Anger Management| Puzzle Pieces

Saint Christian- chapter 05

""A U T H O R' S N O T E""

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Hailey~
It was the same, every time I closed my eyes I saw them. It's all my fault, if I hadn't been bickering with Joshua maybe we could've made it, but no.

My grandmother once told me that, "fate are waiters serving you tiny dishes of what you didn't ask for, but maybe whatever's served will be what makes a difference..point is- not everyone that enters your life comes to ruin it" wise words from an old woman who had travelled the world and seen it all. The thing is, I wasn't ready for anyone to enter my life- not yet. Christian however, has managed to make life seem more interesting and full of mysteries. He was my light in the dark. Because when I thought all was lost, there he was.

I groan as I lift my head from the pillow. I was soaking wet with sweat and my hair was all over the place, my breathing slowed down as I realized I was wrapped in my grandmother's arms. My heartbeat however, kept pounding in my chest begging to be let out. "You're ok" someone speaks and I realize the voice didn't belong to my sweet grandmother, it was husky and sounded a lot like Christian.

I slowly opened my eyes as I looked up at him, "Christian?" I whispered and he hummed. His hair was messy, his eyes were half open with sleep and he was shirtless and hugging me. I pulled away from him and looked around me, it was then I realized that I wasn't home. I was in his room, at his house.

It was too dark to see much but I could see his green eyes filled with sleep looking down at me. "You brought me to your home?" I croaked out sitting up in bed, the whole time I could see his eyes following me as I pulled the covers from off of me and sighed. "You changed my clothes?" I asked flopping back down, I was scared now because that would mean he saw my arms.

A smirk danced on his face and his eyes lit up with amusement, however, I could still see the sympathy in his eyes. "You wanted me to?" He asked in a playful manner and I rolled my eyes, "that means you didn't right?" I inquired with my eyebrows shot up. Instead of answering he got off the bed and sat on the floor before he spoke, "you're speaking" he stated and I looked anywhere but at him.

"Is that not a normal thing?"

"For you? No" he grinned and I sighed.

Behind him I saw he had a pillow and a blanket, which meant he was sleeping on the floor. This wasn't right, it's not ok for him to sleep on the hard floor while I slept in his comfortable bed. "What time is it?"I croaked and he looked at the time, his eyes went from the clock to mine and he smiled charmingly. "It's four in the morning" he informed and I groaned in frustration.

"Sorry for waking you, I just get these really bad nightmares" I explain feeling a bit guilty for not only letting him sleep on the floor, but for waking him at four in the morning. "Calm down, after you passed out back there you sort of just got up that one time to put on my shirt and that was it" and again, I wonder if he saw me, or even heard me screaming in my sleep. "What were you doing down there anyway? That sort of thing is dangerous" he warned and I scoffed, "you were there" I declared.

"I'm Christian Black, danger calls to me" he boasted and I cringed, "is that why you keep shoving that cancer stick between your lips?" I scolded, "what I do on my own time is none of your business Christian" I pointed out and he groaned and stood up. "I know I can be an ungrateful bitch sometimes, but thank you Christian for saving my life" he mocked and I grimaced at him. "You want me to say thank you?" I scoffed in disbelief and I saw his head bobbing yes. "So that's what that was about? Your huge ego?" I scoff again and he placed both hands on the bed and hovered over me, "that's not the only thing on me that's huge" he winked and I couldn't find the words. He smelt so good, his manly cologne enveloped me and I took a deep breath staring into his eyes.

He looked at me up and down lasciviously and I gulped. "It looks better on you" he whispered into my ear and heat rose to my cheeks, I could basically feel his lips brushing against my cheeks. He lowered himself on me and brought his lips to mine, feeling his soft skin rub against mine made me gasp for air and he chuckled. "Who's Joshua?" He asked and my eyebrows furrowed with confusion, " is Joshua your boyfriend?" He asked and I cleared my throat. So he did hear me.

"Come on princess, don't go silent on me now. We were just about to have fun" he smirked and my breathing accelerated, I don't know what's more shocking, the fact that he thinks I have a boyfriend or that our bodies are this close to each other right now.

"If you don't answer my question I'm going to kiss you" he said teasingly biting on his lower lip. I rolled my eyes and shoved him off me before I answered his questions, "Joshua's my...brother" I hesitated and I see his face turning pale, "Joshua Whynters is my brother..or was- I don't know" I stuttered combing my hair back shakingly with my fingers. "The Joshua?" He asked and I scoffed and folded my fists, "the Joshua Whynters is your brother?" He asked yet again in disbelief.

"stop calling him 'the Joshua' it sounds- strange" I say shifting uncomfortably beside him. Talking about Joshua and my family isn't something I like to do but being open to someone feels like a boulder is being lifted off my chest, which feels great but, I can't allow myself to care for anyone else because then I'd just be waiting on the universe to snatch them and shatter whatever's left inside me. "And that day?" He asked with curiousity swimming in his eyes, "why'd you walk out in the middle road?" He asked and I sighed exasperatedly and tears stung my eyes. "Because he's dead Christian" I break down into a sea full of sobs, "They're dead" I sniffle and he wraps his arm around me and brings me into his embrace. "It's okay" he says and I nodded no, "it's not okay Christian. I've lost my brother, he was my best friend. I lost all of them" I cry wishing the ache in my heart would vanish.

For minutes I cried into his naked chest loving the feeling of warmth and safety, hoping he'd continue to hold me like this until a fell asleep.

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Christian•

I can hear her breathing. Her tiny arms are wrapped around me tightly and her hand rests on my chest. I looked down at her face and brushed away the fallen lock of hair, she's beautiful. She looks so peaceful with the moonlight dawning on her little face as she held me closely, I feel the need to protect her after seeing her crying and screaming in her sleep.

There's so much I don't know, but I don't want to push her into talking about it if it pains her this much. "No" I hear her whisper faintly and I trail my thumb along her arm, so much hurt in her deep blue eyes it's like a storm at sea. When I was a child, every birthday my father would bring home a puzzle and every time I tried to piece it together, I always failed.

Hailey Whynters is like that very puzzle, the ones with the tiny pieces with no markings whatsoever.

•End of Chapter•

A/N
I know it's a short chapter, and i'm sorry I've just been busy. Thank you for the support ❤️ I love you all very much.

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