If you are bleeding I can help stop the flow

Chapter 5

Amys POV

I tried to stand up, but my legs just couldnt take my weight, and although I was mortified, I was beyond exhausted and I think Kier knew that.

He gently picked me up in his arms and cradled me to his chest, I tried to protest but the only sounds I could make were broken sobs or hiccups.

The last thing I remember was Kier walking and his muscular arms encircling me in warmth, and safety.

Kiers pov

I saw her stumble when she tried to stand up, instantly I caught her swaying frame, and picked her up, because I could see she was about to collapse. Rather than asking questions, I just left the building holding Amy and walked the five minute journey home.

At some point she stopped mumbling and tensing, as she went limp, although her arms stayed tight around my neck.

When we got to my home, mum wasn't in, so, I got my keys out of my blazer, and held Amy in my right arm, and unlocked the door with my left, thankfully I am ambidextrous.

I leant on the freshly painted blue door, the colour of my dad- not now, please.

I kicked the door shut and carried Amy to the spare room, which incidentally was opposite mine, I preferred the light in this room, but I like the space in mine. And this room was painted baby blue, whereas the other was violet and plum. The blue made me think of the sea, not something I remembered fondly.

I gently laid her on the bed, and I leant across her to undo her shoes, the next thing I knew, I heard an ear splitting scream.

Amys pov

I woke up on a soft mattress, alcohol free air, and the ceiling wasn't stained with things older than me.

A cold hand ghosted over my ankle. I felt the horror strike through my heart. My veins turned to ice and the memories from the past, my heart stuttered in my chest; I heard a scream.

It was me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, a cold shock that brought me juddering back to the present.

"Can you hear me? Amy, its Kier. I need you to answer me."

I shot bolt upright and violently hit Kier with my forehead. He didn't react. His face mirrored the horror I could feel in my heart.

I fought against my muscles; they were frozen. I wanted to tell him that I was okay. But my mouth was shut. My tongue was stuck to my teeth. My throat was sandpaper. I could feel more tears brimming, but before I could react, Kier slowly, and in a very exaggerated fashion was rubbing my back and looking into my eyes. The tears dissipated and my breathing returned to normal.

"Thank you Kier, thats twice now." I managed to croak out eventually.

"Thats okay, are you okay now?"

I could hear the meaning in his voice whether or not it was intended, he didn't just mean now.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." That was such a well rehearsed phrase, I nearly believed it myself.

"No you aren't. But I need you to know I am more than willing to help you in anyway I can." Whilst Kier was offering me his help, I was transfixed by the stark contrast between him and the room. The room was bright, open, and light: Kier was dark, secluded and seemed to have a secret.

I wanted to know, but it would be a severe invasion of privacy. And he may ask me to be truthful. I cant do that.