Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Forty-Seven:- Over-thinking

~Justin’s point of view~

It was already Saturday before I knew it. I woke up at 5.00 a.m. and sat down on the couch in the living room. Darielle was sleeping soundly in the guest room. It was hard for me to sleep knowing she’s leaving Canada to go to the Bahamas. Even though her flight was at night, it was still hard for me. I sighed and sipped on my hot chocolate that I had made for myself. I chuckled to myself as I thought how hackneyed this whole thing was.

       It feels like I was that male protagonist that had just learned to get his life on a good track and finally found someone who gives a damn about him and there’s always that one little twist that messes the guy up. Apparently, I am that guy. She would be leaving me—I know it’s not permanently but still—and I don’t really know how I’m going to be okay after she goes. Mom’s even in the Bahamas. Lucky mom.

       I’m not scared anymore when going to school now. Although I would try to resist myself from punching anyone of my bullies, I would just try and be normal like any other 18 year old student. I would only do this because of Darielle and I know that she wouldn’t want her to come back to find her fiancé in detention on her return. That would be something, really.

       My eyes averted to the clock to find that it was 6.15 a.m. already and I could see the sunrays slowly shining into the room. I turned my body to a laying position on the couch. A relieved sigh escaped from my lips as my back hit the soft cushions. I hummed in comfort and snuggled against the soft material. I bet that school for me would feel a little weird without Darielle there. I grumbled as I thought, I am seriously whipped. I can’t go a day without thinking or worrying about her. She like a drug, I can’t get her away from my thoughts. I don’t want to either.

       I just hope that I would be able to withstand David and his posse’s invidious traits and doings.

       The sunrays finally smothered the insides of the house making me feel a little at ease at the sight. I heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs making me turn my head a little to see Darielle hovering a little above me—well, to my eye level. “You’re up early.” I blushed a little at the sound of her morning voice. Resist those hormones, Justin, don’t lose control. I breathed in and out to calm me down. “Good morning.” I mumbled as I watched her move around.

       She lifted my head up so she could she down and laid my head on her lap. I was a little surprised but I let it be. I was comfortable either way. She ran her fingers through my hair and massaged my head at the same time causing me to moan. I felt relaxed under her touch. “Can you stop troubling yourself?”

       Her question caught me off guard. I turned my body and I was lying on my back with the back of my head now resting on her lap as I looked up at her who’s already looking down at me with an unreadable expression. “What do you mean?” I asked. She lightly scoffed and her lips curved a little. “We both know today you’re thinking about me leaving tonight.” I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “It’s obvious of course.” I murmured. She moved the hair from my forehead and continued caressing.

       “Please stop worrying about it or thinking about it. You’re just making it worse for you.” She made her statement a little bit glib. I almost relaxed but the thoughts were still wandering around my mind. I can’t help it but I just nodded to please her. “I’m sorry.” I pouted and grabbed her hand that was caressing my hair and placed a loving kiss on it. “I hope I’m not hampering you into going back.”

       She gave me an assuring smile and shook her head. “No, you’re not. Just stop pressuring that mind of yours.” She lightly thumped my forehead and giggled. “Ow.” I playfully wince and rubbed my forehead. It was quiet between us, wasn’t awkward though. I sighed as I played with her fingers, “Dari?” She hummed in response. “Can I ask you something?” I took her nod as a yes.

       “I remember you said that you don’t have any siblings. Then when you came here and I asked you, you said you had an older sister.” I told her. I felt her tense up when I mentioned it but she relaxed in the end. “Well yeah, I’m sorry I lied.” She gave me an apologetic look. “There’s a good reason for that.” She started as she twirled my hair—which I don’t know how it was possible—“We barely know each other and I am known for being mysterious.” She chuckled trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

       I felt soft lips on my forehead. “Don’t be upset. It wasn’t a big deal.” She whispered. I nodded and gave her an assuring smile that I wasn’t upset. I guess she’s right about that. She couldn’t just reveal all her secrets when she first helped me. “Well, I’m glad to know you actually have a family.” I smiled but somehow, Darielle didn’t do the same and I was afraid that I offended her in some way.

       “Babe,” I reached up and placed my hand on her cheek which she leaned into. “What’s wrong? I didn’t make you upset, did I?” I was worried for her. If she had an issue, I should help her. It’s the least I could do since she’s helped me a lot before this. She shook her head and gave me a smile but I could tell she was trying to look strong.

       “No, Justin. You didn’t do anything. It’s just I don’t want to think about,” She breathed out, “those people.” My eyes studied her facial features. I gave her a sympathetic smile. “Okay, I won’t say anything about them until you’re okay.” I cooed and pulled her head down and kissed her lips.

       We pulled away smiling. She opened her eyes and stared into mine in awe. “You know, Justin,” I raised my eyebrows curiously; “You’re perfect for me.” It’s not manly but I can’t help but blush at that. She may be a lady but she sure knows how to charm.

       I’m just thankful that I’m the only one who receives those charms.

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