To Find Relief

Chapter 2: Fragile

Blake Hall(Media Box)

Blake's POV

To be honest I only moved because I was bored. I didn't like living up to the reputation of 'rich bad boy', nor did I like being favored because of my family's money. So I packed up my bags, said goodbye to my sister and left.

I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing in frustration. Picking an occupation was not as easy as I thought, mainly because I never needed to. I never needed to cook, do laundry, or even do my homework. I had maids to do that for me.

I didn't take a penny from my parents when I moved here. If I'm going to stay here, I'm going to have to learn to do things on my own. I shut my laptop and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged. I was just about to get ready for bed when I heard a loud bang on the door. I visibly tensed at the thought of my parents trying to convince me to come back, nonetheless, I opened the door.

A gust of chilly air ran by and I shivered. I lowered my head and my eyes widened at the sight. A very petite blonde was lying right there on my doorstep. Her face was covered in a sheen of cold sweat, her undersized clothes were dirty, and her cheeks were streaked with dry tears.

By now I had no idea of what to do in this situation, and there was no way I was going out into the cold. So I picked her up and carried her into the spare bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I took a moment into thinking why was she here. I don't recgonize her at all. She looked far to different from the other fangirls. Staring at her fragile looking body, I pondered over what I should do with her. A wave of tiredness hit me, so I went to my room and slept.

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Next Morning

Allison's POV

I cracked an eye open. The sun immediately making contact with my eyes, making me wince. Huh, that's weird, Sam never lets me keep the blinds open. By now I was sitting upright, scanning the room. Where the hell am I? More curious than scared, I came off the bed.
My feet making contact with the furnished, pine wooden floor, creaking a little as I walk down the hallway. Scanning the room like a spy, my eyes landed on a broad ink covered back. My eyes widened. As if the person sensed my presence, the man turned and gave me a small smile.

"Mornin' " he said bringing a mug of coffee to his lips. I just stared at him in shock and fear.

He was three times bigger than Sam, his whole body covered in tatooes, adding to his intimadating features. He had a strong nose, a sharp jawline and natural silver eyes that made my breath hitch. Overall he looked...mean.

I gulped thinking about the pain he would inflict upon me, guessing to his size, It would hurt ten times harder than what Sam could do.
How did I even get here?

Suddenly, he spoke, "Not much of a talker, huh?" He took his mug setting on top of the kitchen counter and looked at me. I shivered in fright over his hard gaze. To say I was scared was an understandment. He made me wanna piss my pants. He cocked one eyebrow at me waiting for a response.

"Not really" I managed to squeak out. We stood in silence. My head was buzzing with questions I wanted to ask him, so I asked the most important one.

"How did I get here exactly?" I blurted out. He gave me a small grin, before his knitting his brows together in concern.

"You hit your head on my apartment door" He said, setting his mug on the kitchen island. "It was cold out, and I didn't want to leave you there"

I gaped at him. "Um, thank you?"

He nodded as if to say 'no problem' He took one large step and peered down at me. His intimidation made me gulp with fear. I was up to his chest in height, and he was about four times bigger than me. If I'm gonna get out here, I couldn't do anything stupid.

"Do you want something to eat?" He questioned.

I was shellshocked. Sam almost never gave me clothes let alone food. I said a quiet 'no thanks' and proceeded to walk back to my "room"

Before I opened the door I managed to gain the confidence to ask him for his name.

"He walked up to me, tucking a lose strand of blonde  hair behind my ear, before whispering into my ear,

"Blake."