Strings

Chapter 12

I try shifting away, but I have fallen on my injured ankle which was already hurting since the time in the library. And now not only had I snapped Hayden's attention towards me sprawled on the floor, I was also unable to move.

Primarily because of two reasons.
A) my stupid swollen ankle and
B) I don't know the second reason really, my body just stops functioning normally everytime Hayden's around. I call it fear.

Before I know it, he's already right in front of me, towering over me with his massive 6'3" frame, looking more daunting than ever since I was crouching uncomfortably on the floor.

His 8 pack abs on full display and his huge muscular arms crossed over his well defined hard chest. My eyes trail down to a very definite V-line hidden behind his suit pants and I blush furiously surprised by how blatantly I was ogling at him and I was more than grateful he was too drunk to notice. The magazines weren't exaggerating when they defined Hayden as the Blue eyed Greek God. Or devil. The latter suiting his persona a lot more.

"Get up."

Oh boy. Why hadn't I thought of that before? What a mighty brilliant idea!!

"What the fuck did you say?"

Crap! Did I really just say that out loud. Oh boy. I am going to die. I am going to die and I am only 23. Lord have mercy.

"I don't like being kept waiting." He says threateningly.

"I can't get up." I respond back slowly.

"Why not?"

"I- uhh, I fell on my injured leg and now it hurts when I move." I say nervously.

"It's uhh, it's okay you can umm go back to doing whatever it is that you were doing, I really didn't mean to bother you, and actually if I don't think about it, it doesn't really hurt that much so at some point I am absolutely positive I can crawl back to my roo-"

My rambling was cut off as he sweeps his hands underneath me and lifts me up in one quick clean stroke like I weighed nothing.

As reflex my arm goes around his neck as I latch onto him for support from this sudden movement.

"Hayden what are you-"

"Shut up." He says before I even finish my sentence.

My face instantly flushing as I realize he is not wearing a shirt, and I am clutching onto him when he is not wearing a shirt!  Ohmygod.

Too scared and too stunned to actually object The Hayden Knight, I do shut up.

That is until I notice that there's a thick piece of glass buried in his left hand.

"Oh my god, Hayden you're hurt!"

He keeps walking, towards the far end of the living room, completely ignoring me.

"Hayden put me down! Now! You can't carry me like this when you're bleeding!"

Still no response.

"Hayden put me down, please!"

Before I know it, he throws me over the couch, not harshly or with force but not gently either, I wince as I feel my ankle throb painfully from the position in which I landed on the couch.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He bellows at my face, grasping both my arms so tight that I was sure it's gonna leave marks.

"I- Hayden, please you're hurt, just let me help-"

"Help me? You want to fucking help me?" He snarls at me and I don't remember ever being as scared as I was now.

"Hayden, please it's bleeding, I-"