He’s standing in front of me with a huge plate full of—whatever. I think I’m passing out.
I feel my head falling toward the bed but it doesn’t hit the perfect pillow. It lands on something solid. Something moving. I open my eyes and see that curly motherfucker right above me. Am I lying in his lap?
Jesus, get the fuck up Kiara.
Something cold touches my lips and fluid starts to fill my mouth as I choke on it, the coughing waking me up.
“I’m sorry, but you need to drink this,” he urges me.
His voice is deep, yet soft.
“What is it?” I blurt out between the coughs and he keeps pressing the glass to my lips.
“You haven’t eaten or had anything to drink for far too long. If you pass out, he’s gonna kill me.”
He sits behind me on the bed, my head resting on his chest as he holds my head with one hand and the glass with the other.
Wait, what?
“He?” I lift my eyes up to him as a subtle smile appears on his lips.
“Drink it, I promise it’ll help.”
He lifts the glass to my lips once more, and I do as I’m told. I don’t think I have a choice anyway. I slowly gulp the whole thing and he sits up straighter, with me still resting on his chest, so I also sit more upright.
“Who are you?” I mumble.
“Adrien. You wanna rest?” he asks, his voice almost caring.
What the hell?
“No,” I want to yell but it comes out almost as a whisper.
I don’t think my eyes are even open anymore.
I feel him getting off the bed and slowly putting me on the pillow as I fall into darkness.
The scarred hands are on my skin, holding me.
“Please don’t leave me, Kiara.”
I won’t.
“I won’t leave you this time, Kasien.”
Kasien
Age 18
One more year and I’m gone.
The day Natalya hits eighteen, I’m taking her and Adrien and we’re gone. Fucking gone forever.
Different states.
Different countries.
Maybe a different planet if it’s possible.
