Keia's POV
At some point, Goodie escaped from the prison of adrenaline and ran to scold me with rational thinking.
Stop! You're going to hurt somebody if don't slow down. The cops are gone, the bad guys are in pain and your street friends have escaped, well, at least you hope they did. You have to help Cyrus now. He's still bleeding and passed out.
I did as my brain told me, but that caused a new stress to surface.
I stabbed Cyrus!
The bleeding had stopped and but the knife was still stuck in his shoulder.
What do I do! What do I do?
Breathe.
Okay. There is no help I can give him in the middle of the road. So I'll take him home. But, I can't take him to his house.
So take him to your apartment, idiot.
Perfect idea.
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Not long after, we are in my living room. He was a tonne to carry on the elevator. Better than the stairs I suppose. On one side of the living room was an almost fully glass wall, so I could see the quiet city from there. It was midnight and almost all the sounds were drowned out.
I had parked his expensive looking car in the designated parking space for my apartment room, Number 19, if I had a car. I hoped nothing bad would happen to it.
I placed him on the couch because I was too drained to carry him to my sleeping area. I pulled the knife out, washed his wound with salty water (he was lucky he had passed out already because this would have made it sting like hell) and taken off his shirt and jacket.
I was shocked to find long marks all over his back. Thick, bold scars, small cuts and ancient bruise marks. He looked like he had been hit by Hitler. It was no wonder he was never shirtless at swim practice. Not that I was ever actually watching his practices because I wanted to see him shirtless.
Ha ha. Who do you think you're kidding, Keia?
Shut up, Baddie.
I traced the marked with my fingers. Then looked at his face. He had prominent cheek bones, gorgeous smooth skin only ruined my the scars on his back. His eyes were closed but you could tell he looked peaceful. His lips looked as soft as they felt. I just realised something, I had my first kiss that night.
With the Cyrus Templeton.
Holy smokes.
I didn't have much time to fangirl about it, even if I did, I probably wouldn't. I was being pulled in by the darkness of sleep. The last thing I thought was;
"Damn, he's cute when he's sleeping."
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Hello my gorgeous readers. This is yet another romantic chapter that makes my heart jiggle each time I write these. Those two feel like my babies and no mother should let her kids deal with these situations. But hey, I'm only fourteen, what do you want me to do?
I feel like fourteen is a very writing talent age. A lot of good things happen when the best characters and authors are fourteen. Juliet in Romeo and Juliet was my age when the story took place. A lot of good books were written by fourteen year olds on Wattpad.
So don't judge.
Anyway, I will be brief. VOTE and COMMENT pleeeaaaassseee!!!
From the girl who has never seen snow ❄
-Mallie😍
P.S. Yup, snow doesn't reach my side of the continent. One day, I will get you frozen water!
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