Drabble:56
POV:If-I-tell-you-it'd-ruin-the-ending :p
When the two figures emerged from the damned house, walking past the ingoing guardians, I sighed in relief. She was safe…
He had a hand wrapped around her, guiding her as she trudged forward, a dazed look in her eyes. I watched as they walked to a black SUV, walking past the car the rest of us were in. This close up, I could see that one of her hand was knotted in his shirt, the other reaching around him, under his coat.
After depositing her in the backseat of the car, he kneeled beside her and spoke a few words. She had her eyes fixed on him, but it was apparent that she wasn't taking in much. When she nodded shakily to one of his queries, he retrieved a bag from the car's trunk. Wrapping a blanket around her, he cleaned her wounds and bandaged them before handing her a water bottle. Then, leaning forward, he cupped her cheeks. From my vantage, I couldn't make out much, except a 'you-did-good'. Then, surprising the daylights-out-of-me, he kissed her cheek before closing the door behind her, and walking towards the house, never looking back. He kissed her…
I quickly looked around to see if either of my companions had caught the interaction, but the blonde-boy was asleep and the dark-haired one had his head buried in his hands. I slumped in the window-seat and looked out, but my mind wasn't on the scenery or our nightmarish-ordeal anymore, it was on the girl-were we friends yet?- and the guy-her guy?-and what I knew of them….
In the aeroplane, he continued to sit beside her, brushing her dark hair, as he talked on the phone. As I studied them-how she leaned towards him, how his eyes perused her every few seconds-I found myself puzzling over them. Could it be something more was going on?
When he finally got up, murmuring a few more words to her, he handed her a juice-carton. When she didn't drink from it, he sighed and asked her to. She sipped perfunctorily, the dazed look still haunting her eyes. Sighing again, he disappeared to the back of the plane-where the guardians were-presumably to join in the discussion. But just before he disappeared, I saw a pained look cross his face momentarily. And that's when I knew…my eyes went back to the girl, feeling a sadness I'd never felt for her before, watching the girl fight the memories. He returned minutes later, a blanket clutched in his hands and a harried look on his face. But I stood up, blocking his way. "Don't", I said. "Give her some space. She won't cry in front of you, but she needs to."
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he mulled over my words. Cautiously, he extended the blanket to me, but his eyes were on her-his girl. "I know you've had your differences, but please….help her."
I felt near tears under his request, but nodding, clutched the blanket to my chest. I should've walked away then, but I had something more to add. "Guardian Belikov", I began softly. "You're a good man. But if you hurt her, you'll have some very pissed off brothers after you" I gestured towards Eddie and Christian, who were both asleep; ignoring the surprised look on his face. "Not to mention her mother. So, take care of her." I could've finished here, but I had one more thing to say. "And I'm sorry. Neither of you deserve this….I-I'm sorry."
Then, without meeting his glance, I moved towards Rose….poor, broken Rose. Even over the whirring noise of the plane, I heard his reply. "Thank you, Mia", he said, his voice tight with emotion.
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