Preston ~
I was in a hurry to finish my work so I could go home and meet her and it felt like the craziest thing I've ever done...Why was she making me feel so restless when I'm with her I want her to go away and when I'm not with her I long for her
I thought to myself that this can't be happening to me I hated her or I am supposed to ...she haven't made a y move since the bet on a trial date and here I'm already "f**k" I hit my hand on the wall and sat down to catch my breath I didn't notice I was bleeding on my hands and I left for home in a not so good mood..
I got home and walked straight to my room and I found her sleeping on my bed and all my anger seemed to vanish I walked to the bedside sat on it and was looking at her beautiful face it looked so peaceful asleep I tucked her hair behind her ears. I wished she was someone else I wish she had no relation with my mother's murderers then maybe things would be different ...thinking about her parents again infuriated me and I stood up to leave but she woke up
"Preston?....Your back I was waiting for you and slept off sorry" she said with a smile and her eyes drifted to my hands which had blood on them and that was when I paid attention to it
"Preston what happened to you your hurt"
" Don't overreact this is nothing"
" This is nothing your bleeding , sit still "
She walked hurriedly to the wardrobe and picked out the first aid and she walked up to the bed and started dressing my wounds and I kept looking at her
She noticed my stare and looked back at me and again I remembered my mother and how she'd be worried sick if I had a single scratch how she'll tend to my wounds with tears in her eyes when she'd flinch like she was the one feeling the pain instead of me . Why would anyone want to kill her she suffered so much yet she was still kind and loving to all that I'm sure she would even forgive those who killed her but I couldn't , I wouldn't allow myself to neverl