handle," he says when I gasp at the sight of him.
"That's hardly the point!" I say, anger flowing through my body.
"I'm okay," he says, holding me as I begin to cry.
I sink into his shoulder, my sobs loud. "This is all my fault. My warning came too late."
"It's not your fault. They've been out to get me from the start. They just know my weakness now."
"And what's that then?"
He just smiles at me, not answering my question.
The cuts on his face weren't as noticeable from afar, but up close, I could see the cut skin on his lips, the bruises on his jawline, and on his cheeks.
"Did he do this to you?"
"It doesn't matter," he mutters as I slip my arm around his waist. I feel his muscles tense at my touch. "It's fine. Just forget it."
"It's not fine!" I spit, angrily. "I don't know who the hell they think they are, but - "
"Caitlin," he snaps. "Just drop it."
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked, at last.
"I thought I told you to drop it."
"Well, unfortunately, I can't," I answer sarcastically. "So?"
"I don't want to talk about it," he replies.
"Fine," I say but I can't hide the hurt in my voice as I say it.
"It's not like that," he says, hesitatingly, as if he was having trouble finding the correct words to say. "I just think it's best that you don't know."
I stay silent, turning away from him.
"Caitlin?"
"I'm just tired of not knowing anything," I blurt. "I'm sick of staying in oblivion, and I'm tired of not knowing what's going on. I don't want to keep feeling helpless."
Connor comes closer to me and I fall into his warmth as he holds me. Tears fall down my face and he lifts his hand, wiping them away for me.
"I'm just watching you get hurt and I'm unable to understand why. I mean, will it ever happen again?"
