Ondreaz's point of view
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They ran downstairs
And shouted that they had left grace up there in her underwear and taken her clothesI was furious
I went upstairs and I saw her standing there, crying, in the pale light of the room I could see her beginning to bruise
They had hit her, they hurt her, and left her in her underwear. Who does that ?
I grabbed a hoodie from my closet
And tried to slip it on herShe sniffed a thanks and all I could do was hold her
She looked so, vulnerable, just standing there
So I hugged her
And held her closeShe cried, and that's when I promised myself I wouldn't let them bully her any more
She was funny
Kind
SmartI liked her
I liked the person she wasAnd the people at school would go at her, because she wasn't popular
Didn't wear a lot of makeup
Didn't dress in tight clothes
But she was honest, and gentle.
I just held her
For as long as she would let me.I decided to pick her up, and carry her downstairs to get a drink, she needed it
I gently reached my hands out and grabbed her legs, and cradle carried her downstairs, she was so light.
I could feel her little body go limp in my arms, she trusted me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and lay her head in my shoulder
I don't know why the weight of her body in my arms felt so right
It wasn't much, but it felt like it belonged there
I felt like a superhero, her superhero.
I didn't have a shirt on, so I felt every tear that slid off her face onto my chest
I remembered all the fun we had, had tonight, her laughs, her smile.
Damn, I picked up a girls books, and now I was falling for her.
Once we got downstairs I set her down on the couch, she had fallen asleep in my arms
I kicked everyone that was still there out
I gently woke her to give her a drink, she sipped it and fell asleep again.
What was I supposed to do, carry her home ?
I decided it was best.
I carried her little body to the house next door, she was wrapped up in my hoodie, I knocked on the door and asked if I could take her to her room,
And once I had put her down on her bed, I explained what had happened to her parents
Her mom and dad thanked me
I looked at her lying there
"Would you mind, if I stayed here tonight?"I asked her parents "I really want to stay with her, she might wake up stunned"
They said yes
So I lay down in the bed beside her, I felt her ease when I was near
So I went closer
She cuddled up to me
It felt, right
So I fell asleep right there, with this girl in my arms
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Authors note
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Damn, is he falling?
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