Chapter Thirteen

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"(y/n)," He says, "What happened?" He looks at me with concern in his eyes, the blood now almost dried on his fingertips.

"Nothing," You say, "I- I hit my head on a cabinent in our kitchen, that's all." You bow your head and turn and walk away, but he grabs your hand, not letting you leave.

"(y/n), are you sure? That seems pretty serious." He says, pulling you closer and examining your head, finding the gash very quickly. You can hardly breathe as he carefully inspects the skin around you're slightly bloody hair.

"I think you should go to the hospital, maybe get some stitches. Or at least see the nurse." He says, his eyes leaving your head and finding your face, you're eyes connecting with his. And all you want to do is spill. Tell him everything. Let him help take the pain away. But you can't, you can't hurt him as much as this would.

"No! I mean, I'm just kind of a klutz, this stuff happens to me all the time." You manage to stumble out a sentence, biting your lip.

He looks at you sadly, almost skeptically, as if he doesn't believe you. Well he shouldn't. You're lying to him. But its all to protect him, you can't let him break to attempt to fix yourself. It just doesn't work like that.

You turn to leave, but he still has an almost death grip on your wrists, preventing you from leaving. So you basically have no choice but to turn back and face him, but you keep your head bowed. You're worried he might be able to see something in your eyes. But no ones ever looked hard enough.

"Promise me you'll tell me if you're in any danger?" He asks. You look up at him, putting on the best smile you can, which over the years has become pretty good.

"Sure, but nothings going to happen." You lie, right to his face, while looking him in the eyes. His death grip relaxes a little, and you slip away from him. But you don't disappear completely before you turn around and look at him one more time, only to see his sad, disbelieving face looking back at you.

You turn the corner and head to your class, where you flunk your test.

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