《Her, To Home》 Chapter 01 ***** The Start Oh, but don¡¯t you know, I fought, I lost, was scared for what? See, with your eyes, heart, It was you, the wound, scars and blood, Hear, I¡¯m calling out, Don¡¯t block me, I¡¯ll shout more loud, Oh, don¡¯t you know, My breath, my heart was taken away, Without my knowing, stolen from days, It was you, the thief who left me on bay, I¡¯m begging, on my knees, Stop, don¡¯t move, don¡¯t dare to leave, Oh, don¡¯t you know, My pride, lust and everyst breath, I give it up, block it out, It was you I wanted, till life and even after death,Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org. I¡¯m fighting, bleeding free, Don¡¯t go, who else will help me heal? Prologue He was breathing hard, the gun his hands was holding was covered with sweat, his heart racing but the reason was not fear, never fear. His fear was bigger, worse, darker but he knew how to protect it, keep it out of sight. He had kept it out of sight, it was the reason he was fighting. He had to fight. He was protecting his fear. He leaned against the wooden crate, closed his eyes and took few calming breaths, drowning the noise around, the smell of blood in the air was making it hard but he had managed, he brought the fear back in his thoughts and it was enough, enough to give him thesting breaths he needed, give him the sense of calmness, peace to ignore the pain in his abdomen ande in sight of the death which awaits him. He opened his eyes and came out of hide to walk in the fight again. Around himy his own men and his men, dead, bleeding, injured but he only had eyes for one person; the blond manughing as he shoot without a heart in his chest. He knew he had few seconds, to end his own fate or the blond man¡¯s. His wasn¡¯t a choice, he had a fear to protect. He aimed his gun right at the blond man¡¯s head whose eyes met his own a second toote before hisugh stuck in his throat and he dropped on the bloodied floor. The silence which followed bothered him and yet it was the signal that the fight had ended, he had won. Around him, his men cheered and start dragging the dead man¡¯s men under. Yes, they had won but the victory they had was nothingpare to what it meant for him. To them it meant sleeping without the fear of being awake in the middle of night because of an attack, being able to walk freely, women, drinking, freedom. To his, it meant only one thing. As he walked outside the warehouse, his cell already in hand, the cold night warm against his skin, he called the number he have not called for two years. ¡°Hello?¡± A sleepy male voice answered. ¡°I¡¯ming home.¡± He said. ¡°Shit!¡± ***** ¡°Sara, June is here.¡± Her mother shouted from downstairs. Sara smiled to herself as she raced down the stairs and into the kitchen where the sight of her mother greeted her. She gave a side grin to her mother as she red at her daughter who waste, as usual. ¡°June is not your driver, you should have been ready already.¡± He mother said. ¡°You know, we won¡¯t have to have this conversation every morning if you woul¡ª-¡± ¡°One more word Sara O¡¯Brian and I will make sure you walk home from now on.¡± ¡°Of course mother, since we are so poor and the two cars standing in the gar¡ª¨C¡± ¡°Sara O¡¯Brian!¡± Her mother ran after as as she herselfughed as she quickly grabbed a green apple and made a run for the front door but her mother was on her heels. She opened the door and quickly made a run to the silver Volvo standing in her driveway in which her friend was already sitting, grinning at the sight of Sara and her mother. Sara quickly got into a car and after closed the door, shouted, ¡°Step on it!¡± Whileughing. As June drove away, Sara stuck her tongue out on her mother who was still standing on the front door, her arms crossed on her chest but a grin on her face as she saw her daughter. ¡°I wonder when she will give up.¡± June said while grinning at her friend who was going through her bag for something. ¡°Ah ha!¡± Sara said excitedly as she pulled out her i-Pod, which by some amazement still survived after three years of living with Sara. ¡°No wonder your mum is not in favor of giving you a car.¡± June said with augh. ¡°What is that suppose to mean?¡± Sara asked absentmindedly while removing a piece of y dough from her i-Pod. ¡°Exactly.¡± June couldn¡¯t help butugh. Sara ignored her friend as she put the headphones in her ears and hit the switched it on, only to find the battery dead. She cursed under her breath and threw it back into her bag, making June grin in her seat. ¡°You did the English test right?¡± June asked when they pulled into the school parking. ¡°Duh, the quiz was pretty obvious.¡± Sara said as she got out of the car. ¡°Quiz? What quiz?¡± ¡°Lesson five quiz.¡± ¡°Sara.¡± ¡°Yeah?¡± ¡°The test was of lesson seven and it was an essay, not quiz.¡± Silence While looking at the frozen posture of her friend, June couldn¡¯t help it. She startedughing, loudly. She knew she shouldn¡¯t have but it was something that happen everyday, literally. Even if June text Sara the details, Sara always managed to get it wrong, always. It was not that she wasn¡¯t smart because she was, hell she was sure she will get the one of the highest marks today, it was just, she forgets, a lot. When she calmed down, she saw Sara ring at her with her arms crossed on her chest and her one foot tapping. ¡°This is your fault!¡± She used her. ¡°How the hell is that my fault?!¡± June demanded while grinning. ¡°You texted me!¡± ¡°I remember texting you about the essay test which was of lesson seven. If you don¡¯t believe me then I can show you the text.¡± ¡°Not that text!¡± ¡°Then which one?¡± June asked in confusing, going back in her mind to remember what else she texted Sara. ¡°The one that said Big Bang Theory was on!¡± And with that she stomped away from June who for a second stood there in surprise and then burst outughing again. Sara walked towards her locker in anger but slowed when she she felt the strange atmosphere around her. It was as everyone was staring at her. She did a swift sweep of herself thinking she might have forget to wear the same pair of shoe in both feet or something but she was fine. She tried to ignore the looks she was getting and reached her locker. Her mind running to everything that could have happened and she would have missed in thest 24 hours but she came up empty. She had not done anything and she had proof. Before she could close her locker, June called her out from the end of the hallway. Sara would have walked away anyway but the look on June face stopped her as she ran towards her. She looked shocked, a little pale and breathless as she reached her. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Sara asked softly, worried. ¡°You didn¡¯t know then?¡± June demanded, still breathless. ¡°Know what, June?¡± ¡°He¡¯s back.¡± ¡°Whose back?¡± But June didn¡¯t answer, her eyes were frozen on something behind her. If it was possible she had gone more pale. Sara searched her friend face and waved her hand in front of her eyes but her friend was frozen solid. Out of curiosity she turned the and the sight which greet her, turned her into a stone too. The irony of this moment was pathetic. Even after all the passing of much time, her reaction, the sudden rush of happiness was shock to her. She hated the fact that even now, after everything, just the sight of him could effect her this much. The memories came to her like a fast forward film, even if she went in her most past memory, it was his face she remembered, almost like he was her first every memory. Even afterwards, she does not remember a single time when he wasn¡¯t with her. The film soon came to a stop to thest time she saw him. Her mind then went empty, nk, she couldn¡¯t think anything, couldn¡¯t see anything but him. She was aware of her heart as it raced so fast, she was afraid it would burst. She stared as his ck eyes that never left her but unlike her frozen figure, his face was nk, hard as he stared at her. Where she knew she couldn¡¯t breathe, he was walking like he didn¡¯t had a care in world. He didn¡¯t stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn¡¯t know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. ¡°I¡¯m home.¡± Chapter 02 What was he expecting? A wee kiss? Hell no, not even close. A warm hug? Far from it. Even a handshake was taking it to far. So, he had decided he will just try talking to her, take it slow. Apologize, give her something to soften her up. Just take it nice and slow till she actually listens to him. Keep his distance till she is actuallyfortable with him again. Yeah¡­.. that went down the flush the second heid eyes on her. It was a job well done. But by God, he couldn¡¯t help it. He didn¡¯t know how he managed to not run to her when he saw her standing in front of her locker, her short dirty blonde hair in a pony, her cheeks flushed from cold, lips in a frown. But her eyes, they were not as he had once seen. They had a certain nkness in them, a cover like she was hiding behind. She had changed, hell she had changed but yet she was just the same, she was his Sara O¡¯Brian. The second her eyes had met his, he forgot the whole taking slow n, it went down the drain when her amber eyes met his ck ones. His heart betrayed him then and there. He didn¡¯t know how he was walking; his brain had shut down, any other thought went out of the window and all he could see, think and feel was her. So, he did the most obvious and the stupidest thing he have ever done, he kissed her. The air left his lungs. The second he touched her; he was on fire. He forgot his own name. Everything was suddenly surrounded by her smell, he was surrounded by her smell, chocte and not just in milk one but the dark one, the bitter sweet one, the one he hated unless it was her. She stilled smelled like dark chocte and now he knew, she tasted like it as well and it was addicting. The smell of her brought thefort of home. He was home, finally. Years of waiting, keeping himself in check and he lost it just like that but he couldn¡¯t me anyone. It has been very long and hard two years of not been able to touch her. The shadows he watched from were never enough. The ck windowed cars were a gold cage to him because even if he could see her, he could never touch or evene close to breathing the same air as her. So, yes. The kiss had meant to do all this, set him on fire, leave him breathless, stop his heart, just like it was supposed to, just like he knew it would. It took everything in him to pull away, he knew, he could swear that it was the hardest thing he had ever did and traced his hand on her face, a gesture he remembered as much as he did his own name, finally putting his hand on her throat, feeling the racing of her pulse. His eyes noticing everything, her wide eyes, her blushing cheeks, her slightly open mouth which he was dying to kiss, her frozen body, he saw everything. The running pulse under his fingers brought a sense of pride, happiness, the feeling of it racing was his guilty pleasure suddenly. And the words he spoke were the most honest words be had ever spoken, he was home, he was home to her. No, she was his home. What he didn¡¯t expect was her pushing him aside and walking away. Even though he should have expected it because yes, he deserved that. Before he could follow, June grabbed his arm. ¡°Not now, June.¡± He growled as he looked down at the gothic girl. There was something in her eyes that he should have recognized but before he could look clearly, it was gone but he had an idea that whatever it was, he didn¡¯t like it. ¡°No, now! What the hell was that?¡± She demanded, her hand tightening. ¡°I kissed her.¡± He said quietly and shook her hand off himself roughly like it had burned him. ¡°I swear Dean¡­..¡± ¡°Later, I need to go.¡± Her hand shot out and grabbed arm again before he could take another step. ¡°Leave her alone, she is better off without you.¡± Again, there was sh of something in her eyes. With that, she walked away leaving him standing alone, with stares of half the school, shaking with rage, anger. Like he didn¡¯t know, like he was not around, like he didn¡¯t care. He knew, he knew everything. He saw it with his own eyes from distance but he had seen. He was always around and he cared, by God he cared. Nobody had the right to tell him any different, nobody had the right to judge him. The only right of anything rted to him, he had given it to one girl that had just pushed him to get away from him and irony? She wasn¡¯t even aware of that right, that possession she held. He starts walking towards the way he had seen Sara go all the while trying to calm himself down. He wanted to calm down in front of her, he didn¡¯t want to see her flinch away, he didn¡¯t want to see her scared of him. He hoped to God she wasn¡¯t scared of him. Years of creating the image, of putting enough fear in people and it all came down to that girl who could break it with just her words. Everything he had ever build, his respect, his pride, his control and him, the man he was, she could crush it with that single nce of fear of him. He found her exactly where he thought she would be, sitting under the oak tree beside the parking lot. It was her spot, he had seen here here often inst two years, maybe because the change of the color of leaves made her curious or maybe she foundfort in its cold shadow, he wasn¡¯t sure. Her back was facing him, he walked towards her slowly, careful not to run like he wanted to, without making a single sound and while reaching her, sat beside her while fighting the urge to pull her close. It was strong enough to start hurting his chest. They sat there for seconds, maybe minutes or maybe hours, he didn¡¯t know or care. He only cared about the fact that he could finally breath the same air, could actually feel her heat, could actually just move a little and touch her. Today seemed like a lost dream he dreamed of and even now, it seemed unreal. ¡°Why are you back?¡± Her soft voice broke the silence. Her eyes stared straight ahead but he looked at her face for the first time he sat down and he knew he shouldn¡¯t have. It was too close, not enough but yet too close. ¡°I left few things behind.¡± His voice was rough from the control he was losing. ¡°Are you leaving again?¡± Her voice remains nk and he knew what she was doing. ¡°Yes.¡±N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content. Silence. He knew she was good at it, silence was always her weapon and she knew how to use it, how to use it well especially against him. It was a habit which drove him crazy but then again, everything about her drove him crazy. ¡°How long are you staying?¡± She broke the silence again but he notices her voice, it was cold, empty, still. ¡°Till summer.¡± ¡°So the bullshit about home was just¡­. bullshit?¡± She asked and he noticed the slight fire dancing in her eyes but it was gone right away. ¡°Don¡¯t curse O¡¯Brian.¡± He warned, eyes narrowed at the beautiful girl beside him. When she didn¡¯t say anything he said, ¡°I meant it, I am home.¡± It was just hard to exin to her what his home actually was. ¡°You don¡¯t leave home.¡± ¡°Who says I left?¡± ¡°You did.¡± ¡°Who says?¡± ¡°Drop the bullshit!¡± She snapped and finally looked at him and this time she didn¡¯t hide the anger, the hurt, the pain and it almost killed him. ¡°Don¡¯t curse O¡¯Brian!¡± He couldn¡¯t help but snap back. ¡°Stop telling me what to do!¡± Her face was getting too close for him to think clearly. ¡°I will do what I damn well want with you.¡± His voice dangerously quiet. ¡°You have no right!¡± ¡°I have every right.¡± ¡°What I do in my business!¡± ¡°Things belonging to me are my business.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t own me.¡± ¡°Says who?¡± His voice ringing with the silent message which she heard because she froze and her eyes died down the anger. He knew she heard the warning, the demand, the truth. It was the truth, has been since the first time heid eyes on her. He was the first one to ever hold her when she was born, had demanded to hold her. Not her parents, not his parents but he, he held her, saw her as she opened her eyes to him, thinking she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; she still was. She was marked his. Everyone knew that. Except her. The silence which followed as she stared at him was painful, he had managed to do everything he promised he will not even think about till few months but her being so close was making it hard for him to think. He could either snap at her or kiss her breathless. ¡°You left, Wood.¡± That was all she said, now quietly before she looked away from him and stared straight ahead with the same dead eyes. ¡°You won¡¯t ask why?¡± Please don¡¯t ask why. He didn¡¯t want to tell her. ¡°I would if I didn¡¯t know you will be anything but honest.¡± ¡°I never lie to you.¡± ¡°Yeah, you just leave.¡± Saying that, she rose up and without looking back, walked away. Chapter 03 She couldn¡¯t breathe, she wanted to but she couldn¡¯t. Or was it that she could finally breathe? Had she finally found her breath after two years? Did she even know what breathing was like? She has not breathed properly for so long now. The feeling of cool air through the nose, passing along the throat and into the lungs; yes, this was what she felt, alive. She was breathing again and it was all because of him and yet the pain which followed hit her with so much force that it left her frozen and probably scarred for life. But then, she was scared for two years now, how could another one hurt? But it did, it hurt hard and bad. Wasn¡¯t it enough that she dealt with the pain once that she had to experience it all over again? The wounds were still fresh, did he had toe now? Couldn¡¯t he wait, maybe ten, twenty¡­. lifetime? They told her she is better off without him, no more getting in trouble, no more greeting the sight of blood, no more fear of angering him, no more over possessiveness and no more injuries. She told them they were right, she was better off. She lied. She didn¡¯t tell them that she actually loved getting in trouble with him or because of him because she knew he would do anything to make it up to her. They didn¡¯t know how it felt when every time he was injured, he¡¯ll call her to fix him because she was the only one he trusted with his body. How would they have known that she found his anger calming and his possessiveness, adorable. She liked when he used to give her a full ount of boys which ask her out, telling their great grandfather name to thest meal they had, baring their ws in front of her, in those times she yed with the idea of him bing awyer because she knew he would be good at it. And finally, the million injuries she had because of him, nobody knew that it used to kill him seeing her bleed. One time when she had broken her leg trying to help him up because he was injured, he had forgot his injury, shaken awake from his unconsciousness and had picked her up and raced her to the hospital. They didn¡¯t know anything. She wondered for a second why she was defending him? Why she was even bothering to shield him and against herself, it was absurd. Maybe because in the back of her mind she knew he had to leave. The reasons, she didn¡¯t know but he had to but what frustrated her was why he came back? She didn¡¯t know whether to cry from happiness or pain that kepting back. The knock on her bedroom door pulled her out of her thoughts. ¡°Sara? Honey, June is here. She wants to see you.