Okay, something is seriously wrong with my hand. I can even operate my mouse without it hurting, and this is after taking 2 extra strength Tylenol, so if an update doesn't come for a while, don't be surprised. I may only be able to type with one hand, and trust me, that is a pain.

Chapter one

"Oh…..Why haven't you gotten help?"

"The last person who tried to help got hurt."

Chapter Two- I Don't Want To Be Saved!

"What do you mean?"

I sighed. This wasn't something I wanted to talk about, but maybe if he heard the story he'd catch on and leave me alone.

'Two years ago, one of my friends found out. They decided to help me escape. We had everything worked out, but then, my dad caught on.

He threatened my friend's life and family. He said if they didn't disappear, he would make them.

I was terrified. I didn't want my friend to be hurt, so I broke off our friendship. She moved away a little while later. I haven't talked to her since."

"Hmm."

After that, we sat in silence till the end of the period. When the bell rang, I packed my bag and got my crutches under me so I could start on my long trek home. I was surprised when a hand on my shoulder held me back.

"You're not going to go back there. You can stay with me."

I froze. Was he crazy? Had he not heard what I had just said? I guess not. Maybe I should try gain. I turned to face him.

"Look, I appreciate you desire to help, but you'll only get hurt, and I don't want that on my conscience, so leave me alone."

He didn't respond to my little rant, so I turned from him and began to hobble down the hall.

Suddenly, he was infront of me.

He gave me a strange look. Then he took my crutches from me, and picked me up, bridal style. I was shocked.

"Wait! What are you doing? Put me down!"

"I hate going slow."

"What do you mean? Where are you taking me?" Surprisingly, despite my yelling, he remained calm.

"I already told you where we are going, now be quiet, you're yelling is making my head hurt."

When we reached his car, he opened the side door and slid me onto the seat. He then walked around and got in on the other side.

I was surprised, when he turned onto the road that led to my house. I shot him a questioning glance.

"You'll need clothes."

Damn! He was really going to insist on this, wasn't he? Heck why do I care so much anyway? It's his life that is going to end up being screwed. Mine already is anyways. It's not like I asked for his help. I don't want his help, but he won't listen.

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He went with me into my house and helped me pack up. He then carried the large suitcases down stairs and threw them into his car.

I turned to look at my house one last time. I was actually leaving, but why with him? Why was he helping me? Before we continued, I needed to know.

As he helped me into car, I grabbed his arm. This caused him to stop and look directly at me.

When our eyes met, I momentarily forget how to speak. My questions all got stuck in my throat. I became very aware of just how close our faces were. Then, finally, I managed to regain enough sense to ask my question.

"Why are you helping me?"

He did not respond at first. Instead, he reached forward and brushed away some of the hair that had fallen into my face. Then he pulled back, freeing me from my trance. His answer was one quiet word as he pulled away.

"Because."

We drove to house in silence.

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Hmm, not sure what to think of this, I think it needs more fluff, but I don't want to rush it too much. Must be careful. As my health teacher would say, "Everything is better in moderation."