The New Guy, My Hero?

Kindness

The wind stays still. Not a sound is made.

He takes a step closer.

A whisper comes through his lips.

"What....What happened...?"

I don't pay attention to his words. He is nothing to me. Only another guy who is worthless. I start to feel fingers coming down my back. Quickly jumping off of the bench, I turn around. Drake's face is strange. As in he is scared. Or shocked. Then I realize why. I completely forgot about what my parents did to me. Why? Because I'm so used to it.

"Catherine...who did this to you...?"

I respond with emptiness, "Nothing of your concern."

He takes a step closer to me, bringing his hand to touch my face. A face with cuts and bruises. I back away, looking to the side to avoid contact.

"Why did you call me here, Drake?"

"That doesn't matter! Why are you beat up with blood gushing out of your back?!"

He rushes up to me and shakes my shoulders and screams, "Who did this to you?!?!"

His grip becomes really tight so I squeak in pain. Automatically, he lets go.

"This is not your concern. If you have nothing to say to me, I will leave."

"Not until you tell me who did this!" he exclaims grabbing my wrist.

I rip out my hand out of his grasp and break for a run. Turning around for a moment, I look at his face. His face is...hatred? I'm not sure.. The bench is still beside him. I smile at the bench before running in the direction of my house. Hopefully he doesn't think I was smiling at him. How could I ever...

*Drake's POV*

"She was so bloody and frail...I thought I was the only one that hurt her..." I thought to myself. "I would never go that far though. Never to the point of blood and possible death. I will get to the bottom of this! Neil could help me. I'll call him now. But I can't ask him for help...No. Why should I help her? She's still a loser. Maybe it was just for show. Yea! She wanted me to feel bad for her! She.....ugh whatever. I'll just go home and see if anything happens tomorrow."

A shiver went down my spine, but I ignored it.

*Catherine's POV*

"Need...home...water....help....."

I walk in the direction of my house while stumbling. Before I knew it I was falling into someone's arms and saw a fuzzy face. I try to see who it is but I fall unconscious.

.............................................................

Pain. Soreness. Wet?

My eyes shoot open after feeling something wet on my forehead.

"Kade? Why are you in my house?"

He chuckles a bit and I start to notice my surroundings. I'm not in my bed. I'm not in my room. I look at Kade in the eye.

"Am I in your room?"

"Yes Catherine, you are."

Thoughts go through my head. I start giggling.

"What's so funny?" Kade asks with an amused tone.

"Well, I've read stories about a teacher and student relationship. People could totally take this the wrong way. I mean I'm at YOUR house! Hahaha ow ow ow..."

I bring my hands up to my head to cool down an oncoming headache.

"Nice job, Catherine, but you need to keep calm. I mean, if you saw yourself, I'd think you would run away from a monster. Speaking of which, would you like to tell me what happened?"