These Broken Wings

Terrible Tuesdays

A/N: After much thought and consideration I have decided that this story is going to be the first story I complete. Because of this I must Re write it. I will post what I can but please know that I am trying my best as an amateur writer. This also entails that this story is subject to change, a lot of it. Please be patient. Thank you for your time.

-Leona (Lorelei01)

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I sleep way less than what is acceptable especially because of the nightmare. What did he take! I search my bag and nothing seems out of place. My phone is next to my bed on my short black nightstand. All my books everything still there. Wait, no he couldn't have.. Where is my iPod? I swear it was in the back pocket of my pants. I dig in my laundry basket and sure enough, it's gone.

I swear he's going to die, my whole life is on that iPod. All my recitals, all my compositions, and hundreds of dollars worth of music. I'm so livid my hands are shaking. I hurriedly dress, not caring if my clothes match. The car was waiting outside, my governess waiting outside holding the door of the car open.

I'm quiet as we ride and I tune her voice out. The car ride is relatively short. I run to the doors of the school hoping that he's there. I start to first period to find a swarm of girls around Jason accompanied by even some of the guys. I had no idea he was popular. Its not like I pay attention to people that often, but now I really look at him.

He has a square jaw, defined. His shoulders are strong if that makes sense. His eyes a liquid blue green like the sea. His lips are full and perfect, his nose a little crooked like it has been broken once. His arms are muscled like he works at the gym, a lot.

I continue to stare at him. My eyes traveling greedily over his body. I shouldn't be doing this I told myself. Before my eyes could look away he stole a look into mine. I look away hurriedly.

"Mya, come sit next to me."

"Why?" I say as I sat down, he pulled the desk close to his.

"Cause as I was telling theses people we went on our first date last night. Didn't we sweetheart?"

"-" I started to protest when I felt a sharp pinch on my hand. I shut my mouth and smiled. The girls were shooting daggers at me with their eyes. I smiled and started whispering with soft words to him as he twined our fingers together. Everyone left.

"What are you doing!!"

"I thought that since you already have reason to be angry at me that I would give you more fuel."

"You are a horrible person."

"I know." He smiles at me.

"You can stop the act they're gone," and he kisses my cheeks

"Who's acting?"

"Uhh.."

The bell rings and I've never been more happy in my life. I try to take back my hand but he doesn't let go. He just then takes my hand in both of his. He didn't even strain himself. What incredible strength, I can't help but marvel.

"I won't hurt you. But I just want to hold your hand."

"Fine. I give up."

He kisses my hand. Actually kisses my hand! All through class he holds it, I try to pull away once but no such luck. I try to listen to the lecture but find myself unable to do so. His thumb would rub circles in my hand, soothing, but I could tell he was danger and trouble. A deadly mix, my.. Mother used to say, before she died. Before they died.

I wimper and a tear makes its watery trail down my cheek. He glances in my eyes, worried, frightened, like any wrong move, any careless look could shatter me. He's not far off from the truth. I keep my eyes from his, looking at the pattern in the desk. I trace it with my eyes until its so blurry its impossible to. My tears overflow and one touches his hand. He doesn't look away.

The bell rings and he, while holding my hand, makes a break for the door. He pulls me, I give no resistance I'm too broken to resist. He pulls me to a dark car, black Mercedes Benz. I let him lead me to the passenger side and he buckles me in. His hand touches my thigh, enough for me to look questioningly at him.

He shuts the door and walks around to his side, opens the door and gets in. I hear the buckle click, and the sound of Lady Antebellums 'Just A Kiss' starts to play. I get lost in their melodies, I remain facing forward and he drives us away from the school. He drives, not stopping once until we are on the way out of town. His left hand stays on the wheel the right deviates from its rightful place to hold my hand. I could stay with his gentle kindness forever, I could stay with him.

He pulls onto an old dirt road, ignoring the no trespass sign. He drives us into a covered garage. Outside is a nice lake complete with a gorgeous waterfall. He took my hand and lead me through the moss covered trees, I couldn't resist. There was no point. There is a bench of sorts made from tree trunks that have fallen. The moss has yet to touch its gnarled trunk. He lifts me on it like I weigh nothing. He follows.

"We're skipping school," I say, my voice, hollow, dead.

"Who cares?" He stays quiet for a while, just looking in my eyes though I won't meet his gaze.

"Are you okay?"

"I haven't been okay in quite a while, there's no use in asking," I say.

"What happened, if that's okay. And here, this is yours."

"Thanks," I say as he hands my iPod over.

"So?"

"My family was killed. Not natural death. Murdered, and I have to live with that the rest of my life. So yeah I'm not okay."

"Sorry, I don't know what else to say."

"Its fine."

"No it's not." He puts his arm around my shoulders. He's warm and there and I feel like I'm not so alone now. I start to cry, silently letting tears fall, holding the breath in, keeping the pain in. His chin rests on top of my head.

"Its okay, I won't tell anyone, not even Shaylena."

I start to sob gasping for air, bareing myself like never before. My walls slide down in front of this person I barely know. He holds me to his chest, my breath wild and uncontrolled. After a while I calm down and he continues to hold me. I fall asleep in his arms, the last thing I remember is his voice telling me he will show me around the falls another time.

I wake up my head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around me in a warm embrace. His heart beat steady and rhythmic. I move my head to look at his face. He's awake and looking into my eyes. He's got pretty eyes blue green like the sea but stormy with silver flecks. I wonder what exactly he thinks of me. The lines between us seem blurred between, friends, acquaintances, and confidante. I trust him, yet I know he is dangerous. He gently tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

We just stare into each others eyes, it feels like he can see my soul. And his eyes are just what they appear, he is stormy, uncertain, but yet he seems like a gentle person. I break our gaze first, I feel like I've already gave away too much of myself already, too much of who I am. I look around, I'm at home, and he's here in my bed, holding me. I sit up suddenly. I stare alarmingly at him. How did we get here?

"Your governess let me in. I told her that you had a hard day and that I was your friend, that I wanted to stay to make sure you were okay. And she let me."

"Huh, Annabeth usually doesn't let strangers in. Well. What time is it?"

"Its time for me to go, you have a lovely house. Your family would be proud of how you've kept it. Its nine at night by the way, you slept for a long time."

"Oh.. Thank you, for just, well, everything."

"Anytime Mya." He gets up and leaves, leaving me to wonder what he saw in my eyes.

I fall asleep in a matter of moments, with an image of him as my last parting thought.