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Day 18: When the Truth Slips Out

Awkwardwas the perfect synonym to describe how I felt at that moment. Nothing at all felt right. Green eyes pierced into my brown ones, looking deep into my soul. What was it that he was thinking of, I could not answer. It had been at least six days since I had last seen those eyes and staring at them began to make me sick.

"What made you come back-the sudden urge to stalk me again?" I asked. "I don't think you understand, but I'm not you muse, dear."

He let out a very evil laugh. "Oh, I know."

"Then why did you bother coming back?"

"It's for me to know and for you to figure out."

We stood in a corner of the plaza, yet no one acknowledged our existence. The plaza could be considered abandoned, if you exclude some of the royal guards.

Anger surged through my veins as I stared the green-eyed boy down. I gave him an intimidating look, though it didn't affect him the least bit. It made him laugh, not cower in fear like he was supposed to.

"If you need to know, we must go to a quieter place."

I looked at him in disbelief. "The plaza's already a quit place; where else would you go?" He raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed. "Fine; we'll go someplace calmer. But if you try anything, you're going to lose an ear!"

"Out of all the body parts I could lose, why does it have to be an ear?" To answer his question, I grabbed one of his ears and pulled him out of the plaza, towards the jungle. The trip would have been faster-if he would have stopped complaining.

Once reaching the middle of the jungle, I released pressure on his ear, though I didn't let go. "Talk." I urged.

"Would you let go!" I added pressure to his ear. "Or you could just do that!"

I smiled. "Now, what was it you were going to tell me?" I said rather sweetly.

He glared at me. Then his features softened a bit. "Remember how I told you that you should thank me about a week ago?"

"What made you think I'd forget?" Was my response.

"Anyways, forget about all the times you thought your dad saved you. He and the King had no idea what to do when you jumped into the ocean during the middle of the storm. They thought that you had died at first. So no, your father was not the one to pull you out of the ocean." Blake explained.

"Neither was he the one to return you back to bed. You were to quick for him to catch up with you. He had actually considered letting you run away, and never expecting you to come back. He gave up on trying to keep you safe." I gave him a questionable look. Where exactly was he going with this?

"And the King was no help." He continued. "He was too lost in his own little world to realize what was going on with his friend. And the guards did't want anything to do with you. Every time you passed by them, they would allow you to injure yourself, not them."

"My point is that no one was there to return you home in one piece. No one except me."

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. It didn't make any sense. Nothing did. I couldn't grasp the concept that it was Blake who had been there for me when I went mad, not my very own family or friends.