Chapter 11
So, sorry. For all the dramatics, I mean. And, the whole thing about us not being cared about? I'm over it. Seriously.
Okay, not really. I meant what I said, but I'm sitting here bored as ever, in this stinky, empty round Twoleg thing, thinking about how I really thought too hard about all that. You'll see why, but let's back up a little.
To last night.
"I-I'm sorry Scourge..."
When I said that, Scourge looked at me like I'd grown a second head. Nervous, I meowed, "What?"
His gaze quickly darted to the floor. "Nothing."
"Well we aren't that different. I told you, like- my life story the first time we met."
He nodded, took a deep breath, and sighed. Then out of nowhere, he asked, "What's your biggest fear?"
"My biggest fear?"
I took a second to think for a moment, then replied, "That no one will ever care enough to get close to me. I- I mean that in a... a personal way."
If a cat could've blushed, I would have.
"B-but thats not all I mean, I mean- I don't know. I just- want to be cared for and to not screw up. I want to be perfect for someone without trying so hard."
We had one of our famous awkward silences.
He stood up and meowed, "Would it be strange to tell you you already are?"
What?
He looked me dead in the eye, waiting for me to say something. His icy eyes seemed to burn into my soul- but we all know that isn't out of the ordinary.
After forever and a day, he sighed and shut his eyes. Then he looked to me again, and meowed seriously, "You don't get it do you?"
I felt like was on the defensive now, "No, what?"
"Beechpaw, I love you. I really do"
Deep breath.
"Ever since I saw you by the fence, I couldn't get you off my mind. I- I just don't know. You're all I think about, you're all I care about. I can't believe you feel as though no one cares about you."
I really, honestly couldn't say anything to that. I mean, what would you do? So, instead of saying something, I leaned into his shoulder and took a deep breath. His scent was laced with the fresh kill we'd eaten, but below it was a musky, strong smell. I knew I could trust him with my life.
So there you have it, my relationship with a blood thirsty killer!
Oh, but don't worry- it doesn't end there.