What is Love?

Twisted

NICHOLAS

We've been playing these stupid drinking games for the past 9 hours straight. I honestly hope i forget half of the things i learned today. Turns out Derek isn't gay, he's pan. I have no idea what that means but I'm going to look it up later.

"Ok, I've got one more thing to ask. Ryder, truth or dare?" Asks Diana.

"Truth."

"Did you really mean what you said to me earler today, in the hallway?" She asks him in a sad voice. I look up at Derek to see him looking at me with a scared expression.

"I-uh..." he sighs and rubs the back of his head with his hand.

"Ya, what was that all about? I mean I'm fine with you threatening me but not my sister!" I clench my jaw, trying not to show my anger. Diana tries to get off my lap but I tighten my grip so she can't escape me.

I nuzzle my head into her neck. Mmm, she smells like pomegranates. I'm not sure why but just smelling her calms me down.

"Is this true Carrot cake? Did he threaten you?" I whisper in her ear.

"It was really nothing, but I definitely apologize if that's what..." Blubbers Ryder.

"He was talking to her! So shut it!" Growls Alonzo, shutting him up.

"What did he tell you, hmm?" I ask again.

"C-can we just go to bed? I'm quite tired actually."

"Fine, but this conversation isn't over." I pick her up bridal style and walk out the doors headed upstairs to our bedroom. It feels so nice to say that or atleast think it.

"You know, you don't have to carry me right?" She tells me but i ignore the comment and keep walking towards our room.

When we get to the doors I nod at the gaurds telling them to open them. I hurry inside and place Diana on the king sized bed. I take this moment to study her. Yup, you heard right. I'm checking her out.

She's wearing a black nightgown that travels down to her mid-thigh. Her hair flows on the pillows like a goddesses. My eyes travel down and stop momentarily at her neck. Before you ask, no I'm not a vampire nor do I have a neck fettish. Her neck was covered in a purple greenish bruise.

I take deep breaths in and out. If i let out my anger now, it'll just upset Diana. Besides she's falling asleep and doesn't need any more stress. I don't want her to stress too much due to her condition. Speaking of which, I really need to talk to her about that. Or would telling her just create more stress?

I pull up the comforter and tuck her into bed. I then go to the bathroom and find some soothing cream that might help with the bruise. I walk back into the room and rush to her side, seeing that she's having another nightmare.

How I wish I could just take all her pain away and hide her from the world. She's an angel with broken wings and a hankering for danger.

"N-no please....wake up....daddy....kill you....bastard...." I chuckle knowing she's calling my father the bastard. I still can't believe the deal he made with her! That pompous bastard thought he could kill me off! He's got another thing coming. Next time i see him will be at his freaking fantastic funeral.

I start to apply the cream to her skin as gently as I can. I don't want her waking up and thinking I'm rubbing her neck like a pervert. She'd have my head for sure.

I finish and put the cap back on the tube or cream placing it at her bedside table in case she wants some more later on. I turn to leave but I stop when I hear 3 words uttered.