¡± Her mother voice called out. ¡°I want to be alone mum, just please.¡± She said softly. ¡°Okay, honey. I¡¯ll leave the dinner outside the door.¡± She heard her mother¡¯s footstep fade away. She wanted to sleep; her mind was tired, and exhausted but she didn¡¯t know how to fall asleep. Her thought kept going back to the kiss, that stupid kiss. Why, oh why did he had to kiss her? They were best friends, almost like brother and sister, right? Her mind went back to the times he had denied being her brother whenever someone hinted it or even said it. How he would harshly snap at anyone who would say he protects her like a big brother. She could almost hear his harsh voice as he snaps, ¡°I am not her brother.¡± So maybe he was not her brother, for the love of God, the kiss was anything but sibling love but oh God, why did she keeping back to the kiss? Can¡¯t she just forget it? Dean have kissed millions of girls, literally. He just kissed her because, well he had reasons, she was sure. It didn¡¯t mean anything, not to him so she can¡¯t allow herself to feel anything either. Dean was fuck and leave kind of guy; she didn¡¯t want to be at the end of that statement. She closed her eyes and pulled the nkets closer, making sure it swallowed her whole. As she tried to count the passing of seconds, sleep over powered her body and she fell deep into a slumber. It was like a second had passed when she opened her eyes slowly. Her room was dark but she noticed the shadow over her immediately. She didn¡¯t scream, his scent had surrounded the air like nket,forting her. As her eyes slowly adjust to the dark, she saw him staring right at her. ¡°Unless you have bloody wound for me to fix, leave.¡± She whispered. Her voice not as firm as she wanted. She couldn¡¯t help it. She wanted to sound normal but yet even she could hear the bitterness in her own voice, betraying her emotions. ¡°I didn¡¯t alwayse so you could fix my wounds, O¡¯Brian.¡± His quiet voice was hard, emotionless. He sat beside her legs at the end of the bed. Sara heart did a flip when she heard him say her O¡¯Brian. She had missed that more than anyone could imagine. She was always O¡¯Brian to him and when she asked him why, he used to say she¡¯ll find out soon enough. ¡°No, sometimes you used toe when your parents kicked you out too.¡± She said softly. Where was the Sara who was just defending him? Protecting him from everyone¡¯s thoughts? Where was the Sara who was just conflicting with herself that he may had reasons? Even she knew what she was saying was a lie. He was always here. He liked sleeping with her, in her bed. He used to sneak into her room almost every night so why was she suddenly so bitter? Maybe because when he left, he forgot about her? Maybe because the fact that he kissed her when he had kissed so many girls? Or maybe it was both, she was bitter and angry and hurt. ¡°You know as well as I do that it is not true.¡± ¡°Then what is Dean?¡± She asked, not expecting an answer which she knew he will not give. When he said he never lies to her, it was the truth, he doesn¡¯t but he had a way of telling the truth. It was the truth but never whole, never what she had actually asked. ¡°Dean?¡± Even she could hear the harsh edge in his voice. She has never called him Dean, it wasn¡¯t that he wanted her to call him Wood, he hated that she called him Wood but she knew, he was angrier that she called him Dean.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. ¡°Do you even have a right to be angry with my reaction?¡± She asked while trying to see the ck of his eyes through the small light which wasing through the window but they were shadowed, just like his expressions. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Was it something I did?¡± She couldn¡¯t help but ask. ¡°What?¡± ¡°I¡¯m asking if you left the way you did because of something I did, said? Was I too clingy? Childish? Dramatic? Emo¡ª¨C¡± She was interrupted when his lips touched hers once again, with the same force as before. Once again, she felt her body on fire, burning with something which was not even painful but addicting, calming. Her lungs betrayed her once again as they refuse to do their damn job and supply her with oxygen. The heat creeped up on her cheeks as she closed her eyes and tried to put her mind back together but she didn¡¯t have to because he pulled away but didn¡¯t lean back. As his warm breath hit her face, as she stared at him with wide eyes and mouth open slightly, he said, no, he warned, ¡°O¡¯Brian, you have no idea what you are talking about. I advise you to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut about yourself or else I have other ways to make you see what you do.¡± She didn¡¯t know what he meant by that so she just snaps her mouth shut and nodded slightly. His eyes went to her lips again and then back to her eyes. He brushed his fingers against her cheek and leaned back, putting his hand on her racing pulse on her throat. Her heart went wild. ¡°Did you go to see Oliver and Diana yet?¡± She asked, trying to distract herself. ¡°No.¡± ¡°You are telling me that you have been here 24 hours and you have yet to meet your parents?¡± ¡°Yes, and I only arrived this morning.¡± ¡°And came straight to school?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°What else can be the reason other than the obvious, O¡¯Brian?¡± See, that why she hates this guy, he just expects her to know everything without even bothering to tell her and if by any chance she asked what he means he would give her the look which clearly made her feel like a dumb blond. ¡°Cafeteria food?¡± She asked. His quietugh shook the bed and maybe turned her inside into jelly as well. Another of many things she had missed and it hurt, bad. Dean didn¡¯tugh much but when he did, she was always just listening to it, sealing it in memory. ¡°You haven¡¯t changed, O¡¯Brian.¡± ¡°I have gotten taller!¡± She couldn¡¯t help but sound defensive. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s a pity.¡± ¡°Your whole existence is a pity!¡± ¡°You still suck at insulting.¡± ¡°You suck whole together!¡± ¡°What are you? Five?¡± ¡°Seventeen and a half, you would know if you were around.¡± Chapter 04 He was silent again, staring at something on her side table, she noticed his face was thoughtful, a sh of happiness crossed his face like he just heard something delightful but it was gone as soon as it came but she wasn¡¯t fooled. She knew him long enough to know how he showed his happiness, it was rare but it was there. ¡°20th November, you¡¯ll be eighteen.¡± He spoke in a silent voice but she heard it, the small pride, happiness when he said she¡¯ll be eighteen. She didn¡¯t say anything in reply but maybe because he was not expecting one. ¡°Where are you going to college?¡± He asked. ¡°None of your business.¡± She mumbled. ¡°I would hate to remind you O¡¯Brian but I will anyway, everything which belongs to me is my business!¡± His voice was rough, harsh. ¡°And I told you, you don¡¯t own me!¡± He was suddenly a hair away from her face again, making her eyes go wide again. His strong scent hitting her with force. ¡°Now, we both know that is not true, sweetheart.¡± He whispered and then put his nose on the crook of her neck making her stop breathing all together. He took a deep breath and then was suddenly on the edge of bed again, far away from her. He murmured something under his breath and ran his hand through his already messed up hair. ¡°June said, you are better off without me, are you?¡± He finally asked. ¡°You want the truth?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°No matter how painful it would be?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Then it is a pity it¡¯s not painful at all.¡± ¡°You really want to hurt me?¡± ¡°Maybe it would lessen the pain I went through.¡± Her voice was quiet again. Again, in a blink he was inches away from her, taking her hands in his, looking her dead in the eye. His warm hands brought a different kind of heat along. ¡°Did it really hurt?¡± He asked and his tune confused her, it was like he couldn¡¯t believe he had heard her right. ¡°It still does.¡± ¡°I¡¯m here now.¡± ¡°You are leaving soon.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t stay.¡±Material ? of N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Then you shouldn¡¯t havee.¡± He dropped her hands and leaned back, his face didn¡¯t show anything, it was nk again. ¡°You mean it?¡± He asked. ¡°Not really.¡± She saw the relief sh in his eyes and this time she was surprised, she held him with her words, still had a hold on him, she still mattered. ¡°If you had said otherwise, I wouldn¡¯t have believed you.¡± He said and that is when she noticed the something in his hands, it was glittering in the lighting from outside, she recognized it right away. ¡°You kept it.¡± he said those words with a new sense of happiness. ¡°How could I not?¡± ¡°I guess it¡¯s not a surprise that you knew it was from me.¡± ¡°No, the surprise was that you actually broke into my room.¡± He just shrugged. ¡°You still have the one from the first year?¡± He asked instead. She rose up slightly and sat on her elbow, pulling out the chain from her shirt, holding it in her hands as gently as she was holding a child. ¡°It was very beautiful.¡± She said softly. ¡°Reminded me of someone I know.¡± He answered. ¡°I hope it wasn¡¯t expensive.¡± He snorted and instead of replying asked, ¡°You don¡¯t wear the bracelet?¡± ¡°It mighte under me and break while I¡¯m sleeping.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care, I don¡¯t want you not wearing it.¡± And with that he grabbed her left wrist and put the silver braclet on it again, his fingers burning her skin. He didn¡¯t let go of her wrist but ced it against his cheek. ¡°Can¡¯t we talk?¡± He asked quietly. ¡°What good would that do?¡± ¡°Maybe you will forgive me?¡± ¡°There wasn¡¯t anything to forgive. I don¡¯t own you.¡± He snapped. He stood up in a sh and paced towards the end of the room, put his hands on the wall, his back facing her. She could see his body shaking with rage. She didn¡¯t understand, why was he so angry? What did she say? Did he even have a right? A voice in the back of her mind said yes, he did. He didn¡¯t deserve it, he should get a chance to exin, but was he ever going to? She watched as he walked towards the window, his body still slightly shaking, effecting his walk. He sat on the ceil and just before jumping turned and said, ¡°I will not leave empty handed this time, O¡¯Brian.¡± And jumped. Chapter 05 He was unaware of the silence around him. The cold wind was also ignored as he stared at the dark sky unconsciously. When his mind was on her, he never saw anything else anyway so there was no point of ignoring it. It was her he was seeing, Sara. Sara O¡¯Brian. Always her. Last night went worse than the morning, he screwed up, again. He had promised he will keep his temper at bay, he didn¡¯t. He promised he will not touch her, he did, more time than he could count. He promised he will not get possessive, yeah, he sure kept that together andstly, he had sworn he will not kiss her. He snorted internally, that was just a too much of a fucking crazy joke. He thought he had it under control, knew he was fine. Was sure that if he did touch her identally, he will not lose it. He was in control of himself. Control his ass. But Jesus, he couldn¡¯t help it. He wanted to kiss her again and again but the second she starts talking crap about herself, he lost it. How could she even think that? She wasn¡¯t clingy, he was. He was the one who was always stuck to her like leach, always over reacting towards everything. She wasn¡¯t childish, far from it, she was simply beautiful. But it didn¡¯te as a surprise that she thought that. What else was he expecting? She was Sara O¡¯Brian, she was insecure and hell the way he left, any girl, no matter how confident would feel like trash. Sara O¡¯Brian wasn¡¯t trash, not even close. She was the beginning and end of his reasons of leaving and now, foring back. He felt someone watching him and he moved his head and met the eyes of Drake. He was staring at him from across the empty park. When their eyes met, Drake start walking towards him and while reaching him, sat beside him. ¡°Why are you back?¡± His first question. ¡°People keep asking me this, like it isn¡¯t obvious.¡± Dean answered while again turning his gaze away from the searching eyes on him. ¡°O¡¯Brian.¡± Dean didn¡¯t answer back butid back on the damp grass, staring at the ck sky.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org. ¡°You kissed her.¡± Drake stated. ¡°I¡­. I lost control.¡± his voice didn¡¯t hold an ounce of regret. ¡°No shit.¡± ¡°Does everyone know?¡± ¡°They caught in on video.¡± ¡°Can I have it?¡± ¡°You are so full of it, Dean.¡± He waited for a while and then said, ¡°Well?¡± ¡°No, you cannot have the damn video!¡± Drake snapped at his frustrating friend. ¡°Pity.¡± Dean actually believed it was. ¡°It¡¯s a wonder Sara survived with you as long as she did, you have be more unbearable.¡± Dean didn¡¯t answer. There wasn¡¯t really an answer to give because Sara simply didn¡¯t have a choice. She was his, for now and for as long as she breathes and if he could help it, even afterwards too. It didn¡¯t matter if she thought him unbearable, possessive or annoying. ¡°Did you meet your parents?¡± Drake asked after a long silence. The wind has seemed to died down and the silence was disturbing him. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Why the fuck not?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯te back for them.¡± ¡°No, you came back to make sure O¡¯Brian was still single and to renew your im, remind everyone she is not to be touched.¡± Drake couldn¡¯t keep the anger away from his tune, he wanted to but he knew Dean was on me, in one way or another, it was his fault about the life Sara have lived. ¡°That is not why I came but if this is the message going around then I can¡¯tin.¡± Dean tune didn¡¯t change but Drake didn¡¯t notice the tiny twitch of lips which was a proof that he was d, more than d. ¡°For this message to go around, you didn¡¯t need toe back! It is an unspoken rule Dean, nobody touches her, your ims are on her like she is your fucking dog!¡± ¡°I can assure you she¡¯s anything but that.¡± ¡°This is all you have to say on this? For God sake Dean, she couldn¡¯t do anything normal teenagers do, couldn¡¯t go to parties, couldn¡¯t date, boys ran a mile when they see her. One guy, one guy had the guts to ask her out and did you know what happened to him? Of course, you fucking do, you made someone beat the shit out of him.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t make anyone beat the shit out of him.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t lie to me!¡± ¡°I am not.¡± Drake stared at the rxed face of his friend, trying to figure it out. He knew Dean had everything to do with the beating. People had warned the poor kid that Sara was a ¡®No!¡¯ but he thought himself too tough and he paid for it too. When he finally figured it out, he frowned and said, ¡°You beat him yourself didn¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Of course, Dean beat him himself. Where Sara was concerned, he didn¡¯t send his men to do the job, he did it himself and from two years he needed those reason to see her, just a peak of her face to make himst few fights he was fighting. ¡°That is all you have to say? You took away her freedom!¡± Drake wasn¡¯t shouting but he might as well have because his voice had echoed in the silence of night. ¡°No, I didn¡¯t. She never liked parties and if she wanted to go, she would have. I never did anything to stop her and as for dating then kids around here should be damn well d that they stayed back because I really didn¡¯t want to skin someone.¡± Dean¡¯s voice in answer was as casual as he was talking about the weather. ¡°You are twenty-one.¡± ¡°She¡¯ll be eighteen in a month.¡± ¡°And then what? You will make sure she falls for you and then leave?!¡± ¡°In a way, yes.¡± ¡°You worthless piece of shit.¡± Dean didn¡¯t answer. Nobody except Sara can demand answers from him and the irony? She was the only one who never asked him anything because she simply didn¡¯t think he owned her that. Drake calmed himself down and asked quietly, ¡°Tell me, honestly. Why are you here?¡± Dean was silent for a long time, not thinking but trying to form words, right words but really, they were as simple as they could get. ¡°I¡¯m going to take her with me.¡± ¡°You fucking crazy bastard!¡± ¡°I will not leave without her.¡± for the first time since they have start talking, Dean voice wasn¡¯t emotionless or casual but firm and clear. In a way it was like a dare to anyone to speak against it. ¡°You want to get her killed.¡± ¡°I will never let her get hurt.¡± Dean growled. He was losing his temper, this topic always made him go on an edge, probably because a part of him feared, feared what will Sara say or if she would be willing. ¡°Yeah, you had done enough of that already, it¡¯s not like it can get any worse.¡± ¡°It was either that or watch her die, that was uneptable for me so I took the choice I had.