A/N Wow....after a rewrite, this chapter came out SOOO much better! Thanx
to Kristi for telling me where the original sucked! My sis is officially
married too! Wow..Bond comes out next Friday!
I gently cradled his head, not knowing what to do. I wanted nothing more than to sit there, and hold him close forever. But at the same time, I wanted to scream at him, throw something at him, kick him out. But when I glanced down at him, my heart melted. He was so tender looking, so vunerable. I stroked what little hair he had, trying to soothe him as much as possible.
I looked over at John, and what he'd done to him. I knew he wanted me back, why else would he come searching for me? I felt sorry for him in a way, who knew what was running through that head of his? Who knew that he'd almost kill to get me back?
He propped himself up on a shaky arm, and slowly sat him. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, trying hard to calm down. He took a few deep breaths and ran a hand down his face. "Are you alright?" I asked him. I may not have shown it, I may not have wanted to go back to him, but I still did care about him. He was my brother after all.
"I will be." He said raggedly. I wanted nothing more than wrap my arms and hold him in a tight embrace and tell him everything was going to be just fine. But I'd be a hypocrite. He looked like such a little child, so open, so meek and mild, all I wanted to do was protect him from everything.
He lifted his head up and stared deep into my eyes. I tried to search his expression for any clue of what he was doing, but I couldn't find any. "Magenta," he started, and his voice almost cracked as he said my name. had he even said my name since I'd left? From the way he said it, it sounded like he hadn't.
"Magenta, I need you. Come back with me, please. Forget about this, forget about John, and come with me" I was shell shocked. Did he really expect me to leave my life to go back to him? I looked deep into his eyes, his wonderful hazel eyes, now red rimmed from the tears he'd been crying, trying to find out how much he meant it. I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "Please, Magenta, I need you so much. It's been hell since you left." He paused, and took another deep breath.
Did he really mean what he was saying? Did he really need me as much as he claimed? He looked like he'd been through hell. I pitied him. But I also pitied myself. I was starting to crumble, starting to crack. I was starting to think about going back to him. It was then that he drove the final blow. "Please, Magenta, I love you." Those words, those three simple words, held so much meaning.
I gently cradled his head, not knowing what to do. I wanted nothing more than to sit there, and hold him close forever. But at the same time, I wanted to scream at him, throw something at him, kick him out. But when I glanced down at him, my heart melted. He was so tender looking, so vunerable. I stroked what little hair he had, trying to soothe him as much as possible.
I looked over at John, and what he'd done to him. I knew he wanted me back, why else would he come searching for me? I felt sorry for him in a way, who knew what was running through that head of his? Who knew that he'd almost kill to get me back?
He propped himself up on a shaky arm, and slowly sat him. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, trying hard to calm down. He took a few deep breaths and ran a hand down his face. "Are you alright?" I asked him. I may not have shown it, I may not have wanted to go back to him, but I still did care about him. He was my brother after all.
"I will be." He said raggedly. I wanted nothing more than wrap my arms and hold him in a tight embrace and tell him everything was going to be just fine. But I'd be a hypocrite. He looked like such a little child, so open, so meek and mild, all I wanted to do was protect him from everything.
He lifted his head up and stared deep into my eyes. I tried to search his expression for any clue of what he was doing, but I couldn't find any. "Magenta," he started, and his voice almost cracked as he said my name. had he even said my name since I'd left? From the way he said it, it sounded like he hadn't.
"Magenta, I need you. Come back with me, please. Forget about this, forget about John, and come with me" I was shell shocked. Did he really expect me to leave my life to go back to him? I looked deep into his eyes, his wonderful hazel eyes, now red rimmed from the tears he'd been crying, trying to find out how much he meant it. I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "Please, Magenta, I need you so much. It's been hell since you left." He paused, and took another deep breath.
Did he really mean what he was saying? Did he really need me as much as he claimed? He looked like he'd been through hell. I pitied him. But I also pitied myself. I was starting to crumble, starting to crack. I was starting to think about going back to him. It was then that he drove the final blow. "Please, Magenta, I love you." Those words, those three simple words, held so much meaning.