The Beast Inside

12.

I continued to run my fingers through her silky hair even though I knew she was asleep. I felt bad. I shouldn't of made her tell me what happened, but it was bugging the shit out of me. She deserves to have her own secrets. I hadn't once thought about anything that she is going through until the moment she blew up on me. I had pushed her too far. I had taken away her freedom. She was now as secluded as I was. That must be difficult for a woman who seems to have everyone wanting to talk to her. She was starting to grow on me. No, I still didn't like her. But when I thought about everything, she is taking it far better than anyone else would of. She didn't scream when she saw the monster I am. She didn't fight me when I told her she could never leave. The only thing she did was beg me not to take her flying and ask me not to make her tell the story. I did both. I realized I wasn't being fair. She had put up with my hatred attitude without a single complaint, but I wouldn't even try to put up with her cheerfulness. I had been judging her from the beginning. She knew that, and just let me. She even let me believe she wrecked my car, knowing it would piss me off.

I no longer considered her weak. Yes, she was a human and she was weak physically compared to me. Mentally though, she was stronger than me. She didn't deserve this life. At that moment, I knew what I had to do.

I made supper that night for both of us. She was smiling again and laughing. I tried not to be so hateful, but it was just who I was. I'm not nice. I watched satisfied as she finished all of her food, and then her glass of water. She looked up and smiled at me, before her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

I stood up from my chair and quickly grabbed her before she sunk to the ground unconscious. I then took her to her room and wrapped a blanket around her so she wouldn't be cold while I was flying.

Holding her bridal style, I walked out the door and took off for the air. It took an hour and a half before I reached her house. I landed in the backyard, holding her to me with one arm, I took her keys out of my back pocket of my jeans. I silently unlocked the back door, and made my way into her house.

Her home was small but very nice. Unlike mine, her's looked lived in. Comfortable. The kitchen was an older style but clean. The living room had a fire place with a couch in front of it, and a tv hung on the wall. I couldn't see the color of the walls because it was dark out. I found her room quickly since it only had one bedroom. I pulled the covers back and gently laid her down in the bed. I unwrapped the blanket from her and folded it up to take with me. I didn't want to leave anything to remember me by. I took off her shoes and socks, then covered her up.

I watched as she turned and snuggled into the blanket. I stared at her for awhile not wanting to leave. She had been the only companion I had. The one person to talk to, and I had been horrible to her. I felt bad, but I couldn't take it back. Not only that, but I couldn't change. This was who I was. I didn't like people, I hated them. I could never be nice to her. If she was to stay with me, then she would grow to hate me, just as I do her. She would never have a life, and it was selfish of me to want to take that from her just so I could have a little company. I would never like her. I knew that. I still hated the smiling and laughing, but I hated her anger and crying more. I knew I did that to her. I broke her. She had realized that this wasn't just a vacation. She was just amazing at covering it up.

I took the letter out of my pocket that I had written to her earlier. I opened it and reread it, deciding if I was going to leave it or not. I wanted to, but I wouldn't. She needs to wake up and think it was all a dream. Forget me.

I would like to think I know her better than that though. She would remember. I couldn't take that away from her. If I could, then I would. It would be easier on both of us. She was smart though, she would return back to her life, just as I would return to mine. I would find a new place to hide. I wouldn't return back to the warehouse or the home we had just been staying in. Just in case she returned to them, I would rid everything from those places that could link back to me.

I looked out the window and noticed the sun was starting to rise. I felt like a creep. I didn't realize I had been staring at her for hours. I walked over to the window and pulled the curtains close so that it wouldn't wake her. I took one last look at her, and put a small kiss on her lips. I walked out of her room, closing the door behind me, not once looking back.

I felt a whimper escape involuntary. My beast. I went to her kitchen and quickly found a pen. I opened my letter and wrote a few more words down. I would leave it. But... I would hide it. Maybe it was cowardly of me, but if she did happen to find it, then it wouldn't be any time soon.

I took one last look around the house and spotted a picture frame. It was a picture of her laughing. Her golden hair was blowing in the wind. Her green eyes sparkling. A huge smile on her face. I took the picture from the table and put it in my jean pocket. Just because I didn't want her to remember me, doesn't mean I didn't want to remember her.

I locked the back door from the inside then took off for the sky. My beast whimpered again. I guess he had grown attached. That was something I could never do though. I could never like her or be nice to her. The one thing I could do. I just did. I let her have her freedom back.

I just hoped to God I had done the right thing, by trusting she wouldn't tell anyone.