¡± Dean voice was iron hard. Again, the silence stretched between them but Drake still had one more question, a question which had to be answered. A need to know which he wanted to hear from Dean¡¯s own mouth. ¡°What changed?¡± Dean finally looked at him and stared for a long time and then rose up to start walking away. Drake thought that he wouldn¡¯t get an answer but he could swear he heard Dean say, ¡°I couldn¡¯t live any longer.¡± Chapter 06 She looked around once again but saw no sight of him. Where one part of her was relieved that maybe he had left, a bigger part was racing with fear of him leaving again. Why, why could she not just get over him? Forget maybe but even she knew it was impossible. ¡°What¡¯s wrong Sara?¡± June asked. ¡°It¡¯s nothing, I just had a bad night.¡± Lies. ¡°It was because of him, wasn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Jun¡ª-¡± ¡°No. This is absurd, Sara. He left, without a letter or note or call. He has no right.¡± June snapped. ¡°I know.¡± She was lying but what choice did she had? She didn¡¯t want to argue, didn¡¯t wanted to talk about it and the mostly, she didn¡¯t understand June¡¯s attitude. June never presses anything so why so suddenly she was pressing for her to leave him alone, making sure that he was away from her or was she imagining everything? She probably was but she was tired. A week had passed since shest saw him. She knew he was still in town; knew he was around. She had felt his eyes everywhere, she felt them now but she also knew that if she looked around, she won¡¯t see him. He was good at hiding but she searched anyway. She sipped her chocte milk and again did a quick swipe of her surroundings but it went down in vain. There was nothing to see. He wanted to remain hidden. People have yet to stop talking. Usually, people were afraid to talk to her but now, they were terrified. Some girls have start showing their true colors and asked her if she was together with Dean, she had replied she wasn¡¯t which resulted in another million questions like where he was fromst two years? How he was and why did he kiss her? Questions which she wanted to ask herself. But did she have a right? She never really talked to guys before but now, they seem to run a mile when they saw her. It was obvious to everyone except her. ¡°You think you can walk home today? I need to leave early.¡± June asked while clearing up her papers. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ll be fine.¡± Sara replied absentmindedly. ¡°Okay, I am going to hand my paper to Mister Foe now, I¡¯ll see you tomorrow.¡± June said and after giving Sara a small hug, went inside the school doors leaving her alone outside. The rain which was falling slightly, speed up till thest bell. Sara wasn¡¯t happy but like she had a choice but to walk but yet, of all the days it had to be today. She picked up her bag from her locker and stepped outside in the rain while frowning. Again, she felt his eyes on her but this time she ignores the urge to look around. It was cold and Sara didn¡¯t have her jacket with her because it was warm enough in the morning so she just pulled her upper closer and crossed her arms tightly over her chest as she walked her way from school. She had just walked out of the main road when he appeared in his car. She didn¡¯t know it was him till he stopped the car in front of her, blocking her way. The curse was stuck in her throat when he grabbed her from her wrist and dragged her to the passenger side only to open the door and push her inside. After mming her door shut, he walked to the driver side and got in. Sara was still frozen in her seat trying to believe what happened.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org. After the passing of five minutes, she found her voice. ¡°What the hell do you think you are doing?¡± she demanded, her heart racing. ¡°Driving you home.¡± Was his reply ¡°I can walk!¡± Her voice came out angry. ¡°You¡¯ll get sick.¡± His voice in return was casual. ¡°I am not made of ss!¡± ¡°Still.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t believe you!¡± Silence. She red at him while he looked up front, ignoring her re. She was so angry, why? It probably didn¡¯t even have anything to do with the fact that he almost abducted her, hell she was sure it had nothing to do with it but it was more because of the week he had stayed away. ¡°I was hoping you have left.¡± she said after turning her re up front as well but this time she felt his eyes on her but as before he refuses to look at her, this time it was her turn. ¡°Were you, really?¡± his voice was silent but yet she knew, he wanted to know. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± she suddenly felt very tired. When he didn¡¯t say anything for a while, she looked back at him to see him already staring at her. His eyes were nk, dark but she saw the anger but no guilt, never guilt. She looked away from his eyes only to find that they were not going home. She tried to look past the rain but saw nothing much. ¡°Where are you taking us?¡± she demanded while trying her best to look outside. ¡°Are you scared of me?¡± he asked, his tune might he nk, careless but she saw his eyes, they were burning, she saw that he wanted to know the answer, that what she was going to say mattered to him, meant something to him. Scared of him? Was he out of his bloody mind? This guy has taught her how to walk for the love of God! She wasn¡¯t scared of him, she was scared for herself, for what he could do to her, her mind and the worst, her heart. ¡°Of course not!¡± ¡°Do you trust me?¡± ¡°No.¡± She really didn¡¯t. He had left once; she can¡¯t trust him with anything now and if he expected the answer to be yes then he was really living in a wondend because she wasn¡¯t that easy with forgiveness or her trust. He broke it once, he had yet to give the prove that he won¡¯t break it again. She saw the sh of hurt in his eyes dancing around, like it was mocking her. Making her see how much she had pained him and she knew she had but Sara O¡¯Brian doesn¡¯t lie, not to him and he knew that. ¡°I guess I deserved that.¡± ¡°Did you, really?¡± He didn¡¯t answer and she was frustrated. ¡°Am I ever going to get answers from you?¡± she asked and this time she felt her eyes getting watery. She didn¡¯t want to cry, didn¡¯t wanted to let him see that it hurts her so she turned the other way. ¡°Look at me.¡± his voice was soft but she wasn¡¯t going to fall in that trap. ¡°Look at me, O¡¯Brian!¡± this time his voice was hard, cold and demanding. Bipr asshole. She still didn¡¯t look at him, she couldn¡¯t. To say she was shocked by his next move would be stupid because after years of knowing him, she was supposed to be used to it but she was shocked because Dean never treated her like this, ever. Never was he this intimate. He had hit the brakes and with a quick move, pulled her towards him, so close that their noses were touching, breaths mixing. Her heart stopped. He was ring down at her, the anger in his eyes were as clear as the rain outside. His body stiff, his hands keeping a hard hold on her. Her eyes had gone wide but the tears never fell but she knew he saw her wet eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t want you crying.¡± he growled. She wanted to deny, refuse that she wasn¡¯t crying but she was very tired, she felt drained and it was that second when she realized she have not eaten properly from a week. ¡°I am not.¡± she mumbled while blinking away the tears. She saw him staring her right in the eyes, not removing his hands from her. His dark eyes were looking at her with a depth she never understood but then again, she was always a little slow. She needed words, she believed that words were a great weapon, depending on how they are used but ironic the fact that she was best friend with a guy who never bothered with much words. He stared at her till her eyes were back too normal and then he also lost the fire in his eyes as he stared at her, his gaze softening and he did another thing which though shouldn¡¯t have surprised her but did, he kissed her head and slowly let go of her. Without another word, he started the car again. She was looking at him in curiosity maybe, she didn¡¯t understand. She had questions but she just couldn¡¯t help but stop herself because she didn¡¯t think she had the right to ask them. She finally looked away and tried once again to see from the heavy rain where they were going but it was impossible. The car stopped but before she could get out, his hand on her arm stopped her. ¡°Wait.¡± Chapter 07 With that he went out himself and disappeared in the rain. Sara heard the bumper being opened and the next thing she knew her door was being opened. Dean was standing there, with arge hood in hand. Without asking her anything, he pulled the hood over her body, making a sound of surprise escape her mouth. Next thing she know, she¡¯s being dragged through the rain with his hood over her face, shielding her from rain. She finally recognizes where was. She hasn¡¯t been here for two years now. Cliff side caves, why were they here? He was almost picking her up while dragging her to the caves. She followed silently, why? Because she knew that he can never hurt her. He will usually punch any girl in the throat but her? Never. When they reached the inside of caves, he finally let go, at least put a distance between them. Brushing his wet hair from his face he was staring right at her. Sara ignored his eyes and pulled the hood away from her face, drying her hair with her fingers. To her surprise, a second hand join hers and start drying her hair. It was gentle and softpare to the man they belonged to. Sara silently let him to it without looking at him. ¡°Why are you not looking at me?¡± he demanded angrily while turning her face towards himself. The hand which held her face was setting fire on her skin, making her face warm even if the rest of her body was ice cold. ¡°Why are we here?¡± she asked instead. His eyes danced in fire which was always there when he looked at her. ¡°So, we can talk.¡± ¡°About¡­?¡± ¡°Everything.¡± ¡°Everything¡­?¡± ¡°Everything.¡± She closed her eyes and the question she wanted to ask was on the edge of her tongue. Why did he kiss her? But she didn¡¯t ask it. She didn¡¯t have the courage, she wasn¡¯t strong enough to get hurt by his words in reply. She opened her eyes again and met again with his soul capturing eyes which seem to be encouraging her, calming her and at the same time, shaking her inside and making her heart race. ¡°Why are you back?¡± she finally asked. ¡°Isn¡¯t it obvious?¡± ¡°To see me? But that¡¯s ridiculous, two years and you finally found the time to see¡ª-¡± her words were stuck because his hand came down on her mouth. ¡°I didn¡¯te here to see you. I came here to take you with me.¡± Her eyes went wide in surprise and shock. What did he just say? He slowly removed his hand but kept it on her cheek as he stared at her with a patient look. She could help butugh, she wasn¡¯tughing because she found it funny, she wasughing because this was in ridiculous! Suddenly a hand covered her mouth making herugh stuck in her throat as she stared at him in surprise. ¡°As much as I adore the sound of yourugh, I do not like the reason you areughing at.¡± She red at his hand over her mouth and then turned her re to his angry face. She tried to snap at him but it went in vain as it came out muffled. Now that she was done being amused, she was angry, no she was furious. How dare he? How could he? Yet a part of her was dancing inside, jumping in happiness but other was wing out to beat him senseless. Hurt him in some way so she would stop feeling like some trash he got bored of and left to be used again. Just hurt him in some way so he would know what she went through. How badly he had hurt her. The second he removed his hand, she snapped. She starts punching him, hitting with all the force she had, she could measure and he just stood there, taking her every blow without a word, just staring at her. Finally, when she couldn¡¯t bring any more strength, she let her arms fall on her side. She was drained and yet the pain didn¡¯t lessen. She felt a single tear escape her eye and before she could wipe it away, she was held from strong hands which seem to be caging her so near that she could feel the drumming of his heart. She moved her head to meet his eyes and for the first time since she had known him, she saw agony in his eyes. She wasn¡¯t always the best reader of eyes but she could recognize this emotion anywhere. She had seen it in eyes of the image which stared at her in mirror. It had stared at her when she used to be alone. She had carried it with her everywhere she went before he came back. ¡°I don¡¯t want you crying.¡± He repeated the words from the car but the difference was huge, where he had said them before with a harshness, now he was begging them. ¡°What do you want me to do then?¡± She asked. She would give him anything if only he would stay. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then she was pushed away harshly from him with such force that she almost fell down. She blinked in surprise and stared at him. He had his back facing her and she could see him shaking just like he was one week ago in her room and then he was pacing around while ring at her, trying to calm his breath. His eyes were using like this, his state was all her fault. But before she could ask, he shouted, ¡°I can¡¯t even breath the same air as you without thinking about kissing you.¡± What? Did he just said what she thought? ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± This was all she could think to say. ¡°You¡¯re sorry.¡± He snorted while still pacing and then continued, ¡°I can¡¯t think straight anymore now. I¡¯ve been trying to strengthen my control for a week and just being this near made me snap again.¡± He lost her there.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. What was he talking about? He suddenly stopped pacing. He was staring at her now, no more ring just staring but she knew he was thinking about something hard. He kept shaking his head and sometimes nodding it, conflicting with himself. ¡°Fuck it!¡± Next thing she knew she was pulled against his chest, his one hand grabbing her waist so tightly almost as if his life depended on it and other going in her hair to pull her head closer to meet her lips with his. Chapter 08 He couldn¡¯t breathe. God, he couldn¡¯t breathe. Did he even need to breathe when right now, right there, he was in the perfection? He was in a time which he could give his soul to stand still. How he wished it would stand still. He has waited to do this for a week, a week of waiting and he forgot why he was not supposed to do this, why he was not supposed to kiss Sara O¡¯Brian. His lungs were on fire, his lips were zing from her touch. His heart racing so fast that he was slightly panting. He wanted her closer, he wanted her nearer, she had possessed him, bi-witched him. He griped her tighter against himself and moved his lips faster. He just wanted to breath her in. But the moment ended too soon, too fast, Sara pulled away and yet her face was too near, he was going crazy. He still couldn¡¯t breathe. ¡°Why do you do this to me?¡± She whispered. He noticed her face, her expressions. She looked tired, exhausted. From what? With what? ¡°Do what?¡± He asked without moving an inch away from her. Her eyes on him were burning him, making his heart race. ¡°Love me and yet leave me.¡± That was all she could mumble before her eyes dropped and she crashed in his arms. He stood there, body stilled, staring down at the beautiful girl in his arms. He felt a stab in his heart yet again, why does he love her and then leave her? This was her question; this was what she wanted to know. She asked one question, the question which held the answer in itself. Why does he love her and then leave her, she had asked. He left her because he loves her was his answer. He has loved her so much that he tortured himself. It was him, he himself punished himself by staying away from her, he has killed his heart while staying away from her. He has lived in hell for two years but yet he asked himself, was it worth it, staying away from her for protecting her? Was it worth it after watching how much it has hurt her, how much it has hurt both of them? They might have survived; they would have survived without each other but they couldn¡¯t have lived. He has spent two years barely just going on and he have seen what it all have done to her, it showed in her eyes, the tiredness, the pain. He has punished her along with himself. She wasn¡¯t even sure if he was alive, if he was okay. She needed him and he wasn¡¯t there. Whole her life, he was there like a shadow and when she had needed him the most, he stood watching from afar, controlling the urge to run to her. But he knew, where he was always watching her fromst two years, someone was watching him from longer. Who had his suspicious, who had his doubts about what Sara O¡¯Brian had meant to Dean Lockwood? Someone who wanted, needed to find Dean¡¯s weakness, anything which can make him overpower Dean. Someone who would have yed Sara in a game she couldn¡¯t have survived and would have mocked Dean into ying it and he knew, Dean knew, he would have lost without thinking, without consideration because losing for Sara O¡¯Brian was a win itself. He put her head on his chest and hugged her, breathing in her scent which was driving him crazy. His lips linger on her forehead and then he carefully picked her up in his arms and sat down on the cold floor, waiting for the rain to stop. He buried his face in the side of her neck, inhaling the breath which surrounded her. How long have he waited to do this again, to rest his head next to her while she was in his arms. He has spent too long with sleeplessness, restlessness. He wasn¡¯t safe, he wasn¡¯t home. God, how much he wanted toe home. Spend the night next to her and for one night just sleep without a worry in his head because that how it was, as long as he slept next to her, he felt safe as homes. Her scent around him would wrap him in afort nket. Her head under his arm or against his chest felt like he was in his own haven. Now, again being able to touch her was like breaking to the surface after being underwater for too long. Finding his breath. He smiled when he remembers the load of her things, he has borrowed from her room inst two years. He knew she would be absolutely furious to learn that she has not lost those things and he couldn¡¯t wait for her reaction. The ringing of her cellphone made him frown and he dig into her jeans pocket and pull out her phone. Without looking who it was, he picked up. ¡°Sara? Where are you, honey? I¡¯m worried sick!