DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WINX CLUB.
...I'm not really sure if anyone wants to read this story anymore, so...the chapter is a little short.
~ California State University - The Next Day - 7:30 AM ~
A collective chime could be heard ringing through the college, ushering students to get to their classes as soon as possible. Stella sat in her usual seat in her first class of the day. Despite having one of the straight-laced teachers of all time, she actually enjoyed Griselda's teaching. Griselda may be overly strict and a bit of a martinet, but she means well and like any other teacher, she wants her students to be better in life and reach their fullest potential.
She tapped her pen impatiently against the wooden surface of the desk, waiting impatiently and constantly cocking her head towards the door. She actually didn't know what or she was waiting for, but...
Liar, her subconscious smirked.
Stella blushed to herself, knowing exactly why or rather, whom, she was so excited and a tad bit impatient for. Just then, she heard a few dreamy cooes from her and glanced up to see Brandon entering the class with a backpack loosely slung over one of his broad shoulders. His lips were quirked into a handsome smirk as he walked into the class with an air of unmistakenable confidence. Girls squealed like horny teenagers as he walked by their desks. Stella was most definitely not immune to the adonis who sat a few desks away from her. As handsome as he was, no girl approached him yet.
Maybe they were too scared of rejection...
And they should be, Stella laughed softly to herself. A rejection by an impeccably handsome man...is just...
No. Just...no. It's just too painfully humiliating.
Stella turned to Brandon and couldn't help but blush when she saw his gaze subtly already on her. He winked at her before turning to face the front. Stella bit her lip as she flushed a little red while doing the same.
"Psst!" someone whispered from beside her.
Stella turned to her left to see Amaryl Woods smirking at her. "I saw that," the brunette giggled.
Stella giggled. "Nothing happened. Hush," she said.
Amaryl rolled her eyes. "For what? Have you seen that hunk?! He's a masterpiece!" the brunette gushed a little loudly, turning attentive heads towards the two. Stella turned red in the face when she saw Brandon smirking at her from the corner of her eye. Dear Lord...please just kill me now! This is so embarrassing!
"Would you just shut it?!" Stella hissed, leaving Amaryl to laugh good-naturedly.
"Awww, what's this? Our little Stella has a crush on the newbie," Mitzi smirked from behind the blonde while checking her face in her mirror.
Stella's eyes narrowed as she turned around. "Zip it, Mitzi," the blonde warned irritably.
"Awww...you're embarrassed. And you should be. As if you could ever score a guy like that," Mitzi snickered along with her devoted minions. "Loser."
"That's enough, Mitzi," Jay Saunders, one of Stella's good friends, stood up sharply while shooting a small smile towards the blonde. "You better watch that tone."
Musa Melody also glared and defended the blonde. "Yeah, girl. Watch that tone unless you want my fist to say hello to your bleached-ass face."
Mitzi rolled her eyes and chewed on her bubble gum, acting like the arrogant bitch that she is. "I didn't say anything that wasn't true." She gave the blonde a flick of her middle finger before checking her hair and nails on the mirror on her desk.
Brandon's eyes narrowed as he silently watched the conversation. It didn't need a brainer to know that it was about him. Plus, he heard his name. A few other students occasionally glanced wordlessly at him every once in a while before watching the escalating verbal argument.
Having had enough of Mitzi's verbal abuse, Stella's face contorted to one of anger. She stood up furiously and pounded a fist on Mitzi's table, scaring the bejesus out of the latter. "What the hell is your problem, Mitzi?!"
Mitzi scoffed before standing up angrily. "YOU ARE. You're my f*cking problem! You're a sassy little bitch who does nothing but get in my way!"
"What did you just say?!" Stella took a step ferociously before clenching a tight fist. Brandon stood up as he watched the ordeal with widened eyes. His eyes narrowed in vigilance, wondering if he should jump in.
"Fight!" someone yelled in the class and soon, everyone started to chant. "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Are you scared, you bitch?! Why don't you run back to your momma?!" Mitzi snickered cruelly.
A collective "Ooooh" erupted in the classroom.
"How dare you, you brat?!" Stella yelled while clenching her fist tightly. A little frightened at the murderous look in Stella's eyes, Mitzi picked up the mirror that lay on her desk in total panic and hit the blonde forcefully on the side of her head. Stella's eyes widened and she barely blocked it using her arm, clearly not expecting that. She cried out in pain as the mirror shattered forcefully against her head, leaving a few glass shards to stick to her face and arm.
