Part 7: Why Won't You Let Me Protect You?
Freak's in a bad mood, and I'm the cause.
It all started when I, as Dexter Douglas, got kidnapped by the Lobe. The big-brained man hadn't meant to physically harm me, but his goons hadn't been that gentle. I could feel the bruises start to appear on my arms, and one particularly nasty one marred my neck; I had tried to run, but the goon caught me.
The moment that Lobe left, Freak and I changed places, more or less against my will.
He was so angry again, and he decided to take that out on the people who hurt me. I've never seen him get so violent with one of the villains or their henchmen. It scared me…
"Freakazoid!" Lobe cried. "What's gotten into you?!"
His eyes narrowed even further, obstructing my view of the outside world. "Your goons hurt something that's precious to me."
"Please don't hurt me! I'm sure it was an accident!"
I was yelling at Freak to stop, and after a moment, he does, his anger receding like he'd suddenly developed bipolar disorder. "You owe him one, Lobe. If he didn't hate the idea of me stooping to your level, I might have killed you without a second thought." He drops the scientist and starts to leave. "However, if you ever kidnap, Dexter Douglas again, I will not hesitate to kill you."
The moment he comes into the room, I throw myself at him, and he effort catches me before I can fall and hurt myself. "Why did you stop me?"
I thump his chest with my hand, a scowl working its way onto my face. "You can't do that, Freak! I know you hate it when people hurt me, but you can't solve my problems with violence!"
He sighs and laces his fingers with mine to pull it away from his chest before I can hit him again. "Why won't you let me protect you, Dex?"
I squeeze his hand tighter and offer up a weak smile. "Because you don't have to protect me from everything. I'm not that fragile."
"But they hurt you."
"I've been hurt before, and I'm still here." His eyes darken. "Thank you though…"
"For what?"
"Coming to my rescue like always…"