¡± He recognized Sara¡¯s mothers voice and answered in a rough voice, ¡°She¡¯s with me.¡± ¡°Dean?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Thank God, she is safe. Bring her home before nightfall, dear.¡± Her voice was gentle and yet confident when she stated that her daughter was safe with him. He felt a tightening somewhere in his chest. His own parents didn¡¯t trust him with anything and here, the woman whose daughter he left like a trash waspletely at ease to trust him with her. ¡°I will.¡± With that he hung up but before he could ce the phone back, he noticed the three voice messages and two text messages. Without giving a fuck that he was snooping, he opened the messages first and saw the first two were from her mum and other was from June who have asked her where the hell she was and why she was not picking up. He opened the voice messages next and saw that all were from June. He yed the one which came first. ¡°Did you get home? Call or text me, I¡¯m worried.¡± June voice came out a little annoyed which made him almost growl. He never liked that girl much. He yed the one which came which came after. ¡°Where the hell are you? Don¡¯t tell me you are sulking for that asshole or worse, you are with that asshole. Call me!¡± This time he was sure she was fuming when she have left this message. He took a deep breath to calm himself, there was something wrong with that girl. He yed the final one. ¡°Sara, I know you are with him! Kelly saw you get into a car. I told you to stay clear from him, he¡¯s bad news. Call me, we need to talk.¡± This time he was sure she was furious because her voice was shaking with anger and his anger deepened. He couldn¡¯t understand why was June acting like this, sure she was like an annoying fly which never left him alone with Sara but she was Sara¡¯s friend, her only constant friend other then himself. Sure, he might hate her because he wanted Sara for himself but Sara liked that kid. He remembered her as a freak kid who used to sit behind Sara in eighth grade. How he knew that was not rocket science. He kept close watch on Sara, no matter where she was. In time she befriend Sara and before he left she was showing signs of being a goth. Sure she was a little rude but that was still never the actual reason why he hated her. He hated her because soon after she became friends with Sara, Sara became distant from him. He had became a man-whore for a year when he thought it would help , maybe forget Sara but never have he ever neglected her. He could be in a middle of fuck but if his cell rang Sara¡¯s ringtone, he would drop everything and pick it up. If he ever took her outside, he kept his eyes on her whether he was talking to anyone or not. Hell if he wasn¡¯t around to walk Sara to ss, he would always send one of his friends to make sure she was okay. He always bought her lunch since she started school and lunch was their time, no matter what. Thinking back to those times he suddenly felt guilty, the anger returning but this time it was towards himself. He was a fool to think he could get over Sara O¡¯Brian but he had to try, he had to do something. Times weren¡¯t safe, he knew that if he didn¡¯t get over her, she would be paying with her life and he couldn¡¯t risk that so he sold his virtue for the sake that she would remain safe. Just so the monsters after him would know that she might meant something to him but not enough. So they wouldn¡¯t hurt her to get to him because he knew, she was his only weakness, not his parents, not his sister but Sara O¡¯Brian. She was his only fear but yet, he have been a fool to think that he would get over her. But the act didn¡¯tst long, he couldn¡¯t stand being away from her, couldn¡¯t stand the hands of some stranger on himself, couldn¡¯t mask his disgust, with himself and any other girl, he couldn¡¯t stand fooling himself that he could get over her when he couldn¡¯t even breath without seeing her at least once a day. He knew he couldn¡¯t buy back his virtue but since then, he couldn¡¯t touch a girl or even look at female. It was enough that he did what he did in hopes that it was right thing to do at a time but he regretted it. He might not a have stopped being there but she remained distant, closed up when she talked to him. He felt like he disappointed her even though she never implied it or said anything. Her eyes were never judging, never using because she was Sara O¡¯Brian, believer of words and deeds, a na?ve and innocent girl who couldn¡¯t even recognize the hunger he held for her even if the rest of the world did. Who was so sure that he only saw her as a friend, an old friend. That stupid girl. Sara phone rang again in his hand and he narrowed his eyes when he saw it was June. His fury returning. He picked it up and waited. ¡°Will you ever listen to me? I told you to get over him, he¡¯s no good. I¡¯ve been telling you since I have met you but no, you never liste¡ª¡± ¡°So, it was you, huh?¡± His voice came out ice cold, his hands start shaking and he clutched Sara more tightly. There was a pause. ¡°Where the fuck is Sara?¡± She finally demanded, her voice shaking with fury. ¡°You do know that if I tell her to never see you again, she will listen to me.¡± He drawled, removing a strand from Sara¡¯s face. She moved closer to his chest for warmth and his eyes soften and his heart melted. ¡°She would have listened to you two years ago but not anymore.¡± June snapped, her voice came out unsure though making Dean smirk in satisfaction. ¡°Then why is she sleeping in my arms right now?¡± He taunted, enjoying imagining her furious face. There was a pause, a long one.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. ¡°I have more important things to do then waste my time with you but bear my warning, I won¡¯t stand you talking that way with Sara. It won¡¯t take me much strength to strangle your neck, or much conscious.¡± He stated in an icy voice which produced a gasp of shock from June. ¡°Why, yo¡ª¡± she stared in a shaky but hard voice. ¡°Save it for someone who gives a fuck! Remember my words, I have killed before for Sara and I will not hesitate to do it again. The stories you have heard about me? They all are just edited versions. I might have stood silently before as you took her away from me but not this time. You do anything to hurt us, I will put a bullet in your head.¡± He snarled and without waiting for her reply, hung up. He held Sara tighter and slipped her phone in his jacket. She mumbled something under her breath and he felt a stab in his gut, he have missed her too much. ¡°I love you, O¡¯Brian.¡± He whispered as he traced his finger on her cheek. It should have done his ego good when she shivered but it was nothingpare to what he felt when he touched her. ¡°It¡¯s easier to talk to you when you are looking at me with those piercing eyes of yours, I can¡¯t think straight when you look at me the way you do.¡± He continued while wanting to kiss her awake but he knew she slept like dead when she crashes, not even cold water will work. ¡°It¡¯s easier, your moving lips distract me. The nonsense whiches out of your pretty mouth, tempts me to the point I can¡¯t breathe.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care what you say, too long, it¡¯s been too long to survive without you. We have wasted too much time listening to things who had no right between us but no more. I¡¯ll do it the hard way if I do.¡± She would be his, her time without him was up and gone, nevering back. Yes, he was a bastard, an asshole, no good for her, worthless. But fuck what they all say, as long as he got her with him and happy, the world didn¡¯t matter. It has not mattered since she was born. Chapter 9 She pped the hand away which was brushing fingers across her neck. Someoneughed silently, sending a rumbled through her chest and again the brushing started. She pped the hand away and turned in her sleep, digging herself further into the warm bed. Bed? Her eyes bolted open and she came face to face with a dark green wall. Blinking her eyes again and again she tried to remember what was the color of her room¡¯s wall. Well, she at least doesn¡¯t have dark green walls. She turned her head the other way and shriek in surprise to see Dean sitting beside her, leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, legs; one on other as he stared at with those dangerous eyes which were making her heart race. Just to look away from his eyes, she looked around the room and found it a cold almost empty ce. There was only a mattress on which they wereid on and a dark carpet on the floor. Arge window was covered by heavy curtains and a white door which probably leaded outside. This wasn¡¯t Dean room either. Probably. ¡°Where are we?¡± She whispered finally looking at him. His eyes were now searching her carefully like they were waiting for her to panic or shout. But she knew it was impossible to feel frightened when he was here with her, she knew she was safe as home with him, always was and always will be. The faith she had in him; he probably didn¡¯t even deserve. ¡°The ce I¡¯m staying.¡± He replied, shifting slightly so he was closer to her, eyes watching her like a hawk. She gulped and held her breath, her mind suddenly refused to work. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you go home?¡± She asked, her voice shaking slightly. She knew he was watching her too closely as she tried to lean back somehow, searching for an escape but he seemed to be caging her, with his eyes and with his body. She could almost feel the heat from his body and she was trying not to tremble. ¡°Trust me, I went straight home.¡± He murmured and leaned more closer till he was a hair away from her lips. Her heart stopped. ¡°You smell delicious.¡± He continued in a murmur when she just stared at him, wide eyes. His lips touched the side of her mouth in a soft crease. No!Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org. She needed to talk to him. She needed answers. She needs to know what exactly did he meant when he told her he is taking her with him. ¡°I know what you are thinking about.¡± He whispered, tracing his lips to her jaw and she closed her eyes tightly, her blood was boiling up. ¡°I meant exactly what I said, I am taking you with me.¡± He continued while moving his lips to brush along her lips. She couldn¡¯t breathe. ¡°Why?¡± She managed to ask. She opened her eyes when she felt him lean back, his eyes looking at her with the dark look which seemed to make her want to hide herself. It was leaving her bare in front of him. Or not. ¡°I can¡¯t go on without you, no more.¡± He snarled, his eyes molding her into a possessiveness. She stared at him in surprise. Why did he sound so angry? Why was there so much anger in his voice? So much force? He didn¡¯t feel guilty for leaving, didn¡¯t me her then who was the anger aimed at? As he leaned closer again, she realized that staying around him was getting a dangerous thing. Sooner orter, she will die from theck of oxygen. ¡°You stayed two years; you can stay rest of the life as well.¡± She quietly replied and his eyes sh in anger, making him back away again. The guilt hit her once more. ¡°I bloody well can¡¯t! I won¡¯t!¡± He eximed with such force that she shrunk. His eyes immediately lost the fury and soften. He pulled away from the wall and with a quick move, pulled her over himself so that her stomach rested on his. Her eyes widen but no sound came out of her mouth. ¡°I want you with me, I can¡¯t live without you.¡± He stated as she stared at him without a word. She was looking at him like he has grown a second head which probably would be less surprising than this. ¡°I.. you wan¡­ why¡­ as.. what?¡± She managed to ask in a jumble up in confusion and frustration. Why did she felt so ridiculous? ¡°What do you think?¡± He demanded. How would I know? She wanted to demand back but restrain so and answered in a more polite way, ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± She has never felt this helpless in her life. The gods above were probablyughing at her right now. They probably made her this dumb for this very moment. ¡°As mine, you will stay with me as mine.¡± He stated. She just stared at him, in frustration, in confusion, in conflict. She didn¡¯t understand. This wasn¡¯t the Dean she knew, or was he? He always made sure that she was an arm length away from him, no matter what. Yes, he was possessive but she thought that was because he was looking out for her. ¡°What if I don¡¯t want toe with you?¡± She asked silently looking away from his eyes. He was silent for a long time but she still didn¡¯t look at him, she couldn¡¯t. ¡°Well, that would be a pity.¡± His voice was bitter, too controlled. She turned back her eyes slowly to his again though he was not looking at her but was ring at nothing, his jaw clutched tightly and knuckles white from restrain. ¡°What is this Dean? What is this? You disappear for two years without a note or message and now you are back to what? So, I cane with you? I don¡¯t even know you, Dean.¡± She said in helplessness. ¡°Of course you know me, I¡¯m the same Dean as I was when I was a kid.¡± ¡°But you are not, you have not been that Dean for a long, long time.¡± ¡°What are you talking about? I am¡ª¡± ¡°No, you are not!¡± She said loudly, firmly. ¡°The Dean I knew would never be what you became. He would not use girls to get them in bed, he would not drink, he would have maybe pulled a gun on someone but he would never have missed his studies. He would never have not been there for me. So, who are you? Who are you, demanding me to believe you are the Dean I have grown up with, who have been part of my every memory, who have been my best friend¡­¡± Her voice was barely a sigh when she said thosest two words. Instead of replying, he gave her a sad smile. For the first time since she knew him, he looked guilty. For what, she had no idea of. ¡°You ask such questions, sweetheart. You ask questions which held the answer in themselves.¡± ¡°Stop speaking in riddles!¡± She snapped. ¡°The only thing you need to know is that everything I have ever done was for you. I love you. I love you. I love you.¡± Chapter 10 Why was she trembling? Wasn¡¯t she frozen? Something was shaking, was it her heart? But hasn¡¯t her heart stopped? She couldn¡¯t breathe. I love you. I love you. I love you. His voice seemed to be ying like a broken record but she couldn¡¯t concentrate on it. His eyes, his eyes were embracing her, the pitch darkness in them was blinding. How can darkness be blinding? Isn¡¯t it blind itself? Then why was it that she couldn¡¯t see anything in that darkness except her own self. He loved her? Why? Since when? How? Why her? The questions took ce of his echoing words but yet his confession kept ringing in her ears. It seemed to be whispering like a warm breeze in the background. But she could feel it through her every nerve. ¡°What?¡± In state of startle the word escaped her lips in a breath. It was then she realized that it was him who was trembling under her. It was his heart which was pounding. It was him who was afraid. It was Dean, he was shaking. ¡°God, I am pathetic.¡± Dean growled to himself and covered his eyes with his arm while she could only stare at him, his heart still felt loud under her touch. ¡°Why?¡± She asked quietly. He removed his arm from over his eyes slowly, disying his darkened eyes once again. It made her afraid, the look they held, like a wild animal ready to pounce. He was no longer trembling but looked ready to kill if that. He moved his hand and grabbed a handful of her hair roughly but not painfully and brought her face extremely close to his own, once again knocking her breath out of her. Her face reddens and she tried desperately to back away, using all her force but he just gave her his cruel smirk and held her tighter. ¡°Stop moving, you are digging yourself deeper.¡± He said hoarsely, his voice sounding deeper. ¡°Let me go.¡± Sara demanded silently. ¡°You fucking ask for it.¡± And with that, he rolled her under himself and towered over her. The gasp barely escaped her mouth when he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying around, leaving her sports bra on disy. ¡°Dean¡­¡± She had only just called his name when he met her lips with his, his one hand still grabbing her hair and other brushing against her bare waist. She felt like she died. She was on fire, the burning trail he was leaving behind suddenly was obsessive. She couldn¡¯t push him away, couldn¡¯t breathe only because the man who just looked ready to kill, was yet again trembling. His hands touching her bare skin was shaking and hesitate. His heart had also gone wild once again and God, she was falling. His lips left hers and trailed down, towards her neck. Where his lips and hand have been hesitant over her, the touch on her neck was different. It was like an assault and she was losing her mind. Her hands holding his front were tightening. She was falling deeper. The words couldn¡¯t escape her mouth. She was losing her conscious, her chest pained. It was then it stopped. Not the touch but the assault. It was like someone was putting ice on the burns till only she felt him put his head against his neck and catch his own panting breath. Why was he breathless? ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± Dean shaking voice quietly echoed into the silent room. ¡°I scared you but you can¡¯t hate it. Please, don¡¯t hate it. Don¡¯t hate me.¡± He continued in a plead and yet his words sounded firm, demanded. They sounded like Dean. ¡°You did frightened me but I¡­ didn¡¯t hate it¡­ don¡¯t hate you.¡± She replied in a breathless voice. Her cheeks once again ming. Why can¡¯t she hate him?Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. His hold tightened on her even more and he moved his arms to hug her. He was trembling once again. ¡°Oh, thank God. Thank God.