Risks

Ch. 8 Long Nights

Ch.8 Long Nights.
Weston's POV:

I roll restless in bed. Every sense Natalie left and claimed her own room I've been sleeplessly laying in bed every night. It's getting harder to sleep, I can tell she's not getting any sleep either. Dark circles under her eyes and she falls asleep in class. But I set next to her in class so she sleeps well the short 45-55 minutes of class.

I lay in my bed thinking about how peaceful she looked when she slept, the few times I had seen her sleep. And how when she woke up her eyes sparkled with grogginess, bright and curious. I loved that look in her eyes, only I wish I'd see it more.

We will be leaving early tomorrow to meet with her dance team. We will be on a bus for two hours. We can set together and sleep more then.

My door creaked open. I smelt her before I heard her. She tip-toes across the floor. She stopped right next to me. I felt her hand hovering over me. My plan was to pull her down. But instead she jerked back with a shriek and fell to the ground. She pushed herself up against the wall. It looked like it would hurt with all that force she was putting on it I thought the wall should break.

Im glade these are sound-proof walls.

I swung my legs over the bed and went after her but I moved slowly. I studied her shaking form. There's no way in hell I did this to her. She must have saw something. Or maybe it was just a bad dream. I didn't even mean to scare her when I grabbed her wrist. I stopped right in front of her. Her eyes were closed tightly, body trembling like she had frost bit or something. I reached forward and my fingers barley touched her knee when she let out a blood boiling scream. I was surprised her quivering lips could scream like that.

"Shhh, It's me!" I yelled over her screaming. There's no way she's gonna be able to talk tomorrow. I sat down and pulled her into my lap. I rocked her back and forth. "Shhh, It's okay." I whispered against her ear. She was griping my torso by then. And let me tell you it hurt. Like somebody piecing my skin with needles. But I didn't care.

"I-I thought.......I thought you-you where...s-s-somebody e-else." She sobbed hiding her face in my chest.

"You thought I was who?" I asked resting my head on top of her head. More like my cheek on the top of her head but you get the point.

"I th-thought you were some-somebody th-that w-was gonna t-take me a-away." She wheals.

"Shhh, I'm right hear, it's okay." I hug her tighter to me. Why would she think that? I would never let that happen. I started to hum a random toon. In a way I was treating her like a five-year-old that was scared of the dark. I look at me clock.

12:58 am. Dang.

"It's 1 o'clock. lets get you to bed." I pick her up and (as much as it hurt) I started towards her room.
"No." she sniffed holding on to me tighter making me wince. I think she left bruises on me smexy torso.

"What?" I ask confused, frowning.
"I can't.... I want to.... stay with.... you...." She whispers looking me in the eyes. I look at her lovingly.

"Okay." I whisper smiling.
'omg. she wants to stay!' Fido yells prancing around the room.
(AN/ it's hard to explain but I'm going to try to make you under stand. The wolfs spirt is never in there bodies. But they contacted each other through mind link. It's like the wolf is a ghost untell the human side calls on there wolf form. So when their in wolf form the human spirt is like a ghost. And when ever they are not in that form they follow the wolf/human form around so Fido and Windy are just wondering around the bedroom. If that made no sense at all comment.)
'She just made me the happiest man alive.' I tell him and cut the link.
I pick her up and carry her to the bed. Pulling back the covers I lay her down. Pull the bankers up to her chest and walk around to the other side. I climb in beside her and pull her close. "Goodnight love." I whisper in her ear. I run my hand down her thigh and pull her leg over my hip. "Goodnight Weston." Her lips brush my bare chest.

Soon after her breathing slows. I kiss her forehead and rest my chin on the top of her head, falling asleep.