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My sincere apologies for delaying this chapter, I hope the length of this chapter will satisfy my wonderful readers.
Chapter 8
I really was not a good runner. Heck, I never was a good runner EVER! Why I thought it was a good idea; I don't know. And yet for some insane incomprehensible reason I decided to run the moment I saw him, but that wasn't the worst of my self-destructive spontaneous decision.
Yes there is more; First off, I have never heard of a human being to ever out run a Porsche, so what was I really trying to accomplish? Again, I don't know really, other then the fact that he scared the life out of me and I wanted to disappear from the scene ASAP! Secondly I ran in the complete opposite direction! Instead of running back to the school where there were people around and shelter, I ran in the direction of the lovely forest slash park that surrounded my school! Seriously the odds were against me!
The minute I ran past his car, the first thing I heard was the passenger side door close and the quick acceleration of his car along with the dreadful screeching sound of tires that accompanied it. I didn't turn to see which way or how fast he was coming because honestly I really didn't want to waste a mila-second of time on something that really wouldn't make a difference. Obviously he was following me and what I really needed to concentrate on was a way to figure out the best way to GET away!
Heedlessly I ran towards the park, not once thinking that there was easy access for a car especially a Porsche. A small car like that would easily drive along the wide pathway. Panting and gasping for air as I ran was kind of blurring my vision. Not to mention my back pack heavy with text books slamming into my lower back as I ran. I was winded already and unfortunately I still had a ways to go before I would be able to reach home.
I still had to go thru a small part of a forest. And that's when it hit me; if I made it to the forest he couldn't reach me. He would have to get out of his car.
Still running I looked back to check and see how far he was behind me. I probably shouldn't have looked because seeing him still following me brought another new wave of panic! The feeling was one where I should have recognized and not given into, like when someone is afraid of heights and they have to cross a bridge from one cliff to another; they always say "don't look down" cause while still a bit ignorant you probably will make it across a lot sooner than if you do look down.
Well Mr. Levine in his black Porsche was my cliff. And seeing him through the windshield of his car, with his black mask made my ignorance flee and faced me with a reality I wish never existed. My adrenaline pumping, heart pounding and breaths coming in quicker than it should, distracted me to the point where my own negligence brought me down hard.
I never saw it coming. There was no way for me to have known it was there. Sometimes I think even if I was facing forward and watching where I was going, I probably would have tripped over that dammed little piece of twig.
Yes, I fell. As embarrassing as it is to say it, I actually tripped on a small piece of twig.
How, you may ask? Simple really, the stupid twig had a sharp point that I had directly stepped on, which obviously prompted my legs to collide with one another in an odd jump which led to my downfall as we know it. And boy did I fall. I don't think I have ever had a fall like that before.
I fell down in an utmost dreadful manner. Hands flailing about up in the air, back pack gaining momentum by gravity to slam my back as soon as I fall, and head still turned to the side; I fell and skidded the pavement while managing to give my head a good bump on the edge of the walkway. If only I had been a couple inches to the left I would have hit grass, but as always my luck had run out.
The second I hit the ground I felt pain explode throughout my body and my vision blurred. More like beginning to blacken, not only o the fact that I hit my head on pavement but also to the burning sensation on my arms, especially my left arm, it felt like it was on fire! I guess all my weight came down on my poor left arm and it took the worst of the fall.
"CHRISTINE!! YOU OKAY!!!" Someone yelled my name.
Though my head was pounding, I was able to lift my head and see who it was and to my utter surprise and relieve, I saw Sam running towards me just as the black Porsche drove past me with a very angry looking Erik. A look that promised me that this was only a brief reprieve from the control and obedience he required of me.
"Christine, are you alright?" Sam crouched down beside me as he started taking my back pack off. I whimpered when he accidently touched my arm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it worse, my God Christine what where you running from?" The look of concern on his face was so sweet. That it almost made my fall worth it.
"I…I thought someone was following me." There I said it. I had to let someone know and who better then my knight in shining armor.
His repeated what I said "Someone was following you?" he paused for another second as he stared at the direction the Porsche had left. "Was it that black Porsche that drove past as you fell?
Bingo!
"Yes" I croaked out. I needed to tell someone and since he saw him might as well tell the truth.
"Did you see who in the car?"
I was about to tell him but fear stopped me again. What if Erik came after Sam. Every word that my cousin had said popped back into my mind, about how powerful he is. And if the incident of seeing him in my principal's office today was any indication of that then I probably should keep my mouth shut. Or else poor Sam might end up paying the price.
"No, maybe I just panicked." I lied. If this was the only way I could protect him then I would continue to lie for as long as it took.
He nodded and just continued to look at my injuries with much concern. If he had any doubts in his mind of my answer he never verbally expressed them.