"NOOOO!" Brandon instinctively yelled and stood up in a bolt before immediately pushing the people in front of him out of the way.
The class abruptly fell silent as everyone watched in horror. Their provoking chantings died into a hushed silence. It was no longer that interesting.
Blood trickled down the side of her face and flowed stickily from the gash on her arm. Jay's eyes widened when he saw Stella wobble and clutch her head tightly. He took a step and instantly held her by the waist as she closed her eyes faintly. "Stell!" he yelled in panic. Musa stood from her desk and ran towards her best friend. "Stella! Someone call the ambulance!" she cried out.
Griselda suddenly came running into the classroom at the widespread panic and commotion. Her eyes widened at the hovering crowd, the little pools of blood that accumulated near Stella's head and waist, and Mitzi's horrified face. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Griselda yelled in terror as she pulled out her phone and raced over to the injured blonde. Stella could barely open her eyes as she lay in Jay's arms unconsciously. Everyone stared at Mitzi, who looked as if she's about to pee herself.
"Mitzi McColl, you're going to pay for this. This has gone too far," Griselda threatened angrily while dialing 911 and the ambulance.
"But I didn't! I didn't do anything!" Mitzi defended herself and waved her arms wildly, trying to push everyone away. She tried to run but gasped painfully when an arm lashed out to her wrist tightly. "Let go!" she turned around to see Brandon throwing her a death glare.
"You have a lot of explaining to do to the authorities," Brandon hissed calmly.
He was tempted to show out his badge and bust her ass to jail, but his cover would be totally blown. He carelessly threw her to one of the other students who glared at her and held her tightly. Brandon instantly rushed over to Stella who was currently in Jay's arms.
"Give her to me," he told Jay calmly, barely able to keep the anger out of his tone. Jay gulped and nodded before slowly handing Stella over to Brandon. The brunette gently set her down on the floor and took a look at her injured face and arm. He winced at seeing a fairly large glass shard pierced into her skin. Blood oozed from her head and from her arm and stained his clean clothes, but he didn't care.
He sighed in relief when he saw that the shards weren't too deep on her arm. He gently held the glass piece and carefully and slowly pulled it out with precision as to not break off the fragile glass and leave it lodged deep into the skin. He frowned at the little pieces that pierced themselves into her cruelly, marring her beautiful face.
"Is she gonna be okay?!" Musa and Amaryl screamed while plopping to her knees and holding Stella's hand.
Brandon nodded. "She'll be fine. But SHE," he stopped for a moment while tossing a cold look towards the quivering Mitzi before continuing, "...WON'T BE." I'll make sure of that, Brandon gave the accused a frightening glare.
A siren was soon heard in the distance and grew louder as it approached the university. Brandon picked Stella up. The class parted way for him to pass. Jay, Musa, Amaryl, and a few others followed Brandon as he made his way over to the parking lot.
Two officers rushed inside. They grabbed Mitzi, ignoring her terrified screeches and abusive curses. Meanwhile, paramedics took Stella in and placed her on a stretcher. Brandon, Jay, and Musa got in the van while some chose to follow them using their cars.
~ St. Francis Medical Hospital - 9:30 AM ~
Brandon watched the heartbeat monitor beep steadily and rhythmically. He placed his head between his hands and sighed, wondering when she'll wake up. She's been out cold for a while now. Doctors said that she probably fainted from shock. She lost quite a bit of blood and the doctor warned him that she'll probably have a headache or worse, a migraine, once the anesthesia wears off.
After what seemed like forever, a soft, almost inaudible gasp was heard from the bed. He looked towards her and stood up. He nearly exploded from joy as he watched her open her eyes. "Stella!" he sighed out of relief.
"Hi..." she mumbled while slowly sitting up with sleepy eyes. She looked up to see Brandon, Jay, and Musa hovering over with concern. Fresh bouquets of flowers filled the room, wishing her a speedy recovery.
"You okay?" Jay asked while gently patting her head.
Stella winced slightly. She frowned and scrunched up her face in discomfort when she saw the bandages on her head and arms. "What the heck?! Why am I a mummy all of a sudden?! And this freaking hospital stinks," Stella winced while scrunching her nose in disgust.
Musa grinned. "I guess that counts as an okay."
Jay crossed his arms angrily. "I can't believe Mitzi hurt you like that."
Stella rolled her eyes. "I don't think she meant to kill me," she mumbled.
Jay chuckled. "Well, that's what they're charging her with. Well, you take rest, okay?" he said while gently hugging her.