¡± He murmured into her neck making her nerves jump. ¡°What is wrong?¡± She checked out in a hesitant pace, slightly confused for the reasons of his apology and shaking. That wasn¡¯t the Dean she knew; he would never be afraid of something enough to start shaking. ¡°Nothing.¡± He whispered back and slowly let go of her. Leaning away his weight from her body, heid down on his side and just stared at her which those wistful eyes. His eyes slowly moved to her neck where just few minutes ago he was attacking and a proud smirk made it to his face. He raised his hand and slowly brushed the ce, making her freeze altogether. Her nerves once again getting jammed up but almost like he was electrified, he moved his hand away and turned to the other side. ¡°There is a bag in the closet. Pick a shirt from it. Just from the bag.¡± His rough voice sent a shiver down her spine. With a sharp blush, she dashed for the closet and quickly pulled out the red bag on the side. Opening it, she grabbed the first shirt she could touch and quickly changed herself into it. It felt airy and cold but it smelled like Dean. It was mind fogging. She turned and screeched to see Dean sitting up, eyes following her every move. She felt the hair stand behind her neck. Why did he look wild? ¡°You still have not given me an answer.¡± His voice sounded angry. Bipr bratass. The distance between them had cleared her mind a little. She could at least think a little better. Her past anger returned. ¡°What answer?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t fucking y with me, O¡¯Brian.¡± He snarled and this time the wildness was different, he didn¡¯t look ready to pounce but more like, furious. She couldn¡¯t back down nor could she avoid this forever, after all she was the one who wanted to talk it out. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± She sighed. It was the most honest of answer. He loved her but why? How? Why? Also, since when? If he did love her then why did he y around? Why did he leave her alone for two freaking years? Why did he make her suffer like that? ¡°I see, then I have to change your mind then.¡± The wildness suddenly gone and in took ce a firm expression. His eyes though, still had the craze look and it was making her search for a ce to run. ¡°How?¡± Before she could stop herself, the question escaped her lips. He slowly rose up and with almost a mock manner, walked slowly towards her with a devilish smirk. Caging her between the closet¡¯s door and himself with his hands on each side around her head, he leaned in close enough that she could breathe in his rough scent. ¡°I will ruin you, mess you up. Take away everything till you have nothing but me if I have to. Possess your mind till you can¡¯t think of anything but me. I will do anything to make you mine, O¡¯Brian. Anything.¡± Chapter 11 ¡°Dean!¡± The startled voice made him back off from the door line he was leaning on. He slowly straightens himself and looked over at the open door. Seeing Sara¡¯s mother always brought along a warm tightening in his chest. He adored the woman, mostly because she was so like Sara but a small part of him did love the woman who actually treated him like a son. He gave her a side hug willingly enough, the smell of chocte cake hit his nose making him smirk for it was such a sweet smell, quiet opposite to her daughter who had a dark, addicting scent. She had seemed to grew older since thest time he saw her. The grey strikes in her hair were increasing and the smile lines have gotten more prominent. Yet, he knew she have been very strong just like Sara was. ¡°Why didn¡¯t youe insidest night?¡± The demand came in a scold but the twinkle in her eyes warmed him once again.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org. ¡°Sara¡­¡± He trailed off. A sh of understanding came over her face and she smirked and at that second, he felt like she wasughing at his desperation. Without a word, she turned to leave, leaving the door open for him to enter. ¡°That is girl is as dumb as her father.¡± He heard her murmur under her breath and he was amused. But his amusement soon turned into worry and anger. He wasn¡¯t able to sleep the whole night just thinking if she was mad or angry or worse of all, if she hated him. He didn¡¯t lie when he said he really didn¡¯t care but it would be easier if she didn¡¯t hate him for it. He really didn¡¯t want her to hate him for what he was because this was what he was. He had always meant to have her, possess and own her. She never had a choice. He wondered around the lounge; every corner of the house was echoing with herughter from his memories. He noticed the change of photographs in the frames and it stilled him for a second. Every frame which used to hold picture of his and Sara was exchanged by family photos. Once again, the stabbing pain hit him yet he couldn¡¯t bring himself to feel guilty of what he did. But he did realize all over again that he still had no idea how much he had hurt her from what he did. ¡°You noticed.¡± He didn¡¯t have to turn to recognize the voice of Jamie, Sara¡¯s younger brother. He felt him stand beside him but he still couldn¡¯t get himself to move or take his eyes away from those exchanged photos. ¡°You left a mess behind, Dean. But I trust that it was better to leave that mess rather then what would have be if you would have stayed.¡± Dean dropped his eyes. Jamie seemed to have gotten even more smarter. ¡°Does she really hate me?¡± Dean asked. His voice was the same, nk of any emotion but inside, he felt like a pathetic child waiting for the worst. ¡°Sis is pretty dumb but she doesn¡¯tckmon sense. I think in her own way, she is in conflict with herself too. But you need to be patient, Dean. She waited months for you to contact her, telling excuses for you, trying to assure herself that you won¡¯t leave her at least. In fact, if I even loved my sister a little, I would have killed you the second I found out you were here but I know you were trying to protect her but I will ughter you if you tried to take her unwillingly. She was so hurt by being abandoned by you that she wasn¡¯t even able to feel much when dad passed away.¡± Dean tried not to flinch as the images from a year ago shed in his mind like a fucking record. The fact that he was standing so close to her that he could see the small nkness of her eyes. He had run towards her, losing his patience but was saved by his own men. He had almost forgot the whole fucking reason to stay away from her. Now, remembering her face- it had seemed to age a little. There was a faint matureness on her face, the smile she gave was controlled like she was afraid to give away too much. ¡°Why the hell are you here?¡± The angry kitten like growl made them turn to face Sara who was looking frustrated. God, she took his breath away. Looking at her from head to toe, he didn¡¯t notice Jamie slipped away from the room. ¡°Go change.¡± He ordered. ¡°Excuse me!¡± Sara raised her eyebrow in challenge and he almost attacked her then and there. ¡°Change, I can make out your red bra.¡± He replied with a smirk, unmoved by her attack posture. The blush came as he had expected and as heughed, throwing his head back- Sara raced back upstairs, shouting all kind of names to him. He had not actually seen the bra except the strap which was disyed from her shirt but that crop top was a little too revealing. No way she was going that way in front of any other male, unless that male had ck eyes, ck hair and it is him. He made his way towards the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs seemed to fill the whole house. Entering he saw Britney putting the table for two and he smiled at the thousand memories which invaded his mind seeing the small table set with food. He hadn¡¯t realized he lost focus till someone kicked his leg from behind and he was just about to punch that person till he saw it was just Sara, this time in a sleeveless white cotton shirt. Couldn¡¯t he snatch her and hide her from every eye except his own? ¡°C¡¯mon honey, breakfast is ready. It¡¯s been so long since Dean had breakfast with you.¡± Britney tried to lighten the atmosphere but her face fell when her daughters next words were, ¡°Not long enough.¡± He quietly took a seat and put some scrambled eggs and bacons in his te. Sara took a seat and he watched as she drowned a ss of orange juice and then started munching on a chocte chip muffin watching him with her gorgeous ring eyes. He could swear she was killing him in her head and he was loving it. ¡°Why are you here?¡± The question came out of nowhere. Swallowing the bite, taking his time doing so, he replied, ¡°I thought we could go to school together.¡± ¡°Together? You say it like you ar¡ªwhat?! What?!¡± The loud demand just made her look more tempting. He had noticed that, she had be more vocal with her thoughts. Like she needs to get them out of her mind to her tongue. ¡°I left before I could graduate so I had decided to finish school.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t know shooting people and beating the shit out of them required schooling.¡± He watched the way the words left her mouth; a humorless smile made her look suddenly dangerous. She has gotten more cunning with her tongue. God, that mouth. Focus! Leaning forward so he could get a sniff of her scent he said quietly, ¡°You should be watching that mouth of yours, as much as I would love to get the repeat ofst time- same can¡¯t be said for you. At least not yet.¡± She froze for a second and he forgot to breathe when a blush made its way to her cheeks the second time already. But then her eyes turned hard and dropping them from his gaze, she murmured, ¡°I go with June so go by yourself.¡± ¡°Oh, I called her and made her very clear that I would be the one going with you.¡± He knew the casualty of his words were going to piss her off and it did. He smirked as she clutched her knuckles and took few deep breaths. Chapter 12 ¡°Is this your fucking n? Because it sucks.¡± The hiss made him want to hit himself in his fucking brain. She was right. The n sucked and there was no way in hell she is going toe with him pushing and pulling and a small, tiny, almost uncared part didn¡¯t want that but damn that part was like a earwig and yet, when he needed the reminder- it never bothered toe to his mind! ¡°Don¡¯t curse, O¡¯Brian.¡± That was all he could say in answer. ¡°Don¡¯t curse, O¡¯Brian.¡± She quietly mimicked him but not quite enough which made his smirk. Who else would have so much guts? He waited patiently for her to finish her breakfast, knowing they were half an hourte but telling her now would just ruin his fun. He couldn¡¯t help but stare at her mouth which was chewing the food like vengeance. It was fascinating and amusing and fucking temping at the same time. When without a work she rose, he followed her quietly, watching her in amusement as she angrily stomped outside and quietly sit in his car like she owned it. It made him smile. She didn¡¯t even know it herself how much she belonged to him. The drive to the school was short and he spend it ncing at her about every two second which was she didn¡¯t notice because she had miss ced her physics report. He had tried his very best to notugh out loud but watching her distress as the school drew nearer, he knew he will make a sound soon enough. And he did, he had burst outughing when she refuses to get out of the car. ¡°This is not funny you asshole! Today was thest day!¡± She growled at him which smacking him. ¡°Did you even do it?¡± He asked while grinning. And to his not so surprise, she actually froze and thought over that which made himugh all over again. The yet again panic of not remembering whether she did it or not could never be not funny. She was fucking adorable. ¡°I¡ªI did do it. Will you keep your mouth shut? If you can¡¯t help, stop making the situation worse.¡± She scolds him with her fired up eyes and he just wanted to kiss her till she couldn¡¯t breathe properly. ¡°Get out, I¡¯ll handle it.¡± He sighed, looking away from her before he actually does kiss her. ¡°How? By threatening the teacher? I don¡¯t think so.¡± ¡°O¡¯Brian¡­ trust me.¡± He had turned his eyes back to her when he said that. He had tried his best to soften his voice and expression. Her eyes which were frustrated turned nk as she stared back at him for a long time. He had no idea what was going in the head of hers but when she dropped her eyes, he knew he had won the battle. Without a word, she got out of the car as he watched her till, she entered into the building. His eyes then moved towards the surroundings, old habiting to the surface. Maybe he couldn¡¯t believe it himself that he was free, free to love Sara O¡¯Brian. Seeing nothing out of ordinary, he got out as well and slowly entered the building. Making his way towards principal¡¯s office, he thought over how to handle this. Of course, he can always threaten the old hag, what O¡¯Brian doesn¡¯t know won¡¯t hurt her.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. The sectary greeted him with vary attitude and asked him to wait. He didn¡¯t have to wait long, thank God to that because the woman¡¯s eyes were pissing him off. She was probably new to the town for staring at him so carelessly. The principal wasn¡¯t very happy to see him either but knowing his reputation he made his paper through. His demand to have the same sses as O¡¯Brian was met with a knowing look which he returned with a nk one. It was so obvious to everyone except that damn, oblivious brat. He was just about to lose his cool when the schedule was handed to him. He nced at it and without a word, left for the search of that old hag of the physics teacher. He found the room easily and frowned when he saw that there was a ss going on. He was already annoyed enough as it is, it had been an hour since he had seen O¡¯Brian and he was getting frustrated. Without second guessing, he entered the ss full and ignoring every eye on him- stopped in front of the old hag¡¯s table. The old hag looked at him from above his sses and raised an eyebrow. ¡°Mister Wood. How can I help you?¡± He asked, leaning on his chair. ¡°The report due today- move it further.¡± Dean replied with hesitation. His voice firm and daring. ¡°Do I even have to ask why? Miss O¡¯Brian have not handed her report, have she?¡± The old hag asked and a nerve twitched in Dean¡¯s head. ¡°That is my business. Do what you are told.¡± Dean growled in answer. The old hag stared at him for some time but it was enough to increase Dean¡¯s fury and he probably saw that because he nodded and with a wave of hand, dismissed him. He turned and was just about to step out of the ss when the old hag¡¯s voice pauses his steps. ¡°You cannot always help her, Mister Wood.¡± Dean turned his head to meet the light blue eyes of the old man. It seemed like everyone had held their breaths, waiting for him to blow his fuse. ¡°Watch me, old man.¡± Chapter 13 She could feel his eyes, ring holes in her back. Well, he could suck it for all she cares but she was not turning around. What was he even doing, following her to every ss? Who even allowed him! And even if he had started here again then why do he have to be in the same sses as her. The mark on her neck covered by band-aid suddenly starts burning. She felt like he was staring right at it. Oh, she was furious. He had no idea how furious she was when she went home and saw that almost purple mark on her neck. Like a freaking tag, he had made his mark on her. Ignoring her racing heart and concentrating on the teacher, she tried to avoid June¡¯s eyes as well. What was it with people ring at her! With everyone¡¯s stares and June and Dean¡¯s res, she will end up holy and it was not this nun kind of holy, it was the holes one. With that she also wondered if maybe bing a num wouldn¡¯t be such a bad idea at this very moment. Oh God, how she wished she was a nun! Shaking her head and scolding herself for being stupid, she started staring at the board again. The words looked like those alphabet noodles, all jumbled up and flush, now she was hungry. Couldn¡¯t she just think about one thing at a time! A small thud sound made her look at her desk. A chocte bar stared back at her. Confused, she looked around and saw Dean looking at her. With his head, he gestured towards the bar and she blinked at him in surprise. How did he know? Has he really not forgotten anything about her? Without an ounce of self-conscious, he stared back at her with those shadowed eyes. How could he stare at her this way? Without a worry? Without a look around of where he was. Can¡¯t he be discrete? Isn¡¯t he afraid? How can anyone leave their eyes so naked? Leave their soul for the world to see, with just one look tell what exactly the person was thinking. She wondered what her eyes showed? Were they as naked? If so then what were they saying? Were they shouting, screaming as his did or were they confused, in conflict as she was feeling? What was she doing? Why was she suddenly seeing such things? Recognizing exactly what Dean was thinking, exactly what his eyes reflect. He was treating her almost the same then why was feeling this way? Ignoring the damn kiss and those cursed words, he was the same then why she suddenly so aware of him? Why was she feeling like she was looking at him for the first time? Was it because before he had been a forbidden fruit, someone she could never stand beside but just stay in his shadow as his friend? She has never thought of him more. Then why suddenly¡­. The loud cough shook her out of her stare off with Dean. She quickly looked away and hid her face, feeling it heat up. Her heart was racing at much faster pace now, and feeling his eyes still on her- her whole body felt like it was on fire.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. How long had they been staring at each other? The sound of bell made her finally look up again. Collecting her books, even if she knew that she couldn¡¯t escape either June or Dean- knowing June was the one who coughed, she tried ame attempt to run but someone already had grabbed her backpack. She would have fell on her bum with the force if it wasn¡¯t for Dean who came to the rescue. Rescue her ass. He was the reason she would have fell anyway. And why the hell was he was still holding her?! She tried to shake his hands off from her waist but he had a pretty tight hold. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and it froze her. ¡°Let me go, everyone is looking.¡± she breath out, desperately trying to calm her heart. In a snap she was turned to face him. Her heart almost stopped, meeting his darkened eyes. His eyes immediately soften. The way his eyes changed its emotions always surprised her for even his eyes were bipr like his personality. ¡°Why is my im covered?¡± Excuse me? im? What is this? A werewolf thing? She knew he noticed her unimpressed look but damn if he gave a fuck. He looked as serious as anyone can get. How was she supposed to answer such a ridiculous question? She needs to get her emotions straight first. Was she even angry? Yes, she was very embarrassed and felt self-conscious but was she angry at him? He was treating her like an object which he owned and yet, the thought had taken her breath away. Of all the people, she found a sadist to befriend. ¡°I am not your property.¡± He stared at her nkly for a long while. Searching her face for something, weighting her words and then he sighed softly. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. Everyone already knows anyway.¡± ¡°Know what?¡± she demanded. Could he back off? She couldn¡¯t breathe! ¡°That I love you.¡± She felt like someone had paralyzed her, some unseen force was holding her. She wasn¡¯t breathing, seeing, feeling anything. It was like everything was on fire around her and yet, she was standing within it- untouched. God, she couldn¡¯t breathe. She has heard those a million times. Even before he had left two years ago- these words have left his mouth sometimes unconsciously. The times they haveid on the rooftop, staring at stars or the time he had walked her to ss. It wasplete random times and it was spoken like a statement, or habit and she had taken it as that. But since his return, when he spoke those words- they have frozen her. Burned her and shattered something inside her. He said those words again, the same way he had two years ago. Nothing likest night but emotions dancing in his eyes were messing her whole system. The voice was the same from two years ago but the eyes were of a man dering his love, putting his whole world in hand of someone. Or had it always been like this? Once again, she thought why suddenly she could understand everything that went through his head, why she could recognize every emotion in his eyes. ¡°Stop looking at me which such eyes in front of so many people, I might not be able to stop myself.¡± he whispered so quietly that she barely heard him. He let her go slowly and moved his lips in a somewhat, grim smile and walked away. She stood, still frozen. That bastard. She suddenly wanted to cry. She was so tired. He needs to stop messing up with her head. ¡°What the fuck was that?¡± the demand unfroze her and made her meet the furious eyes of June. A sh of emotion went through her eyes which made Sara blink in surprise but it was gone as soon as it hase. Maybe it was her imagination. ¡°I don¡¯t know anymore.¡± she murmured and start walking towards her next ss, June beside her. ¡°He really need to watch it and you; you need to tell him off.¡± June sneered and Sara felt a zip of irritation go through her. She shook it off but the question once again made her confused; Why was June talking this way? Sure, she has never liked Dean much, even in start but the feelings were mutual from both sides. Dean also hated June but June had never been so vocal with the hatred. She has disyed her dislike every now and then but it has contained of ament or two or just res and sneers. Dean had never done anything to make her hate him that much. This was getting too much for her little brain. The next ss went without a hitch because Dean didn¡¯te. She was disappointed and relieved at the same time and it just made her even more frustrated. Can¡¯t she have one feeling at a time? Was it so much to ask? June seemed to be in better mood when Dean didn¡¯t arrive in the next period either or lunch. In fact, she was back to herself, chatting about the uing new series or something making Sara brush off her before thoughts. June was fine, she was just seeing things, useless things. But that still didn¡¯t quiet down the voices in her head. She had nced around a hundred times, hoping and not too- to see him. It was as if every fiber of her body felt him, was aware that he was back- within reach. And as her body knew he was back, it wanted to be as close to him as possible. But there was the other part, the brutally hurt part which was getting smaller in size with every passing minute with Dean but it was still alive and it came to the surface every time he tried to get close. She remembers those sleepless nights, those nightmares- those frustrations and hopelessness. Not knowing whether he was alive or not, not knowing anything. Could she really forget that? Chapter 14 The lunch passed without a single sight of him. As June waved her goodbye to get to her next ss, Sara walked unwillingly to her own. Her feet suddenly felt a heavy, she was dragging them in hopes of not copsing. When did she sleep properly? She had only reached halfway to the ss but the silence around her told her that she will bete. She did not see the arm which suddenly shot out from nowhere and pulled her in the darkened ss. In her confusion, she heard the lock being turned and her brain panicked. She was going to get raped by some creep and will never be able to walk down the alter as a virgin. Not that it was the idea in the first ce. She was yet again engulfed by the heavy arm but this time the rough scent which surrounded her, felt familiar, too familiar. Like a sh of fast forward videos, the memories of the scent jolted through her brain. What was this guy doing to her? She was turned around to face the creep and which blinking her eyes to adjust in her darkness, she caught a glimpse of Dean. She was actually not surprised at all. So she wasn¡¯t going to get raped. But a creep caught her was true enough. ¡°What do you think you are doing?¡± She hissed, struggling to get out of his grip. Had this man no idea what such closeness does to her? She still hasn¡¯t gotten hold of herself since thest encounter. ¡°I haven¡¯t seen you for couple of hours now.¡± The reply came so casually that she wanted to p his face and would have if she could see it properly.N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content. ¡°Let me go.¡± Sara managed another unsessful attempt to get free. Bad decision. The grip got stronger and she was pulled closer against his chest- the heat was suffocating. It felt like his body was on fire. She could feel his racing heart and it did wild things to her own. How can he look like this when his heart was racing like this? She raised her head to look at his, as her eyes have adjusted better now- she saw his eyes, nk and shadowed staring back at her. She felt her breath stuck in her throat. ¡°I have told you to stop looking at me like that, O¡¯ Brian. You are going to be the death of me someday.¡± The hoarse voice made her gulp and she couldn¡¯t breathe at all. ¡°It doesn¡¯t have to be someday. Let me go and I will make it today with your own choice of weapon.¡± She managed to voice out. She had meant to sound clear and stern but it came out in a squeak. Hisrge boomingugh echoed right through her heart. The sound, making its way to her memory like a tattoo- the heat from before rose in roar. She stared at him in surprise. God, he was a beautiful man. No wonder he was an asshole. ¡°Weapon of my choice, huh?¡± He suddenly smirked and she gulped again. Maybe she had said something wrong? She wanted to look away from his heated eyes but she felt like her head was drilled into the ce. He leaned closer till she could breathe in his scent like air- and to her shock, ripped the band-aid and kissed the spot he had make his mark on yesterday. She felt a jolt right through her brain. ¡°If it¡¯s you, I don¡¯t care what it is.¡± he said in a husky voice, his hot breath sent a shiver down her spine. ¡°Marking, torture, burning and then leaving you to bleed to death.¡± She tried once again to take back the control she loses every time this man was around her. He stared at her while smiling softly. This time there was nothing else but adoration in his eyes and she knew the earth had stopped spinning- time had frozen. A storm was raging inside her, where his expressions were calm for the first time- she was trying to escape this suffocation of emotions. She suddenly realized that she should run, while she still had a chance. While she had not yet fallen for him, she should run and never look back because loving Dean was going to ruin her. He wasn¡¯t the type of man who let go. She could never match his pace and she was scared. What she felt every time he was near- she should escape before he messes her up for good. That¡¯s what he saidst night but never would have believed it but now she did and it was frightening her. He had probably seen the look in her eyes and had recognize it because that smile vanished like it was never there in the first ce. He grabbed her from the back of her head and brought her even closer, putting his lip on hers softly. The touch nothing like his hands on her but the intensity of the mes was higher. ¡°You can run, hide. I will bring you back from death sweetheart.¡± he whispered in a harsh breath against her lips. And oh God, she believed him. Chapter 15 If someone asked him when exactly he fell in love with Sara O¡¯Brian, he wouldn¡¯t have an answer for he was already in love with her before he even knew what it was. He was almost four when he had seen her. He still remembered the first time. She was born with a hole in her heart. Watching her from the ss window, he had recognized her small eyes in those many new born. When he held her, the smile she gave him was still engraved in his mind and yet he never was able to remember anything else from those times- not what his parents looked like or his teachers or even himself. His every memory was imprinted by her face from that moment. He had found the meaning of love when he was twelve. It was just some poet who had described love in one of his mother¡¯s literature books. And before he knew it, middle school ended. And each passing year had made him rougher, quieter and crueler. The reality of word had hit him hard and being so afraid he took the road he knew he could never turn his back from but for protecting Sara, he had not cared and never regretted it either. He lived for her. Toote he had realized what kind of man he had be. With blood on his hand and gun in the other- he has be a monster. But yet, without an ounce of regret- he lived. But watching her smile at him with such innocence and the pained expression on his every wound- he made a mistake. He distances himself from her, thinking he was no longer good enough for her but even in those time- a single breath of his name from her lips would have him running to her without a second thought. He knew he loved her but he realized his extent of love in those times. But now, times were different. He had stayed away, run away too long. It was time for him to snatch her away for his own self. He wanted her to see him only, taking her away from the world- he wanted to go somewhere in hide where no one could pull them apart. But he had rushed here without a thought. And he just kept doing what he knew, what he was. He couldn¡¯t help lose his head once he was around her- no matter how many times he went through a n to behave, one looks on her face and he was acting like a fucking alpha wolf. He had just taken a shower and was going through his bag for clothes when the door to the room opened. He didn¡¯t bother to look up. ¡°Dean.¡± ¡°What is it, Drake?¡± ¡°Someone is here to meet you.¡± He pulled on his jeans and threw the towel on the bed but almost immediately like remembering something, picked it up and properlyid it on the bed to dry. He didn¡¯t notice Drake¡¯s raised eyebrows in surprise. ¡°Who is it?¡± Drake watched his friend¡¯s ignorant attitude and slowly answered, ¡°It¡¯s your mum.¡± Dean didn¡¯t even bother to stop his action but continued his search for the watch. ¡°Sara sent her.¡± Drake knew this would get his attention and it did. He stopped mid-air, ring at nothing. ¡°God, that brat!¡± He growled and, in a sh, walked right past Drake- making his way downstairs still shirtless. His steps slowed as he came closer to the living room. He hasn¡¯t seen that woman in three years now, he couldn¡¯t tell what his thoughts were but one thing he knew was that he no longer cared for the woman dering herself his mother but for Sara, he was ready to hear what she had to say. She was sitting in a foreign manner, lookingpletely out of ce in a messed-up room. With her pearls and dress, she would have looked like ady of some rich family except the hollowness of her face and nkness in her eyes. Her eyes snapped to him when she noticed his presence and looked at his with hungry eyes- like a starved man given his first piece of food. He thought he would feel something, maybe a stab in his chest or even pity but all he could return was a look of pure indifference. ¡°Dean¡­¡± His name came out in a mere breath out of her lips while he took a seat furthest away from her. ¡°What do you want?¡± He asked, trying his best to keep his voice quiet. ¡°I just wanted to see y¡ª¡± He stood back up with such force that even his own head hurt for a second but without fluttering his steps, he stomped towards her and looked down at her like some unwanted object. ¡°You no longer have that right. Next time I hear, you went near Sara, I will show you how much I don¡¯t give a fuck about you.¡± The words were like a harsh p which made his mother tremble and her eyes watered. He left the room, leaving the now sobbing woman behind without a return nce because once, he had also cried as miserably as her and she had left him without a second nce. Shaking his head and returning to the present, he quickly grabbed his shirt from his room and pulled it on. Checking the time, he knew he would barely make it at Sara¡¯s house on time. His perfectposure was crumbling as he drew nearer to the house. The time he was outside it, his heart was racing and it took everything to not make a run towards the house. He entered without ringing the bell. He grinned slightly when he heard Sara arguing with her mother. It was like a daily ritual for them. He stepped into the kitchen and the arguing stopped. His eyes unconsciously met the Sara¡¯s figure the second he entered like some force pulled them to her. Dressed in camouge pants and ck t-shirt, she looked mouthwatering. His heart mmed against his chest when she red at him, instead of worrying about it- he wondered how much sexier could this brat get. ¡°Morning, Dean. Come have breakfast.¡± ¡°Yes, Dean. You can have breakfast and I will be leaving since I am gettingte.¡± Sara said while giving him a sweet smile which had him smirking. ¡°Today is Friday. You have P. E. You never attend that ss.¡± He answered easily while taking a seat. Sara was watching at him without an expression on her face but he knew she was surprised from the slight widening of her eyes and slight open mouth. Why it all doese down to that beautiful mouth? ¡°How do you kn¡­.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t underestimate my stalking tendency, sweetheart.¡± ¡°Stalking¡­. stalking?! What is wrong with you?¡± ¡°Nothing. What¡¯s so bad about wanting to know what you were up to?¡± ¡°I will put a restraining order against you!¡± ¡°You think that would stop me?¡± She red hard at him and then closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down and he grinned. She opened her eyes after few seconds and simply said, ¡°Your face is pissing me off!¡± ¡°And your face is turning me on.¡± He replied easily. He watched in pure bliss as her face reddened and her whole body froze. In that moment he hade very close to being stabbed by a fork and knowing himself, he would have dly let her stab him without a sound from his mouth and still think she is drop dead beautiful. Fuck, how much was he out of his mind for this girl? ¡°You¡­..! God! Just die!!¡± She finally growled like an angry kitten and he smiled, watching her as she stomped out of the kitchen.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. Shaking his head while grinning, he swallowed the food without tasting and hurried after her. Shouting his goodbye to Sara¡¯s mother, he got out of the house. Sara wasn¡¯t seen anywhere till his eyes saw a small figure walking hurriedly at the end of the street. He quickly got into the car and raced towards her figure, slowing only till he was beside her. Chapter 16 ¡°Get in, sweetheart.¡± Without even ncing at him, she continued her stomping forward- her face still red from anger. ¡°You do know that you are going towards the opposite way and your shoes don¡¯t match.¡± He said, trying not tough. She stopped like someone had put an invisible door in front of her. Breathing deeply, she looked down and clutched her teeth in annoyance. Without helping himself, he chuckled.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org. ¡°They don¡¯t look bad.¡± He said and grinned in satisfaction when she finally looked at him even if it was just to re daggers. ¡°Dean, what do you want from me?¡± He leaned back in the seat and sighed. What did he want from her? Wasn¡¯t it obvious enough what he wanted? He wanted to kiss her anytime he could, he wanted to hold her, pamper her, spoil her, make herugh, and make her so angry that she would attack him. He wanted to wake up next to her every day and kiss her good morning and goodnight and goodbyes. He wanted to hear her tell him she loved him, she belonged to him. Like an ongoing list, there were so many things he wanted from her. He wanted to mess her, ruin her, and make her unable to live without him as he was unable to breathe without her. ¡°I want to you be mine, O¡¯Brian. That is all I have ever wanted from you; all I would ever ask of you.