The pain was beginning to get worse not only was I bleeding from my elbow and knee but my head was pounding like crazy. I really didn't think I could walk let alone get up at the moment.
As if reading my mind he literally picked me up into his embrace and began walking back in the direction of the school.
"Sam you don't have to carry me I ca-"I tried to keep my dignity but he wouldn't have any of it.
"Christine you can't walk, and there is no way I'm going to let you attempt it. From the looks of it that nasty red mark on the side of your head tells me you knocked your head pretty hard on that pavement."
I flinched as he said the word pavement. Yes my head was pounding like crazy and being reminded of the assailant was not making it any better.
He cradled me closer to his muscled chest and I leaned into him happy to oblige my rescuer. I inhaled deeply, and took in the wonderful smell that was all charm and Eternity. He was my distraction that I so needed. He was my normalcy in a world that was dragging me into chaos. Why he came at the time he did, I don't know but the memories he gave will last me forever.
"Christine, you with me?" he asked with worry in is voice.
Coming out of my thoughts I answered faintly "Yeah, sorry I was just closing my eyes for a moment." And dreaming of you!
"Don't fall asleep sweetie, that's the worst thing you can do after a head trauma."
I really had head trauma because I just heard him call me Sweetie! He called me sweetie! This whole day was a lot to handle but it was beginning to be worth it.
We reached the school and he took me directly to the nurse's room and gently set me down on the exam table. "Don't move and don't fall asleep, let me go find the nurse." He said as he ran off in search of the nurse.
As I lay there thinking about how his concern set butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I lost all grip on reality. That was the magic and charm of Sam. He gave off this sense of male protectiveness that made you feel safe and secure whenever he was around. Like whatever happened there was always a way out and he would be there to make sure to guide you through it. And as I wrapped that comfort of protection that Sam offered like a warm blanket, I forgot that there was nothing that could keep him away from me. And I didn't feel the air become a bit colder and my bodies' instinctual alarm go off, as goose bumps formed all over.
"Payment of your disobedience will be taken without mercy." The heart stopping eerie voice of Erik whispered in my ear. I jerked quickly to the left looking thinking I would see him there, but as I looked around the room he was nowhere to be found.
I shivered involuntarily as his words sank in. What made me think I would be safe? Especially here in my school that he owns. I was in his playground.
My head thumping with pain due to my quick motion, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, willing the pain to go away. I needed to be on alert.
"Escape me once, but escape me twice Christine…." A chilling yet masculine laugh echoed all around "and you will find more than kisses to blush about."
"Leave me alone….please." Anxiety kicked in and my voice came out strangled.
"You are mine Christine, accept it or be broken by it."
I broke out in a cold sweat at his last words, but didn't have time to dwell on it, for Sam was back with the nurse.
The nurse, Mrs. Moore took one look at me and began her motherly assessment. "Oh, honey! You look awful. What were you doing?" She quickly put on some medical gloves and grabbed some cotton swabs along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and began cleaning my wounds.
Sam was watching me from the doorway with concern and it made my heart break in two.
"Ohhh my, look at this bump on your head, we better get an ice pack on that right away!" she got up and opened a drawer with one of those pop and it freezes ice packs and placed it on my head.
"Now tell me how in the world, you got all bruised up honey."
Before I could contemplate what to say Sam answered for me.
"She was being followed by a car." He said as he continued to look at me.
A look of shock reached Mrs. Moore's face "You were being followed! Oh my, we have to call the police!"
My eyes grew wide and I was just about to object when the phone rang. Mrs. Moore got up and answered it by the second ring.
"Don't be scared Christine, tell her the truth." Sam urged.
I smiled a little thinking I could play it off by saying it was all in my imagination "I could be mistaken; maybe I wasn't being followed at all."
He scowled at my remark but didn't have a chance to respond for Mrs. Moore came back to tend to my wounds and said something that confirmed that I said the right thing to protect Sam.
She turned around towards Sam and said sternly "Thank you Sam for bringing her but you can go now, she will be well taken care of."
"I can wait and take her home, I don't wan-"
"That won't be necessary Sam her ride will be waiting for her as soon as I am done tending her wounds, now go before you're late for practice." Her voice left no room for argument and basically sealed my fate.
With an expression of defeat he left with a goodbye and I was left with a nurse that fussed over every little scratch, making sure to disinfect and bandage. I already knew she was following orders given to her by Erik. Why else would her demeanor change so drastically after the phone call, and basically ordering Sam to leave with not so much as a chance for him to protest?
It was him, and if I had any doubts, they were vanished by the sight of the extra long black limo that awaited me at the end of the stairs at the front of the school.
Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out but life has decided to not give me a moment of downtime so I could write. Hope you all liked this chapter and please R&R! thank you!!!
