Innocence

E N C H A N T I N G

She felt Falcon stand up with her legs still firmly wrapped around his torso, laying her down on her cold bed before trying to gently pry her hands from around his neck.

"No," She yelped, her eyes remained closed as she tried to grab onto any part of him she could.

He shushed her as he held her hands to her chest with a soft grip, pressing a small kiss to her nose.
"It's okay, baby girl," He held her arms in one hand as he used his other to stroke her cheek affectionately. 

A moment of hesitation passed before Falcon spoke again.
"I'm not going anywhere," He promised. 

Freya's little hands wiggled out of his hold and gripped onto his black shirt, tugging him down to the bed with her. She couldn't bear the thought of being alone. 

Falcon lowered himself next to her, his tense muscles relaxing as Freya hooked a leg over his waist, her arms tightly encasing his torso. It was clear that no matter what ideas he had had before, the petite girl in his arms wasn't allowing him to go anywhere for the time being.

It didn't matter that he was physically able to leave and deal with the drunken man he had left in his house. She had him wrapped around those tiny fingers of hers and he hated the thought of upsetting her.

"Do you promise?" Freya asked, her eyes closed as she rubbed her cheek against Falcon's chest.

There had been such a long silence between them that for a moment, Falcon didn't know what she meant.

"I promise, baby," He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I'm never going anywhere."

Freya let out a tired whine as she pressed herself impossibly closer to Falcon's body, his hands rubbing soothing circles along her back as she fell asleep.

It was then that the front door slammed, the sound echoing up the staircase. Freya jolted awake in Falcon's arms, confusion contorting her features as Falcon sprang up from the bed. He wasted no time sprinting towards the window, pushing up the glass as quietly as possible before slipping out one leg.

Little hands grabbed the material of his shirt as he began to climb out, footsteps thundering up the stairs.

"Where are you-" Falcon cut off Freya's question as the sound of his heart beat filled his ears.

"I have to go, okay?" He said as gently as he could. "I don't know if I'll be back today, but I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

The footsteps had reached the beginning of the hallway, but Freya's hands still wouldn't let go of Falcon's shirt. He grabbed them softly, giving them a reassuring squeeze before prying them from his shirt. Before another word could be uttered, Falcon had lifted himself out the window, letting him fall to the roof below.

In the same moment, the door to Freya's room swung open to reveal her father. She tried to appear as nonchalant as possible, as if the boy her father had specifically told her to stay away from hadn't just jumped out her window. 

Her father glanced around the room, eyes searching for someone that was no longer there.
"Why is that boy's bike in my driveway?" Her father stared her down, arms crossed over his wide chest. "And why are you not at school?"

Freya's mouth opened to respond when she was interrupted by the hum of Falcon's motorcycle. She winced as her father's expression grew darker, panic bubbling in her chest. 

"Freya," He growled. 

"I-I felt si-sick," She blurted the first thing that came to mind. At least it wasn't a complete lie. "He dro-drove me home."