Strings

Chapter 12

"JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT FROM ME." He screams at me, finally loosing it.

"Is it my money? Is that it? Or is this house too small for you? Just tell me what the fuck you want and get out of my face!" He says finally, his voice powerful and terrifying and the fact that he was drunk wasn't helping my trembling nerves at all.

He doesn't give me a chance to respond as he suddenly sits straight up.

"Get out."
"Get the fuck out, before I throw you out myself."
He doesn't need to tell me twice, as I scurry my way out of here limping awkwardly.

I limp my way to my room, the best I can without hurting my ankle too much and go into my washroom. I retrieve the First Aid Kit I found under the sink the other day and limp my way back down.

I, honest to god, don't know why I am willingly walking towards Hayden. This time, I am sure he'll kill me. But as terrified as I am of him, a part of me knows he wouldn't hurt me. I am hoping with everything that, that parts right.

I make my way to the couch and Hayden is sitting there now, looking at nothing in particular. And for the first time I don't see the Hayden Knight, whom everyone including me is so terrified of. I just see a man who's had to do everything by himself and who's probably never received genuine affection in his entire life.

My heart goes out to him as I gently sit next to him. He was so lost in thought he hadn't even noticed I was there until I softly take his hands in mine.

He looks startled and I am sure I can only read him because he's drunk. If he were sober there's no way I would have known what he's feeling.

"What the fuck are you doing back here?"

I don't respond as I place his hands on my lap, and open the First Aid Kit, and remove some cotton balls and antiseptic.

He jerks his hand back and I hold it back in place.

"I told you to get the fuck out of my face." He says, his voice dangerously low.

"And now I am telling you to sit still, this might hurt a little." I respond back, firm but still gentle. I have no idea where this confidence is coming from. I am just clinging on to it for worse or for better.

I was expecting him to storm up and leave but instead he stills all over.
I find my confidence crumbling as he studies me with his passive eyes. I try to focus on his bloodied hand and not get effected by his hypnotizing blue-green eyes on me.

I gently pull the glass piece out which was easy considering it was super big and I could easily get hold of it. I don't know how I would've pulled it out if it was tiny and really small.

I dab the antiseptic on the cotton ball and turn to look at him,

"Okay so this will probably sting a little, it's okay just hold on." I say softly.
I dab the cotton ball on his hand ever so softly and blow on it lightly as I continue dabbing and cleaning his wound.

"There we go, just a little more, it won't hurt anymore" I say and I realize I am speaking more to myself than to him because I was getting absolutely no reaction out of him at all.
Jeez. The Man's made of steel.

I finish cleaning it and then I apply the ointment and then wrap his hand tidily with the roll of Bandaid.

"See, now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" I say feeling incredibly satisfied and proud of myself for getting the job well done.

I turn to look at him and I apparently shouldn't have as I am taken aback by the intensity in his eyes. No matter how still his face was, his eyes were raging, sizing me up, analyzing, calculating and trying to read me the best he could.

"Well umm I am all done, I'll go now, I won't bother you anymore." I say, getting up to leave.

I pack up the First Aid Kit and limp my way back upstairs.
It's a cold night and I didn't even know where his room was or I would have helped him in there. I go in my bedroom and gently carry my warm comforter back downstairs.

I peep slightly to look at him and he had already passed out on the massive couch. Atleast the couch looked comfortable and not sturdy like they usually are.

I place a glass of water and some aspirin on the coffee table right in front and then begin panning out my comforter, to tug him in.

Before I realize he yanks my hand down and pulls at me with such force that I land straight on top of him.

A surprised gasp leaves my lips as I stare at him wide eyed.

"Hayden what are you doi-"

"Stay." He says quietly cutting me off. His eyes still closed, his voice laced with exhaustion.

"Huh?" I respond back, feeling a loss with words.

"Stay with me." He says again, and shifts me so that I am lying next to him, caged within his huge muscular arms as he wraps them tight across my waist, pushing me back completely against him.
I try to wiggle out of his hold but it was impossible to get out of his iron grip.
Exhaustion and tiredness settles down in me and I am surprised by how comfortable and safe I felt in his arms.

Giving into the warmth radiating of his naked chest I snuggle into him as he spoons me tighter pulling my comforter over us.

I welcome the sleep as it comes and if I wasn't so tired I would have probably noticed the fact that I was sleeping with Hayden as he spooned me but the thought escapes my mind as he snuggles his face at the nape of my neck right as I fall asleep.

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