Save Me

Chapter 17

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I'm crying in his safe arms as he hugs me tightly. Thousands of tears have left my eyes and honesty, I don't know when they will stop. I still feel scared and terrified. My breath is heavy and quick. My eyes are shut even though that doesn't stop the new tears from appearing and connecting with my rosy cheeks.

Edward is laying unconscious a few feet away from us. I glance at him only to see the right face of his face covered in blood. A lot of blood.

And then, I lean up and see my angel that saved me. Because he did, completely and utterly saved me. He hasn't said a word since he wrapped his strong arms around my weak body.

Once our eyes meet, I see the blue clear eyes that have haunted me for the last weeks. He peers his eyes into mine and I get lost in them. I look at him as the moonlight illuminates his blonde hair and his handsome face.

We keep looking at each other for long. It's like we want to say something but we can't. I want to open up to him but deep inside I feel like I already have. I feel like the first time I laid my eyes on him, I felt like he could see right through me. Like now...

His mesmerizing eyes don't hold that rage like before but it's like serenity and affection has blanked them and I'm so happy for that.

Suddenly his eyes dart to my lips and the welcoming memories from before flash to my mind. He stares at me again and then he looks down at my dress. He closes his eyes and I look as his features harden and I know that his closed eyes show the anger that they held when he was hitting Edward. He opens them but before I can do anything, he lifts me up. One of his arms is beneath my knee and the other in my back and I wrap my arms around his neck as he starts to walk. I bury my face again in his neck and only then do I realize that somehow the tears have slowed down.

It's one of his effects on me. I feel safe and protected in his arms and I internally wish that I'll never have to live without them. I don't want to think about the moment when he leaves me.

After a few moments of walking, I feel him tense and I know he thinking about what just happened. But I don't want to think about that. I don't want to think about what might have happened to me if Corbyn wouldn't have saved me.

So, I slowly start to play with his hair and gracefully caress his neck. Gradually, he relaxes and I continue doing it.

I stare at the sky that it's totally blank without any start to light it up, just the moon. It kind of reminds me of me. The thought makes my eyes pool again.

I'm left all alone in a dark place and there's no light in my way to encourage me to keep going in the path I've chosen or more correctly the road I was destined to take.

I recognize the familiar road and I know we have reached home. Anxiety unfloods inside of me and I wrap myself around him even tighter.

"What's wrong?" he whispers in my ear as he approaches the door.

"I don't want to go in," I confess hiding my face and he stops walking.

"Why?" he asks and I finally lean up to stare at his eyes that are already searching for mine.

"What if they are awake? Or what if Noah or Jacob comes?" I don't want them to see me like this. My eyes are bloodshot, my cheeks are strained and my dress is ripped almost everywhere revealing most of my body.

"They are still at the party and all the lights are off," he says and I look over the door and then back to his eyes. I nod but take my usual spot in his neck. He quietly opens the door and walks up to my room. He opens my door and shut it with his foot.