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"Hey..." a feminine voice whispered, and I parted my lashes, gazing up to find my mom hovering over me.
I smiled lazily, turning over in my bed. "Hi, mom... Did you just get home?"
She nodded; lips pressed into a thin line. "You were having a nightmare. You okay, Sweetheart?"
I nodded as well, letting out a long, extended yawn. "Yeah... a lot's been happening, so I'm kind of on edge."
She sat on the bed next to me. "What's been happening?"
I stared for a moment, and then exhaled a low chuckle. "Oh, nothing... Just... on edge."
"You sound nervous," she commented, brushing my hair away from my eyes. "What happened while I was gone?"
I parted my lips, then sighed and shook my head. "Nothing much."
Mom just stared down at me. "You've been on edge, like you said. Why?"
I sighed and closed my eyes tightly. "I'm just... getting over stuff."
"What stuff?" she asked me, but suddenly paused.
I watched her curiously, but my heart stilled when I realized she was staring at the bandage on my neck.
"Skye..." she said slowly.
"Bullies," I answered too quickly. "Bullies. They... cut me."
"On your neck?" she asked me, gazing up.
I watched her eyes harden, and I tried to calm her down. "Uhm... yeah. While you were gone, one grabbed me by my neck, and you know... cut me. So, I just beat the shit out of them."
She blinked. "You did?"
I nodded, knowing I was lying through my teeth, but for some reason couldn't tell the truth. "Yeah... I punched one in the stomach, the other in the face. They ran off like terrified puppies."
Mom smiled then, leaning back up. "I told you those martial arts classes were worth something."
I nodded.
"Well..." she said then, searching me carefully, "do I need to talk to the school?"
I shook my head. "No, they're terrified of me now."
She just nodded. "Okay. Well... did you get it checked out?"
"Yeah," I lied again, "Neveah's dad checked me out and he said I was fine."
"The nurse?" mom asked me.
I nodded.
"Okay," she replied then, patting my head. "Well, just get some rest, okay?"
I snuggled up with my pillow. "Okay." I sighed then. "Uhm.. mom?"
"Yes?" She searched me thoughtfully.
"Please, don't tell dad," I asked her. "I don't want him to end up in jail."
She chuckled. "Okay, Honey. Talk to me more, okay?"
I nodded.
"I mean that." She booped my nose. "I told you to call me over the time I was gone, and you didn't."
"I got busy." I smiled.
She shifted her position. "I can tell." She stood then, smiling softly. "Good night, Honey."
"Night," I said as she walked out from the room.
The moment I shifted back over to my side, lashes fluttering shut when she closed the door, I heard a creak—a sudden draft entering the room—and I parted my lashes, looking around curiously.
But some form slipped in bed behind me, and I stilled.
I threw myself over, gasping when my eyes met his shadow lying on the bed beside me.
"Hey," Sebastian said, smirking, "lying to your mother again, Kiki?"
I only thinned my lips, glaring at him. "Get out of my room."
He remained in place.
I gritted my teeth. "I said, get out."
He only shuffled closer. "On one condition."
I arched a brow in question.
"You let me see the bruise," he told me, smirking still. "Let me see it, and then I'll leave."
I sighed, rolling my eyes as I relaxed into the bed. "Promise?"
"Cross my heart," he told me.
"Fine," I said, gazing up at him.
He smiled in satisfaction, but just nodded toward me. "Roll onto your back."
My brows arched.
He smirked. "Do it."
I only sighed, listening and sliding over onto my back, and he just propped himself up on his elbow, hovering over me.
I stared up at him as he pulled my hair away from my neck, sliding it gently onto the bed under me, and I just blinked and hazily, watching him.
Sebastian just slid his thumbs under the bandage, gently undoing it as I winced at the slight pain.
But he just lowered the edges to the bed, exposing the big, red bruise that I felt pulsing under my skin.
"Yeah..." he said, sighing. "Thought so." He gazed up at me. "Hold on a second, okay?"
I nodded numbly—tranced for some reason—and he just leaned away and caught something on my nightstand.
When he leaned back, he had a bottle of ointment in his hand, and he just smiled at me gently while he spread a glob onto his finger.
"It'll sting," he told me, and I blinked. "Not the ointment," he promised, "the touch will sting."
I nodded, dazed as he leaned back over me and spread the ointment along the bruise on my neck.
I sucked in a breath at the light burn, but he was gentle enough to only caused a mild pain.
But when he pulled away, I parted my lashes and gazed up at him, watching his neutral expression as he wrapped the bandage back around my neck.
"Alright," he said then, groaning slightly as he sat up. "I'll go."
But I just caught his arm, and he stilled, gazing back down at me.
"What?" he said, brows arching.
"It's dark," I said to him.
He blinked. "Okay, and?"
"You..." I whispered, "your eyes have the specks in them."
He stared down at me, shaking his head. "And that's... what?"
"The man who attacked me that night," I explained to him, lips parting. "He looked like you, and it was dark..." I gazed back up, "he didn't have the specks in his eyes."
Sebastian smiled then. "Having second thoughts about me?"
"You're... not him," I told him.
He tipped his head to the side. "And, what?"
I just scooted toward him, and his brows arched as I pushed him so he rolled onto his back.
"What are you doing?" he questioned me.
I just shook my head, resting my cheek on his chest. "Leave me alone."
He popped his lips. "You're telling me to leave you alone, and then you decide to cuddle with me?"
"Leave me alone," I told him again, relaxing into his form. "You're not allowed in my room, understand?"
I felt him smirking, and he just rolled closer to me, wrapping his arms around my form.
I smiled when he started rubbing my back.
"Alright," he whispered. "I'll leave you alone. I'm not here." And he leaned forward to whisper, "No one has to know."
I snuggled closer, and he just set his cheek on my head, continuing to rub my back.
I didn't know what I was allowing him to do...
But I wasn't sure if I cared right now.
The moment he started patching my neck up, I saw a softness in his eyes that I never knew, so I thought that...
Maybe, just maybe, he could hold me tonight...
And I'd feel safe.
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