Musa and Jay waved goodbye as Stella sat there dumbfounded. "What he said...is it true?!" she asked in alarm.
Brandon rolled his eyes. "For someone who put you in the hospital, you sure are showing a lot of mercy."
"Is she really charged with attempted murder?!" Stella asked in disbelief.
"No, she's charged of attacking and injuring an unarmed female student on campus with a deadly weapon," Brandon scowled.
Stella scoffed. "Deadly weapon? Really?" It was freaking mirror, not a sword!
"You haven't learnt your lesson from broken mirrors yet?" Brandon narrowed his eyes sharply.
"..." Stella looked down at her lap. "I hate Mitzi, don't get me wrong, but I'm not the type to hold grudges against anyone."
"Stella, this isn't about you. And it's not that simple. While you were in dreamy land, your classmates including myself gave our statements as witnesses. You didn't even attempt to attack yet, so she has no reason to plea for self-defense either," Brandon told her while squinting his eyes into a frown.
"Is she gonna go to jail?" Stella asked softly.
Brandon sighed. "That depends on you. If you press charges, then yes. She'll go to jail. If not, well...she won't but the university will still expel her. The university doesn't need that kind of reputation. And the police will send her to an anger management type of institution since it happened on educational premises."
"...how do you know that?" Stella asked curiously.
Brandon tossed her a look to which Stella blushed in embarrassment. Duh. He's a cop. "Right. Sorry," she said. She slowly sat up but winced slightly.
Brandon instantly came to her side and gently pushed her body back on the bed. "Easy," he coaxed. "You're still hurt. Just sit tight. I'll be back soon." he said.
"Where are you going?" Stella asked confused.
"I'll fill in the paperwork and we'll leave. You're not exactly safe here."
Stella nodded sleepily, not really paying attention to his words. She just wanted to get out of here.
~ 10:20 AM ~
Brandon led Stella inside before looking around cautiously and locking the door behind him.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said while moving to the bedroom to change into a fresh set of clothes.
He took off his shirt before throwing the blood stained clothing into the laundry basket. He washed himself clean before putting on a new one. After a while, he hopped back into the living room and saw that Stella had changed out of her bloody clothes as well.
"Want something to drink?" he asked with a smile while cruising over to the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously while following him.
He gave her a weird look. "...Asking you if you wanted something to drink...?" he said cluelessly.
Stella laughed. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean...you should be in class now," she smirked.
Brandon huffed before his lips stretched into a smirk. "Pretty sure rule number one of a bodyguard and victim is to not be in two different places at once."
Stella laughed. "Well, I have to go."
"No, you don't. You might as well take the few days of vacation the university granted you."
Stella's eyes bugged wide open. "I got a few days off?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Uh yeah. The rest of this week actually. Your official medical leave."
"Well, I'm proud to say that I'm gonna cash the offer in," she grinned.
"It's not safe there for you anyway," he said softly. "CLEARLY," he suddenly scowled, remembering the morning's events.
"Would you chill? I'm not dead yet."
Brandon scoffed. "I can't believe a spoilt brat is more dangerous than a serial killer," he cursed himself for not being able to protect her despite being present not less than ten feet away. He sighed. "I'm...I'm really sorry, Stella," he said dejectedly. "I...I should've been there for you. I didn't really think that she'd hit you."
Stella's eyes widened in concern when she saw him frowning almost...sadly. As handsome as he was, she didn't like it when he looked so apologetic. "Brandon, it's okay," she gently comforted him. He looked up at her and she appeared rattled for a moment. For a split second...he appeared almost vulnerable, letting her glance into his hurt eyes.
"I'm telling you that it's okay. It's really no big deal other than a catfight getting out of control," she said sincerely while placing a palm on top of his.
"It's still my fault," he whispered almost to himself.
Stella shook her head. "No, it isn't. It was mine and Mitzi's fault. We were the ones who were ready to rip each other out. She just started it first. That's all," Stella said firmly, knowing that if Mitzi hadn't hit her first, that brat would've been the one tending to a broken jaw by now. And then, she'd be the one facing those charges instead of Mitzi. And something told her that Mitzi would definitely hold a grudge.
Seeing his features soften, she couldn't help but close the space between them and hug him gently. "Don't be upset anymore," she said while breathing his scent in. Brandon stiffened instantly at the contact as his breath hitched. Slowly, he hugged her back.
"I'm fine," he told her who still resided in his embrace. He had to admit it. It felt really soothing to hug her. He gently held her against her and tenderly placed a hand around the bandage wrapped around her head. "I'm just glad you're okay now," he frowned as he looked at her.