¡± He knew she didn¡¯t believe him; he could tell from her eyes- her face. There was nkness in them. She was blushing but she was looking at him right in the eyes, daring him- mocking him. And he was being mocked. He hated that. He despised himself. Her hollow globes were paining him to the extent of leaving him breathless. He knew he had been fooling himself. If he was close to her physically of course it would make her ttered. But that could be because she had never been that close to another man. He was once again pushing her but he didn¡¯t know what else to do, he had no n to win her back. He had underestimated how much he had hurt her. He had underestimated how much colder she have gotten, how much she has grown. ¡°Do you expect me to believe that?¡± She asked him. ¡°Yes, God damn it. Yes.¡± He pushed the words out. ¡°Okay. How about this, I will tell you I will be yours; I will love you and spoil you and make you fall so much in love with me that you won¡¯t know what to do, who else to look at and then one day, I¡¯ll pack my bags and leave without a note, without a word. I will never show you my face or let you hear my voice for two years. And thene back, say sorry and hope that everything is back too normal. How about it, Dean? Are you up for that? We would finally be even then.¡± Her words had not been spoken in anger, in spite. It was in a quiet breath, but he had died under their force- their pain. He wanted to speak, he wanted to say, to shout that he had a reason, he had to do it. If he had not left, she would have died but in front of those few words she had spoken, his reason seems to mean nothing. He suddenly realized that if he would have been in her ce, if she would have had left him- he would be dead by two months. He would have had been able to live that long enough without seeing her. He closed his eyes, trying to breathe. His hands clutching the steering wheel tightly, his whole body felt numb. ¡°I don¡¯t want to regret leaving you, Sara.¡± He finally said. His eyes were still tightly closed but he knew she was there. He could smell her, sense her, and feel her. ¡°Why? Because my life was in danger?¡± She asked. His opened his eyes slowly, turning his head to face her. ¡°You have no idea how much danger your life was in. No idea.¡± ¡°And you do? I came this close to killing myself twice- ending my life. What would you have done if I had done it? What would be the point left for this sacrifice you gave?¡± She demanded. Her eyes were watering now but her face was still nk. ¡°I was always watching you; I would never have let that happened. I would never have let you leave me.¡± He knew he had done things selfishly. He had made decisions based on the things he could live with, he could survive with. He had thought out the whole thing on the base of him being in love with Sara O¡¯Brian but he had missed it, missed that fact that in a way, she has also loved him. But the guilt he never wanted to feel, the regret he never wanted to have was started to haunt him. There were other ways, he knew he could have found another way but none of them would have assured him the safety of Sara. But looking at the hallow eyes of the woman he loved- he was feeling sick to his stomach. ¡°No, you just expect me do to things your way. Run at your pace- but when ites to yourself, everything suddenly has a reason.¡± With those words, she changed her direction and started walking. He knew she was crying. She didn¡¯t fall a single tear in front of him but he knew, she was crying. Because the sound seems to be shouting in his head, it was like needles stabbing in his brain. Without even thinking anything else, he got out of the car and chased after her figure. He might not know how to treat a girl but he knew you never let a crying girl leave. Reaching her he grabbed her arm and pulls her towards his chest, hugging her petty figure- hiding her from the rest of the world. He wanted to do that, hide her from every eye except for his own. That is what he seems to want since he hasid eyes on her. She wasn¡¯t sobbing, but he knew she was crying. His ears still hurt. ¡°I beg you; I beg you.¡± He whispered in her hair. He had no idea what he was begging for. He just wanted the sound which was screaming in his ears to stop. He just wanted it to go away. Somewhere in the very back of his mind there was a small voice which was telling him he shouldn¡¯t havee back but his selfishness was much greater than that voice. Much louder, more intense. His love for her was too big to be hidden behind darkened window cars. ¡°The only excuse I could give you is that I was human. I am human.¡± She raised her head to meet his eyes and the small gasp left his mouth when he saw her watered eyes. There wasn¡¯t a stain of tear on her cheeks but he knew she had cried. The wetness had passed through his t-shirt and touched his chest. It was burning the skin. Before she could say something, screeching sound made his look up and Sara also turned. Before his brain could take action, he was pushed out of the way from Sara¡¯s body with brutal force and he realized toote what had happened. He could see anything, hear anything. Not the car which was already gone and not the words he was shouting. All he could see was red. Sara O¡¯Brian was left in the puddle of blood. Chapter 17 She was standing in the park. The image felt so real and yet she knew she wasn¡¯t there. Looking down on her hands, they almost felt transparent in the evening sun which was passing its brightness right through her. Familiarughs made her freeze for a second before she slowly turned to see the memory chasing past her. The two children holding hand felt so out of ce. She couldn¡¯t breathe. She didn¡¯t know she still had this memory. She recognized them almost immediately. How could she not? Dean looked older from his eight-year-old self and she looked youngerpare to her four-year-old. She could still remember the touch of his hand as he had held it tightly since her mother had told him to take care of her. She watched in awe as he patiently walked, matching the pace of her younger version as she kept falling and tripping over nothing. Every now and then brushing her clothes for the dirt and trying his best to support her little body with his own. Now, looking at everything from someone else¡¯s sight- she could see it. In that little boy¡¯s eyes, and touch andugh- she could see it, the adoration he held for her. How his eyes never left her face, how he would walk beside her. Each action was already screaming that he was in love with her. Dean has been in love with her since she was four. Or maybe even before that. Why have she been so blind since forever? She could her heart race so fast it was getting painful. The wind suddenly picked up and she closed her eyes tightly, it felt like the earth was spinning with full speed till it suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes carefully to see herself standing in her room. But it was not the sight she had seen since she entered high school. The walls were green and the bed was small. Stuff toys were spread all over the room. Her younger version was crying while being held by Dean. She remembered the memory; she was ten and it was the first time Dean hade to her bleeding. She could hear her own silent cries echoing in the silent night. Dean was whispering something but she didn¡¯t bother toe closer to hear because she still remembered them. He had kept telling her that it¡¯s okay, he was fine. He was okay. It didn¡¯t hurt. It will heal, it was okay. He loved her, more than this life. ¡°Stop crying, I beg you. Stop crying.¡± In the light of moon, she saw something she had not noticed that time. A silent tear which had fallen from Dean¡¯s eyes as he had begged her to stop crying, twisted everything inside her. If she could shout, she would have shouted for her past self to stop crying. But she couldn¡¯t do anything- like a paralyzed body, she could only see it all helplessly. The wind picked up again and this time she didn¡¯t close her eyes but kept her eyes on the disappearing image of her memory till a new memory was standing in front of her. It was her middle school hallway. A few high schoolers had surrounded her small figure, caging her against the bathroom stalls. They did not feel as big as they had at that time. She could see her figure staring at them in confusion, not knowing what they were doing. She wanted tough. It seemed too obvious now. Why was it so hard to figure at that time? But instead of looking at herself, her eyes were on the door of the bathroom. She knew it would burst open any second and it did. Breaking the whole door, Dean had entered looking as furious as she could ever remember. She knew she had never seen him this angry. It was the first time she hade eye to eye with Dean everyone feared and she remembered feeling nothing but relief seeing that side of his. She watched him carefully this time, observing that his body was shaking. His hands were clutched so tightly as so they were turning white. And his eyes, they were terrifying, hazed. He looked like a mad man but watching her past self, standing in the middle of those high schoolers- she looked just confused. Dean stalked towards them and grabbed the nearest girl from her arm, twisting it in her back. She had cried out in pain but his eyes didn¡¯t change but they took a round of every face there except her and warned them to never show their faces to him again. When they all left, she watched from the just five feet away how he pulled her to his chest and suddenly, his anger was gone. The change was so quick that even now, she of the present was surprised. She shouldn¡¯t be. He was asked her if she was hurt when once again the wind picked up. She didn¡¯t want to leave. She didn¡¯t want to go back. Everything had changed. Times had changed. She didn¡¯t want to be bitter anymore. She wished she could walk those halls again, could sit beside Dean as he drove around finding an open ice-cream parlor at two am just because she wanted to. She wished she could still open her eyes in morning and see him beside her. Always not touching her but still beside her. The time she could touch him, feel his warmth. She could see herself dance in her eyes, sometimes pretend to be asleep when he would trace his fingers on her face while whispering her name to the silence. Or to the million times she had felt his lips brush against her forehead or fingers. The wind had stopped and she was once again in her room. The walls color had changed, red seem to be running whole around the room with the coordination of ck. Her fifteen-year-old self was sitting on the bed, eyes filled with tears but there seem to be no sound of crying. The door burst open and Dean entered eyes so afraid, face so white that Sara couldn¡¯t take her eyes off him. Was he really that scared? Why was he scared? She remembered that she had called him and had barely managed to say his name before she hung because she couldn¡¯t speak. She could hardly breathe at that time. And as Dean embraced her younger self, she felt herself in the home of his arms as well.N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content. The room shook when she started screaming and God, she had cried. She had cried till she was unable to produce anymore tears but now watching herself cry like it was the end of her world- she saw Dean. He looked pale, grieved, sickened. Deadened. She could see his shaking hands as he tried helplessly to control himself for her. His eyes were wide, she knew he wasn¡¯t breathing. For the third time in her life, in thisnd of somewhere between reality and dream- her world once again broke in pieces. Seeing Dean like this, seeing his horror-struck face like his own world was crumbling down in his hand- she wanted to shout to her past self to stop crying. She wanted to scream for her to stop because Dean couldn¡¯t take it. He couldn¡¯t breathe but before she could shout anything- the wind picked up again and once again, she was standing still and everything else was moving too fast. And when it stopped, she was standing in a darkened room. Her past self was fast asleep on the bed and a shadow sitting beside her. She slowly walked closer to see it was Dean. She couldn¡¯t remember the memory from anywhere. Dean was stroking her sleeping self. She stilled when she saw he was crying. Silent tears were flowing from his eyes and yet, his expressions remained nk. But his eyes, God his eyes- they looked the same way they did that day. The day she had cried her eyes out when she found out her father was dying. They looked dead. She watched as his lips touched her sleeping self¡¯s cheek and stayed there. She didn¡¯t know for how long. Maybe for hours or was it just few seconds? She couldn¡¯t tell at all but when she could see his face again- it had lost its wholeposer. The deadness in his eyes was now all over him. He was clutching his jaw so tightly that she could make out the veins. But he had stopped crying. She wished he had cried. She hated herself for it. Why had he not cried? Without looking back, he walked towards her window and jumped down. She watched as he raced toward a ck SUV and drove away. It wasn¡¯t her memory. It was his or maybe the part of her unconscious mind. It was thest time he came to her room before leaving. This time when wind picked up, she didn¡¯t notice because she no longer knew what to feel or do or to think. It was like getting to know a whole different world. She couldn¡¯t understand it. This time, she was standing in the graveyard. The sight of her father¡¯s funeral and watching herself who wasn¡¯t crying but just standing there- eyes nk, face cold was in front of her now. A suddenly movement from the side of her eye made her look at the far corner of the yard where a silver car was standing and against it- he was standing. She could recognize him from there, it was impossible not to. His eyes were on past self. He dide. He hade! Slowly, she walked towards him and the closer she came- the more she saw how much he had changed. He had fresh wounds on his face and he was carrying a bandaged hand. His face looked older from thest memory. But this time- instead of grieve there was a sickening expression on his face. She noticed he was shaking slightly- as if getting ready to make a run and he almost did. Before he could pounce, someone grabbed him from behind. His growls started so harshly that she was surprised how she didn¡¯t hear them that day. She stood there in shock as his growls slowly changed into silent cries as he tried to fight off three people away from him. When finally, tired, he slides down to the ground and sat there, eyes returning to her past figure as it stood alone on the newly put grave. The wind picked up again but God, she couldn¡¯t remove her eyes from his face. This time it didn¡¯t stop on one scene but images of Dean shed around her. Dean sitting outside her window at night, Dean in her room- putting her birthday gift on her side. His face kept shing around, she could no longer tell if this was a dream or not. Her head was hurting so badly. She just wanted to wake up already. But the images didn¡¯t stop and she couldn¡¯t breathe any longer. She wanted to wake up now! She tried to gain her conscious. ¡°Sara!¡± She was choking now. The pain in her head got stronger. ¡°Wake up, baby open your eyes! Sara, hey- don¡¯t dare close your eyes.¡± Not knowing whether she was dreaming his voice or not but she wanted to answer so badly but she felt so helpless when no words escaped her mouth. ¡°Please, baby. Open your eyes! I am begging you!¡± She could have shouted if she could. And suddenly it all started to fade away- Dean¡¯s voice, the pain in her head and her breaths. Chapter 18 The blood was rushing to his head. He had taken every beating, every bullet and every stab to not be standing in this moment. And no matter how many times his unconscious had tried to prepare him, ready him- nothing could estimate the time he was now standing in. He was feeling like everything he ever did in the name of Sara O¡¯Brian had gone to waste. His whole existence felt like a waste. Because the end of this story seems so unpredictable. He had always thought if someone had to die, it was him. He was suppose to die for her, he had given his whole life so she could breathe so why¡­ why just for his few counted breaths, she put her own life on the line? He didn¡¯t want to be here, he could still smell the scent of her blood, and it was imprinted in his mind, making him dizzy. He felt like he was swallowing it, his throat felt too damn tight. Breathing was getting harder as he tried to devour the small breaths of air he could still breathe but God, he no longer wanted too. There was no point to live in a world where O¡¯Brian didn¡¯t live. He couldn¡¯t feel his legs. He knew he would fall face first if he tried to stand. The constant rubbing, shaking made no difference. There was no longer any life in them. He have forgotten how many times he had rubbed off his tears which had tried to escape, the air around him was unyielding. It was suddenly too cold. Every time he blinked, there would be a new tear waiting for him to rub off. He could no longer see clearly. Not being able to stand the sight of her blood on his shirt, he tried to rush to the nearest bathroom. Falling and somewhat trying to find a way to walk again he reached inside and the second he did, he took his shirt off. Opening the tap, he put the shirt under the flowing water and started to wipe it- trying his best to get the blood off or at least scrap the smell which was pushing him over the edge. Again the back of his hand came to rescue the tears which seem toe back every time he tried to stop them but he should have known because the shake of his whole body was making it impossible to even feel anything. The nonstop flow of tears had made his eyes so foggy that he could no longer see and helpless, he slides to the floor- the tap and shirt forgotten but he could finally no longer smell the blood. His mind was going in circles, going through every possibility. But it was too much for him for his attempt to stop the crammed howl by biting his lip did nothing for a yelp escape his mouth and he curled in a small ball, right there in the bathroom floor. No matter how much tried to disappear in the cold wall, he couldn¡¯t. He had started to beg, to God. Plead from Him to let Sara live. A sense of dark bitterness went through him. There he was, so helpless that he had turned to God who he didn¡¯t even believe in. He was begging for his life from someone he had long forgotten to ever exist but he knew that it was hisst hope. Drums were going through his head, the loud noise was making him cringe and at the same time, he was drowning in it. His sanity was hanging on a thin thread and he was letting it hand there, without caring that he was falling into something there was no return from. He didn¡¯t know how many hours or seconds had passed when he heard his name from somewhere far away. ¡°Dean!