The protector

Not a big deal..

He snorts silently. "If you would just tell me it would conform it's not a big deal."

"Maybe if you stopped asking I might tell you." I almost growl through clenched teeth.

"Then tell me." He hisses and I feel my fist curl up into tight balls at his harsh tone. A frown spreading upon my face with full force.

"Let it go will you." I stand up suddenly and sit down on the small single couch with a deep and grim expression on my face as Alex glares daggers at me.

"Why did you move." He voice is low but still holds that edge.

Only an hour before we where kissing in front of the house and know we are having a big argument over why he will not just let it go.

His expression darkens slowly as nothing leaves me lips. "Your ruining what we just had."

My mouth drops open suddenly and I feel anger boil through my veins. "I'm not ruining anything." I clench my fist as I sit very stiffly upon the single couch.

"Maybe if you weren't such a nosy ass, we wouldn't be having a problem right know. Ever think of that mister smarty pants." He watches me for a second.

"Smarty pants that's the best you could come up with." I huff out a loud sigh and stare well deserved daggers at him.

"Can you let it go."

"Can you just tell me" He sit straight up with his arms crosses over his chest and a stern expression on his face.

The wind rattles the windows as we keep our eyes locked on each other's. His tan hands griping the couch as he leans ever so slightly forward.

"Please just tell me." He says in an even tone as I move my eyes to glance down at at piece of my brown hair that lays across my chest.

We sit in another minute of awkward silence before I bring my eyes up to to Alexs bright blue one. "I was hit with an arrow."

I pause and look at the concern written in his eyes. "That was covered in silver."

He nods slowly making his hair flop into his face. Golden streaks of his hair catches the light from the fire and glow ever so slightly.

His plunk pink lips forming a very straight line across his face. "Who were the people Emily?"

A sigh leaves my mouth. "Who else would they have been Alex." He stands up suddenly almost knocking over the coffee table sitting between us.

"Are you sure." He looks directly at me with a sort of fire in his eyes that I just can not place with those tan arms of his flexing.

"Yes I am very sure. Not just anyone pulls out a bow and arrow covered in silver." I raise an eyebrow as his breathing become labored.

"I'll just explain it all before you pop a blood vessel in your eye. Alright, so just sit down and take a breath." I say calmly as I fold my hands together in my lap.

He fights with himself for a second before leaning back slowly onto the couch. He motions one of his hands for me to talk.

"Well after I left the house, I was gliding above the trees when they spotted me. I don't think I have ever seen someone so happy as they were when they pointed the arrow towards my heart." I pause as a loud crack comes from outside both Alexs and I turn to the window.

I see a bird and let out a low sigh.

Then sudden sound of nails being dragged along the top of the house makes my heart quicken.