My second chapter, here it goes. Enjoy!

Jonathon lazily opened his eyes, for a second he thought he was dreaming as he stared up at the cracked rickety roof, sunshine crept through the cracks. Suddenly all the events of last night came rushing back to him, he quickly became alert and abruptly sat up and looked around, then pain shot up his back, he looked and winced at the reminder. He quickly noticed that he was shirtless and lying on an old mattress, that had first aid stuff and bloody bandages surround it, and that an old blanket was loosely thrown across him.

A voice from the other side of the room appeared, "You may not want to move, your wounds haven't healed at all yet."

The being slowly stepped out of the darkness. It was the girl who bumped into him, that girl that was worried about him, but her hair was no longer wet. His eyes stared at her joyless blue ones for a moment and he felt something tugging at him inside, that made him want to hold her and say he'd take care of her... pity, he quickly shook it off and stood up, not caring about the pain. His eyes darted around the room.

'Were am I?" He demanded

She was thrown by his accent but answered as calmly as possible, " my safe house."

(Like that made so much sense to him.) He quickly noticed her heavenly Australian accent (not that an Australian accent has ever been described as heavenly before.).

He refocused and looked at her sternly, "What happened? How did you get me here?"

Still quite calm, " You passed out, I noticed your wounds so I carried you here and cleaned you up, although whatever is in you wounds won't seem to come out."

He winced again at the thought of the demon metal and then looked at her in disbelief, "You? You carried me?"

"We'll partly carried, partly dragged, shoved and I dropped you like six times." She said with defensive humour.

Sarcastically, "because it's so comforting to know I was dropped six time."

"Hey! I said 'like six' it could have been seven or eight." She slightly grinned, but still nothing in her eyes.

Jonathon rolled his eyes frustrated.

They were both silent for a moment, just looking at each other,

Softly and cautiously the girl asked, "So... Who... Who whipped you?"

His mind flashed back to his father the other night and cringed at the memory.

'Father!' he thought, ' he'll be angry I'm gone, this is not good!'

He stormed past the girl, she quickly grabbed his arm to ask where he was going but he reflexively pushed her, with more force than he'd like, to the ground. She clutched at her chest in as she was winded from the push, her eyes started to water from the pain, she looked at him as if remembering some horrible past experience. He stared at her, shocked at what he had done, as he was staring at her he noticed the her black eye and the fading bruise on her cheek. He knew he didn't do it but felt guilty for some reason because he didn't protect her from who ever did do it. What was he thinking! He darted out of the rickety house and ran, he didn't comprehend where he was going, just that he had to get away from the pain he cause her.

...

He was standing at the gate to the anchorage, which the apartment stood. He jumped our the gate and stormed towards the apparent in frustration.

'Why do I feel guilty! I'm NOT meant to feel guilty! I'm not meat to FEEL! I'm soulless according to father. Why can't I get that blue eyed blondy out of my head! She's not even Hot! She average, not even that!'

He walked into the apartment and looked around curiously.

"Father!" He called

No answer.

'Good.' he thought, 'he's not home yet.'

Johnathon quickly went to the kitchen and cleaned up the smashed fruit bowl from the other night. All the same thought running through his head like a broken record. He went up to his room and took a shower, trying to wash away the memory of her. When he got out he shrugged on a pair of boxers and flopped on the bed in exhaustion, ignoring the pain in his back. He closed his eyes to sleep but all he saw was those empty blue eyes and sunshine hair, two things that shouldn't fit so perfectly together...

'what's wrong with me?' He thought as he rolled over trying to escape the grasp she had on his mind.

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