Stella smiled as she looked up at him. The hug broke up and an awkward silence ensued. Stella felt the back of her neck heat up slightly. "So! Um...what do we do now?"
Brandon coughed slightly at the proximity before replying. "You, young lady, will rest," he ordered, sounding very much like a dictator. "Doctors said that you might get a headache once the painkillers wear off, so watch out for that."
Stella rolled her eyes. "Yes, dad."
He chuckled before leaving the room. "Rest up!" he hollered on his way out, leaving her to smile.
~ Los Angeles Police Station - 12:30 PM ~
"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T!" Mitzi squealed in protest as policemen started to grab her shouders.
"Ms. McColl, the only reason you're not behind bars for assault is because the victim has dropped her charges," the sheriff said calmly in a threatening tone. "I suggest you respect that. Along with your history of violent and disorderly conduct, you've been sentenced to one hundred days of therapy in St. Theresa Institution and two hundred hours of community service."
"WHY, THAT BITCH! IT'S HER FAULT! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Mitzi shrieked furiously as authorities started to drag her away.
~ St. Theresa Institution - 1:30 PM ~
"NOOOO!" Mitzi cried as she banged on the cell-like walls, fitting for a 'poshed' prison. "I didn't do nothing!" she screamed.
"HEY! SHUT IT, YOU LITTLE HOE!" an inmate shouted in exasperation at the little twit who's been whining like a clown since she's gotten here.
Mitzi shut up instantly with wide eyes, not expecting a rebuke. She sunk to the floor with hot tears falling down her eyes.
She looked up with rage in his teal grey eyes. Just you wait, Stella. JUST. YOU. WAIT! she glared with hardening fury.
She'll get her revenge at any cost. The second I get out of here, she growled before pounding a fist on the floor.
Meanwhile...
A slender figure spied on the police cars that are slowly pulling out of the parking lot of the institution. She smirked as she slowly peeked through the bushes to note the institution's name and address before silently slipping away undetected.
~ Stella's and Brandon's Home - 2:00 PM ~
Stella closed her eyes slowly as she started to doze off in a sofa in the living room. She didn't care to switch off the TV as it noisily ran in the background. Her head fell limply to a weird angle as she cradled a cushion pillow to her chest. It took her no time to fall asleep as her body fell to the side a little unevenly. The pillow in her arms slided off and tumbled to the floor with a soft thud.
"Stella, cut the volume down!" a voice shouted from the bedroom, but it was unheard by the sleeping blonde.
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Silence.
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Brandon sighed in exasperation at the annoying music from the TV. Ugh. This blonde was growing to be a true menace. He hopped off his bed and marched into the living room with an unhappy growl, ready to give the blonde a piece of his mind.
"Stellaaaaaa!" he shouted while slamming his door shut for extra emphasis on the way out.
"Stella, I told you-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw Stella sleeping on the couch, softly snoring. His anger dissipated slowly and a small smile erupted onto his lips as he traveled around the couch and crouched in front of her. The remote was loosely in her hands. Chuckling, he took it and turned off the TV before casting it aside.
He silently turned towards Stella. He held the hair that partially hid her face before tucking it back behind her ears. Chuckling lightly, he looped his arms around her slender body before standing up.
The sudden movement made the blonde stir. Brandon watched Stella open her eyes sleepily. She rubbed her eyelids before blinking at him. "What the-?!" she murmured incredulously. "NO!" she suddenly screamed, making Brandon's eyes widen in shock, but not enough to drop her.
He slowly set her down on her feet. "What the hell?" he mumbled in shock. "Stella, are you okay?" he asked in confusion. Did I do something...? he thought.
Stella clutched her head and rubbed her eyes. "No. I mean, yes. Yeah, I'm fine," she murmured. "I'm gonna nap for a while," she said dejectedly.
Brandon frowned for a second when she pulled away from him. He followed her slowly to the bedroom and watched her sit on the bed a little sadly.
"Stella? Are you okay?" he asked in concern while slowly sitting next to her.
She nodded but remained deep in thought. Pursing his lips together, he gently nudged her. "Hey, what's wrong?"
She finally turned towards him. His eyes widened to see a thin layer of tears glistening in her hazel orbs. "Will I die?" she asked, truly afraid.
He blinked in shock at her question before slowly understanding what got her so spooked. She must be experiencing the aftershocks of the attack.
"Bad dream?" he guessed.
Stella's silence gave him the answer he needed.
He gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, listen to me. I promise you, I'll never let anything happen to you. He has to kill me in order to get to you," he said softly.
Her eyes widened at his response. "Are you serious?! Aren't you scared?!"
"Yes and yes. I'm scared that I'll fail but not of him," he replied firmly.
Stella looked down at her lap. "Don't say that please," she said and held up her hand when he looked like he was about to protest. "Promise me you won't do that," she asked. "I can't have that on my conscience."
Brandon frowned when she looked like she was to cry. "I can't do that," he assured her. "But I won't let anything happen to you, okay?" he softly said to her.
"How can you say that? We don't know that. We don't know anything," Stella sniffled.
"We don't," Brandon agreed while patting her bandaged head. "But you're letting him win by being like this. Even if he does go to jail, you're still letting a monster like him win."
Stella stared at her lap silently.
Brandon nudged her slightly to get her attention back up again. "Stop thinking about that," he protested.
"You're right," Stella sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Nah, it's all good. Get some sleep, okay? I'll see you later," he smiled while getting off the bed. Stella watched him leave, wishing that he'll come back. She felt so protected and safe in his arms even though he only hugged her from the side.
"Hey, Brandon?" she called. "Can you talk for a sec?"
Brandon turned around curiously. "Sure...?"
"Thanks," she smiled.
He chuckled before coming back to join her on the bed once more.
"Why would you say that you have to be killed first in order for him to get to me...?" Stella asked softly. "How can you say something like that?"
Brandon remained silent before looking ahead. "It's my job, isn't it?" he answered quietly with a deep frown.
"But I don't think that's the reason you're doing this," Stella countered, not for one second believing him.
He remained silent before breathing calmly. A long silence ensued. After a while, he spoke up. "I wanted to be in the department ever since I was in high school. That's what I did. I was trained well. I was one of the best in my batch," he told her. He didn't sound like a braggart like he probably normally would. "My first assignment was to infiltrate a mafia gang and get their intel. They found out at the last minute. In exchange for the pen drive I stole from them, they held a little girl's life hostage," he quietly told her while placing his head in his hands.
Stella's eyes widened at his story. "...What happened then...?" she asked anxiously.
"I did what they asked. I gave them the flash drive. They let the girl go...with a bullet attached in the middle of her chest," he whispered while pointing to the center of his own chest.
Stella gasped when she saw a tear fall from his eyes.
"She was only seven years old. She called me 'uncle' and cried for me to free her from the 'baddies'," he told her with a light sniffle. Another long silence ensued. "...That is why I do what I do."
"It's better to die than hold someone's death on your conscience," he told her softly.
Stella's eyes watered at the deep emotion in his eyes. He looked so upset and traumatized by the experience.
"I was so mad...I threw my gun away before killing all of them with my bare hands," he sniffled while putting his head between his hands. "It's against protocol for me to tell you this, but...I don't know. We always tell the public that no innocent soul dies on our hands. But that's not true. It's because of innocent souls like that little girl that pushes us forward."
"...B-Brandon...it's not your fault," Stella told him softly with tears in her eyes. The story was extremely moving. An innocent seven-year-old being brutally murdered for no reason at all is enough to bring anyone to tears.
"Maybe. But that doesn't make it any better," he breathed. "But you don't have to worry, Stella. I swear to you on my life that I'll never let anyone hurt you," he told her while glancing into her eyes.
Her bright, hazel-yellow eyes brimmed with a teary film that he instantly dabbed his eyes to remove the moisture. "I promise you that," he assured her that while giving her a short hug. But the hug prolonged into a longer one as they sat in each other's arms.
"You're a good guy. People like you shouldn't use the word 'die' so easily," she told him. "Life is precious and you'll never get another chance at it."
Brandon listened silently at her words of strength. He patted her injured head. "Get some sleep, Stella," he told her quietly before letting her go and standing up.
Without sparing her another glance, he left the room. He didn't want her to be around him in his moment of weakness.
Stella gazed at him sadly and sent a silent prayer and condolences to the little girl's family before switching off the lights.
Meanwhile, Brandon sat in the living room, pondering over that horrific night's events. He closed his eyes, trying not to remember a certain part of the assignment.
The incessant crying and wailing of a frightened child made him feel helpless as he begged the burly leader to let the baby go.
"Please! Let her go! It's me you want!" the brunette yelled, desperate to save the young girl at any cost.
"Give us the drive and take this brat," the leader smirked while cocking one of his guys to retrieve the memory drive.
