A/N: Hi there, this is my first One Tree Hill story and I am not sure if it's good or not. I haven't written in AGES and I think my brain is a little rusty so if you guys could PLEASE let me know what you think. Its just a small two parter so there is one part after this.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the characters, settings or any of the elements of the television show One Tree Hill. Those rights belong to the amazing Mark Schwann and those lovely people at The C.W.
Royal Kryptonite
Chapter 1
He had tried to love her back in the way that she wanted, the way that she needed. But she had pushed him away, too afraid to trust him, to trust herself. He sat back and licked his wounds and she ran away, too scared to face the tangled web she had weaved.
She got mistaken as a cold hearted bitch for the way she acted, but she wasn't. She was just scared. Scared of giving away the only thing that was truly hers, the thing that hurt the most to break, the thing she was scared couldn't be pieced back together again.
It was an age old story; boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl likes boy, boy hooks up with girl, boy has fun with her, girl's heart gets broken. She was determined not to be that girl, not again, not ever. That's what her mind told her every time she subconsciously started twisting the ring that would ordinarily occupy the blank space on her left ring finger but for the moment steadfastly appeared on her right.
Her heart willed her to call him, tell him she was wrong, that she missed him, that she ached for him, that her bed felt like the Sahara and he was the mirage of water that disappeared every time she woke up. But her brain persuaded her not to. It told her she was stronger then that, that she didn't need a male to survive. That she was special, invincible, that no one would bring her down.
No one that is except Him, he was her weakness, her kryptonite and she knew she was his. She knew he found it impossible to say no to her, that if she allowed him, he would answer her every beck and call. She was his princess, his queen and he was determined to treat her with the respect he deemed that she deserved, but he was wrong. She may be a queen but an ice one. One ready to run her kingdom into turmoil.
She had treated him so badly, scared that he might abuse the power she had given him, the power over her no one else possessed. She didn't deserve any of it, it had basically been handed to her on a platter.
She felt like a whore. Like she had sold her soul and was in cohorts with the devil. She wanted to go, to move on, to go forward with her life, to leave the past behind. But she couldn't. She couldn't accept the change; it was too drastic, too different. It felt wrong.
She had tried to talk herself out of loving him, but she couldn't. It took too much energy, energy she didn't have to spare. Energy she needed to eat, to sleep, to get up in the morning. To hold herself back from rushing back to the warm cavern of his arms, where her heart told her she belonged.
She wanted to be safe, not to be a victim or a predator, just to be safe. To be protected, to feel at home, to be the person she was, not just the one she was expected to be.
She wanted to know if he had moved on, found someone new but her heart knew he hadn't. She knew that he was waiting ever patiently for her to return to him. For her to go back to him.