His Goddess

His Goddess

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"Are you ok" I said in a soft voice and proud I didn't squeak. Of course his not stupid, his bleeding duh. My logical self said making me roll my eyes but before I can think about anything else, the men grunt and lifted his head. Despite his swollen left eye he did have pretty eyes. It looks brown at first but if you look closer he had spots of green around the pupil and depending on how the sun hits them, they show flecks of gold. I got lost in those pretty hazel eyes. They widen a fraction upon seeing me but didn't show much, I could tell he was trying his best to hide his emotion and pain. I blinked a couple of times, getting out of the daze his eyes put me through and gave him a small smile. "Your bleeding but alive, so that means your gonna be ok" I kneel down in front of him with out breaking contact. He doesn't seem dangerous but I'll still keep my guard up. His eyes soften, looking at every inch of my face, like his trying to memorize it then went back to my eyes. "Oh here" I said pulling one of my wash cloths got from work out of my mail man bag. It's not girly but it works. I wet the cloth with a bottle of water I also pulled out and put the water back in my bag. Looking up to him, I reach my hand out with the wet cloth and slightly touch a cut on his temple, he wrench in pain but never took his eyes of me. Hissing in pain i stopped cleaning his temple. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to hurt you" I said pulling my hand away, but he immediately grabbed my hand putting it back on his temple. His hand was big and warm, very warm compared to my cold ones, I almost sigh in contempt until he spoke. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that bad моя богиня " he said in a deep sexy accent. Now that I could get use to but what did he say, I hope he wasn't calling me names like stupid or naive. I frown at the unknown name and gave him a questioning look but he didn't answer. -----------------------------
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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