Brandon's eyes locked with the little child's before he gently coaxed her. "Sweetheart, don't cry, okay? Do you like ice-cream? Shall we go for some later?" he asked. The young girl stared at him with big green, glassy eyes before nodding with a few sniffles. "I like strawberry, Uncle."
Brandon smiled at her through his own tears. "With a cherry on top," he sniffled.
"How cute," the leader snickered. Brandon watched as one of the guys approached him before holding out his hand. With a defeated sigh, the brunette ventured to his pocket before placing it in the center of the palm.
The guy went back and stood next to his leader before tossing the drive lazily back and forth between his costs.
"Please. I gave you what you want. Let her go," he pleaded.
"Sure," the leader smirked. He set the child down. She looked up at the gang leader innocently with unsure eyes. "Go on," he smirked.
Her eyes lit up hopefully before she turned to Brandon before her little legs started to run towards him. Brandon's eyes relaxed with relief as he bent on one knee before opening his arms, temporarily forgetting the danger he's in.
She ran as fast as she could. Awaiting her, Brandon missed the gun being aimed directly at the girl's back.
Brandon sniffled when he felt the little bundle of joy hit him. The child flung herself around Brandon in relieved tears and sniffles. "Unc-" she trailed off in a mixture of horror when she felt a sharp bolt of pain shoot through her back.
Brandon gasped in horror when he felt a jerk in his arms before a limping body hanging around. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as well but his adrenaline didn't let him see that.
"NOOOO!" he cried at the terror and horror on the child's face as she breathed her last in his arms.
Brandon opened his eyes slowly at the bitter pain. She was the first and only innocent soul he failed to save. After that, he hunted down each and every one of them to account for the girl's parents' immeasurable grief. He killed them all like a savage and dismissed it as 'self-defense'. It worked on paper, although no one believed it.
Some people just didn't deserve to live. They're only born to suck the good out of this world like an endless vacuum.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered into no one in particular before sitting in the living room like a rock.
Just like he always did whenever he thought about the child.
He breathed calmly. As a specialized agent, he was supposed to accept his past and forgive himself for his mistakes. But this was one mistake that he won't overlook.
He'll trade all of his achievements, success, medals, and other commendations for the life of that young child.
Anything. To. Get. Her. Back.
He stared dead ahead with no emotion in his unrecognizable brown pupils. He eyed the room that Stella was currently sleeping in.
He stood up before silently making his way over to her room. With a soft, inaudible click, he opened the door before halfway closing it, leaving room for him to escape later.
The room was dark with curtains drawn. The blonde slept calmly on her back, occasional soft breaths escaping from her lips. He tiptoed his way to her, just to get a view of her face for a sign of strength.
He stared down at her, her face somehow calming the storm inside of him.
"...You're a good guy..."
"Do you really think so?" he whispered before seating himself on the edge of the bed.
"...People like you shouldn't use the word 'die' so easily..."
Her gentle words echoed in his ears. He smiled down at her.
"...Life is precious..."
"I know," he whispered in reply before pulling up the covers slightly.
"...You'll never get another chance at it..."
"Such a clever girl," he chuckled humorously before gazing down at her fondly. "I don't know why I told you that. I guess...you're something special, aren't you?" he breathed.
He kept staring down at her, forgetting the obvious fact that he was a bodyguard while she was a victim.
But she didn't look like a victim. She seemed like an angel to him. Any girl would've peed in her pants but not this one. She still has time to joke and fight with other girls. He laughed softly while eyeing the bandages on her head and arm. He gently patted the area her wound resided under the white synthetic tissue before softly whispering her to get well.
"What am I doing?" he randomly asked himself but made no move to bolt out of here.
Somehow...he liked being here. Yeah...he really did.
Hey, he wasn't breaking any rules. Rule number one of being a bodyguard is to be as close to the victim as possible.
And...any closer than this would be highly inappropriate, he chuckled before continued to stare down at her with a fond, caring smile.
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Preview for the next chapter...
"Get me this Mitzi girl...we might have some use for her..." his lazy voice drawled while dripping slyly with deceit.
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"We have to move you. We'll send a note to your university. Until then, you are to remain within our custody," Saladin informed firmly.
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Anyone wants me to still update this?
Lol, I've been writing like two sentences every day and finally it's complete today! :P
A little disclaimer: I'm sorry if some of the things were not real? Like, I really don't know how cops and all of that work really work, so some conversations here might be off.
Hopefully, the next one WILL be updated faster...if anyone is still interested...? o.o