A/N: Rough edit
Elijah Reef
I felt the tension. Hell it suffocated me I had no choice but to feel it. The way he looked at me, like he'd kill for me. The way he touched me, like he'd never hurt me.
He turned my brain to mush. I couldn't focus on anything but him.
Noah Hayes ladies and gentlemen.
He calmed down. All I had to do is cry and boom, I hit his soft spot.
Now we sat on the bed that reside in the corner of the room marked aid. Filled with first aid things like bandages. He sat with his back against the wall with his legs stretched out and I sat by his feet.
"This is dangerous." I told him seriously. I forced him to take his shoe and sock back off and I held an ice pack on his leg over his new bandages.
"You think." He fired back. He calmed down but he was still mad at me for coming here. Again.
I knew for a fact he's going to hunt down the men that kidnapped me. His reaction to me explaining what happened told me everything. He did seem mildly impressed with my hoodie maneuver though.
"What are they going to do with Travis?" I asked him. The way the dudes stormed the stage after he pulled out the knife couldn't possibly mean anything good.
He looked at me with a blank face. "Do you really want to know that?"
By the fact he had to ask me clearly means I didn't so I left it at that. But you would think with such tight security they could at least make sure the fighters aren't armed.
What if it wasn't just a knife? What if he stabbed him somewhere more vital?
The what if's stormed my brain and only made me more frustrated. We were both mad at each other for the same reason. He didn't want me here and I don't want him here.
"How did you even get in?" He quizzed. His arms folded across his chest, his muscles naturally flexed distractingly. I can't tell if it's me or not but the more time I spend with him the more attractive he gets.
I shrugged. "Someone was coming in so I acted like I was with them." It wasn't a complete lie but I still broke eye contact and bit my lip.
Instead I toyed with the fine hairs on his leg and ignored his gaze.
I didn't want to tell him specifically Josiah because I didn't want him to hunt him down too for helping me in. He didn't know any better.
"Mhm." I heard him grunt. "You were never a good liar but that was terrible."
My eyes lifted back to his and my jaw dropped.
He gave me a straight face and I kissed my teeth. I readjusted the ice on his leg and he winced a little. "Sorry," I muttered.
I had so many questions and I'm pretty tried of him pushing them off. I don't know what it's going to take to get him to leave this place. There's something I don't know, something he's not telling me because there's no way any sane person would continue to put themselves through this. No matter how much he thinks he deserves it. This is suicidal.
"Why did you start?" I looked into his eyes. He's not getting out of this. I need to know. For whatever reason I can't let this go.
He shook his head and I knew he was going to dismiss me. I just knew it.
"Uh uh." I snapped. "I want the truth. Otherwise I'm going to continue to come here."
His eyes hardened. "You can't. It's not safe–"
