Save Me

Chapter 18

I hear a sound I haven't heard before and I look around my room. Where is this coming from?

Corbyn moves to my left nightstand and takes his phone to his hand.

"What?" he says and I sit on the edge of my bed opposite from where he stands.

"No, I left an hour ago" he replies and I assume it's someone from the party we went to earlier. I just hope that someone isn't a girl begging him to come back.

"No, I walked," he says and everything else he said went mute. Walked.

That is what destroyed me and saved me at the same moment. Kind of ironic...

If Corbyn hadn't walked, I would have been...I shake my head to get rid of those thoughts.

If I hadn't walked and just asked for a ride, I wouldn't have experienced what I did. I would have safely returned home and none of this would have ever happened. It's my fault that he touched me and saw me as nobody else has.

Suddenly, I feel a hand in my cheek and I quickly turn in its direction only to see Corbyn staring at me with wide eyes full of...worry?

He caresses my cheek and then I realize that he's wiping away the tears that have escaped from my eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he whispers but I shake my head.

"Can we...can we keep it between us?" I ask him after a few seconds of silence.

Instead of answering, he keeps staring at me and anxiety explodes inside of me. What if he wants to let people know? What if he already has?

"Why?" he asks and I break our eye contact.

"I-I don't want people to pity me," I simply say and he titles my chin up to meet his gaze.

"Okay but he's not going away with this" he states sounding determined and furious even though he tries to hide it under his quiet voice.

"What do you mean?"

"He's going to pay" he says and I remember his lifeless body covered in blood.

"How bad will he be after you...uhm you know...beat him?" I ask softly and a huge grin covers his face.

"It'll be bad...but not bad as I would him to be," he says and I keep looking at him waiting for a more detailed answer.

"Two broken ribs, a broken arm and fingers, bruises all over his face and he must have a black eye for a week and don't even get me started on the-" remembering Corbyn hitting him in his sensitive area I know what he's about to say so, I stop him.

"Don't! I-I get it" I say and he laughs.

"I just made sure he won't be able to do something like that for at least a month," he tells me proudly and I blush at the mention.

"You're cute when you blush," he says giggling after a few seconds and I place my hands in my cheeks. They are heating so much that I know I must look like a tomato. Oh my God.

"What...what did you mean when you said he'll pay? What are you going to do?" I say to get his attention off me.

He shakes his head and I frown.

"You're not going to tell me?"

"No,"

"Why?"

"It's better that way. You don't want to know, trust me" he tells me, and then I don't want to know anymore. Even the thought of Edward is making me sick.