¡± ¡°DEAN! Sh¡­.. sten to ¡­. e. Dean!¡± Someone was calling him but he didn¡¯t want to answer. He had no life left in him to answer. ¡°Sara, she¡¯s¡­.. You her¡­ me?¡­. be okay!¡± Sara? He slowly opened his eyes and saw a blurred image of Jamie who was moving his lips but Dean couldn¡¯t hear him. What happened to Sara? ¡°Sara?¡± her names escaped his mouth in a plea. His sensesing back to him. ¡°She¡¯ll be okay!¡± His eyes opened abruptly, he felt like he was hearing things. ¡°O¡¯Brian is fine? She¡¯s okay?¡± he sounded like a small child and Jamie couldn¡¯t believe him eyes. Who was this small boy? This couldn¡¯t be Dean, how could it be? The man in front of him looked like a petrified child who had gone through years of misery. Like darkness had eloped his surroundings and he was terrified in it. ¡°Yeah, she¡¯s fine.¡± Jamie replied as softly as he could. He didn¡¯t know how to handle Dean in this state. He felt like he was walking on thin ice, one wrong move and he might be the reason for Dean losing his sanity. ¡°But there was so much blood, the blood¡­.¡± ¡°It was just because of the force of impact from when she hit the ground. The car didn¡¯t hit her that badly. You hear me? She¡¯s fine.¡± Yeah, he heard him. She was alive. His Sara was still breathing in the same air he was. Breathing never felt so effortless. He tried to sit straight. His legs had their strength back. ¡°Here, take my hood. I prefer you don¡¯t go outside half naked.¡± Jamie handed him his hood which Dean took without a word because he no longer cared about anything except seeing Sara okay with his very own eyes. ¡°I need to see her.¡± He said while picking himself again. His legs were aching to make the run towards her. ¡°She is still unconscious, mum is with he¨Cyou should probably wash your face first, you would scare mum.¡± He just nodded and sshed water on his face. Taking the paper towel, he dried it and without looking in the mirror- he followed Jamie to the room she had been shifted to. His feet came to halt right outside the door. He unexpectedly couldn¡¯t find in himself to see her anymore. He didn¡¯t want to imagine how worse she looked. He didn¡¯t want to let his nightmarese true. The ache in his legs was reced by heaviness, a weight which was making it impossible to take another step backwards or forward. ¡°It¡¯s okay. Breathe. Sara is fine.¡± He raised his head to look at Jamie who was smiling slightly. His red eyes were now starting toe back to their usual liveliness. If he as her brother was fine then why was he so afraid? Dean nodded slowly and entered the room. His eyes in an instant went to the lifeless figure of Sara. No, she was just sleeping. He told himself. Sara O¡¯Brian was just fine. Sure, she had a bandage on her head and a bruise and few cuts on her face and he didn¡¯t want to even think how many damage was done under the nket which covered her body but she was fine. She was breathing on her own. She just needed to open her eyes and look at him. Open her mouth and shoot at him, just do anything. He was ready to do anything for her to look at him. ¡°Why the fuck is he here. He¡¯s the reason she is in this state.¡± He didn¡¯t have to turn to see that it was June but he didn¡¯t care. Her face wasst thing he wanted to see and if she didn¡¯t shut up, he would make sure no one would ever be able to see her face at all. ¡°June, it was an ident.¡± Jamie was saying but God, Dean couldn¡¯t remove his eyes from Sara. He was caged by an unseen force which had left his everything from breaths to feet in pause. Like gravity, Sara was pulling him towards her but he had trouble following that force. ¡°ident! It happened because he came back.¡± June cried out and he came so close to snapping her neck. His hands were aching for her neck. ¡°Jamie, take June outside.¡± He found himself saying. He had alreadye very close to lose his sanity and if that woman stayed even a second longer- he will go hulk on her sorry ass. Of course, it didn¡¯t happen without struggle but he knew that even Jamie knew he would actually kill her so he tried his best to quietly take her outside. It was then he noticed Sara¡¯s mother, watching him in silence. Her eyes red but she didn¡¯t look scared. She didn¡¯t look afraid. And yet, he was. Five minutester, he was finally alone with Sara. The silence turned out to be harder to breathe inpare to before. The machines attached to her were creeping him out. He was never the one to have a strong imagination but suddenly, he felt like the room hade to life. He could hear whispers and cries. The darkness in the room seems to be swallowing him. Even with Sara beside him, he have never felt so alone and scared. Fear still gripped his throat. He silently walked closer to her bed, his steps refuse to make any sound but how he wished they did because the silence was tightening. He hated silence in the presence of O¡¯Brian and she- she always used it to hurt him, make him feel guilty and he knew it as the sign of her being angry. It was terrifying. The thought of her not speaking to him used to terrify him and he found out that nothing have changed in past two years. It still scared the shit out of him. His body felt cold as he came right beside her still body. Her chest was rising up and down faintly. That was the only sign of life in the whole room. He couldn¡¯t feel the air passing through his nose anymore. He touched her hand with his fingers so gently as afraid she¡¯ll crumble like sand in his hand and he would just sit there watching her drift away because right now, it felt like everything was possible. Especially the possibility of Sara O¡¯Brian never bing his. And that was only possible if O¡¯Brian no longer lived. And he can¡¯t let this happen. He has not thought of a life without her. He didn¡¯t even know how to breathe or have a reason to live if she no longer lived. He took a seat beside her, his fingersing back to him again as if they were also careful to not make a mistake. It felt empty staring at her. He have watched her sleep many times, spend hours just counting her breaths, smiling like an idiot and feeling like a sting stalker and creep but right now in this moment, he have never felt more like a criminal because he knew- he have broken the one moral he had. O¡¯Brian. He could kill without batting an eye, he could torture like it was his fucking ytime and still sleep at night like a baby. But right now, sleep was thest thing on his mind. She held so much power over him that it would piss someone¡¯s pants if they knew. She just had to ask him to die and he would ask her, ¡°How?¡±. She could ask him to donate his fucking everything and he would just ask, ¡°To who?¡±. It was like being attached to strings and giving the control to someone else. In his case to aplete oblivious idiot. But yet he held never felt suffocating, his controlled conscious never felt unwilling. He was fucking brainwashed by the charm of a very blockhead person. His fingers once again reached out to touch her- pausing just a second before.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. Chapter 19 ¡°I¡¯m so sorry. I am so fucking sorry. Please¡­ I beg you. Please, just be okay.¡± He whispered through clutched jaw, his voice breaking slightly. He didn¡¯t want to know why he was so fucking weak when it came to her, why he could cry like a baby when it came to her. All he knew was that he didn¡¯t care. He didn¡¯t hate these sides, these glimpses which came to surface when O¡¯Brian was around. Maybe he liked to take himself by surprise or maybe it was for her that he didn¡¯t bother to mind. But he had loved her enough to make her his weakness but he was hoping that it would change because for him, she was also his strength. His only strength so yes, she was also a weakness but where she was the reason he could fall down on his knees- she was always the reason when he could fly. She was supposed to be fine, suppose to open her eyes in few minutes and yet- he couldn¡¯t wait. Last time he had actually seen her blood was three years ago and he was d to know that his ability to overreact have not changed at all because in a fucked up way, he loved worrying over her. It gave him a chance to watch over her, make sure she was fully safe but it always seemed like fate wasughing on his sorry ass all the fucking time. Mocking him by making him the reason behind her every pain and tear. He was a twisted bastard because where it was killing him, knowing she was in this state because of him- he was d. A small, hidden part of him had started to surface- a small happiness that she was ready to save him even when she had looked at him with such empty eyes. The hope he always had for her forgiveness had grown, bing a full blown teenager from a baby. Yes, he was that much of an optimist. The small movement from Sara stilled him, his sensesing back to present from hislnd. In a gasp like voice, her name left his lips, ¡°Sara.¡± She clutched her closed eyes tightly, probably from pain and his hand moved like lightning to hold her cold one- unconsciouslyforting her. Her closed eyes rxed, her hand responding back. The small squeeze she gave to his had made him grin like mentally sick puppy. He tried not to squeeze back with all his might for he wanted to- God, how he wanted to. His heart was racing so fast that it was almost impossible for him not to start jumping up and down. She tried to open her eyes, once, twice, thrice. A small sound of frustration escaped her dried lips and his grin widen. ¡°Its okay baby, take your time. I am right here.¡± His words paused her and her head moved towards his voice. ¡°Dean¡­¡± She whispered and Jesus he died. ¡°I¡¯m right here baby.¡± He said, kissing her hand. She tried to open her eyes again, almost in a hurry. This time they opened and she was staring right at him. Her empty eyes were no longer empty; they were so full of emotions that he was afraid he mighte undone. ¡°You are okay?¡± She asked, worry and fear dripping from her whisper like an overflow bucket and he of course was on the ninth cloud. She was worried for me. ¡°I¡¯m fine. You saved me¡­.¡± As the words left him, realization hit him. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he so fucking happy when he should be shouting his throat out at this stupid brat who almost left him! ¡°No, wait. Why the fuck did you do something like this? Are you crazy?¡± He demanded. Sara on the other hand was looking at him like he was weirdo who escaped from an asylum, which he could understand if he wasn¡¯t trying his best to not get distracted. ¡°What were you thinking? Did you know you could have died? So easily, you could have left me. God and I are not on good terms O¡¯Brian; He would have made me beg to follow you.¡±Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. He wanted to say more but her eyes were making his tongue refuse to say anymore. He had hard time believing that her eyes were not nk; for her eyes had looked at him like he was nothing, like the image of him was hurting her. Looking closely, she had a small smile on her lips. His breathe got stuck in his throat. The room was a little too silent but it wasn¡¯t like before. He was drowning once again but he didn¡¯t mind. ¡°You were crying.¡± She finally spoke, maybe being ufortable with his gaze. He leaned closer to her, almost unconsciously. Took a deep breath and found her no longer smelling like blood- but she was back to smelling like Sara O¡¯Brian. He knew she was alright now but still the invisible weight lifted from his shoulders. ¡°I do that a lot, crying thingy.¡± He replied, brushing his lips across her fingers, his own heart drumming from his actions. ¡°I know. You cried the day you were leaving me. You cried the day when you came to watch dad¡¯s funeral. You do this crying thingy, a lot.¡± She whispered and he had stilled. He didn¡¯t know how she knew but she did. He wasn¡¯t ashamed, just surprised. ¡°Yeah.¡± He didn¡¯t know what to say. Her eyes looked like they weren¡¯t expecting an answer either ways. ¡°You really love me.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± He answered without missing a beat but a part of him felt as she was not asking him, she was stating it. He was confused, his head and heart was turning into a mess. What was she getting at, because this was a strange conversation to have given the time and ce. ¡°If I tell you that I can never love you then what?¡± ¡°I will love you, still. I can¡¯t stop breathing O¡¯Brian.¡± ¡°I am not asking you to not breathe.¡± ¡°Not loving you, it is like not breathing.¡± He heard the small breath that left her lips. Her breathing was hitched, he could tell. He didn¡¯t care how he sounded; all he knew was that he needed to be honest. He had tried lying, leaving and God knows what not and it still made hime back to her. He would beg, plead or even cry if he has to- but he wanted her. How badly? He was unaware of that himself at the moment. He could never bother to question why because he didn¡¯t need to. He was okay, more than okay with being in love with her. ¡°You left.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°You can leave again.¡± ¡°No, I will never make that mistake again.¡± ¡°Even for keeping me safe?¡± ¡°Not even for the whole world, baby. Never again.¡± He watched as she closed her eyes tightly, a single tear escaping from her left one. He softly swept it away from his finger. She opened her eyes slowly; he didn¡¯t remove his from her ssy ones. ¡°I am in love with you, Dean.¡± Chapter 20 The words were banging in her head, it was physically painful to not shout them out loud when she saw Dean but she had somehow managed to wait. Somehow managed to make sure that he promises her before she admitted, any longer and she would have had blurted them out. But hearing theme out of her own lips still left her startled. She felt like a weight lifted from her chest, the pain suddenly disappearing like finding warmth after ice cold. While she still wasn¡¯t over the shock of admitting that she was in love with Dean, this was definitely a difficult situation. She was confused betweenughing or calling for help but the giddy feeling made her fall over the edge and she burst outughing. She couldn¡¯t believe her eyes but yet it was too hrious to notugh at. Dean had fainted. He had actually fainted. The sound of herughter was loud enough for Jamie, June and her mother toe rushing in. She was too busyughing and moaning in pain at the same time to notice anything else. ¡°What happened to him?¡± Jamie asked, his eyes held mild confusion towards the unconscious body on the ground. ¡°Did he finally die?¡± June was saying but Sara had a hard time forming words. ¡°I probably gave him a shock, waking up so suddenly.¡± Sara lied, trying not to break into a grin but her cheeks were hurting due to the effort it was taking. It was more surprising to slip a lie from her tongue so easily. Jamie brought some water from the bathroom and poured all of it over Dean¡¯s face who woke up, startled. Looking around his eyes stopped on her and she could see he wasn¡¯t breathing anymore. His stare was burning her skin, it was heated, intense or just a stare but yet she felt like her pulse was dancing to it, flushing her whole body. It was like tango instead of waltz, flying instead of walking. ¡°Are you okay?¡± Mum asked him, worried, helping him stand with Jamie. ¡°I am never been better in my whole life.¡± Dean replied, eyes still not leaving her face. She wished she could read his mind right now because she had never seen him so¡­ real. Had never seem his eyes dance or smile. ¡°Its gettingte, doctor said you can go home tomorrow. They would like to keep you under observation till morning just to be sure.¡± Jamie said, his eyes moving from his sister to Dean. He wasn¡¯t a fool, he knew something had happened, something which had made Dean fly to the ninth cloud because where his expressions werepletely nk, his hands were waltzing along with his nerves and his eyes, his eyes were gleaming. His twitching lips which were begging to move upwards in a grin bad Jamie smiling himself. He could see that Dean was trying very hard to not jump his sister, not in that way but in a puppy way. ¡°I¡¯ll stay.¡± The words left Dean¡¯s mouth faster than anyone could breathe. They didn¡¯t surprise anyone but were met with two identical grins and a growl from June. Sara knew her mother was staring at her, waiting for her to object and she did just not for the same reasons. ¡°Go home, Dean.¡± She said softly. He looked like a ghost. She knew her objection had disappeared into the thin air because he wasn¡¯t going to listen but she wanted him to go home, get some rest, not think over anything and breath so she could too. She was a dumb person, even she was admitting that but she had an idea what he went through in the hours she was unconscious because putting her in his ce seem like a wake-up call she desperately needed. Like when her body had moved to save him, how painless it wasparing to the image of him getting hurt. Before the impact had hit her, she knew she was in love with this childlike man who would give her the world if she asks.R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only He stared at her quietly, almost as if reading her every thought, understanding. ¡°I¡¯ll stay.¡± June put in. ¡°No, go home. All of you.¡± Sara said. She wanted to be with him but yet she wanted to be alone. She needed to calm her heart before it burst out for every eye to see. The reality which was going in her head, she wanted to not leak out. ¡°But¡ª¡± ¡°No buts, June. Go home. I¡¯ll be fine.¡± Her mother smiled at her and nodded. The only one seem to objecting was June but one stubborn nce from Sara had her backing down or the fact that at least even Dean wasn¡¯t staying was enough for her. She knew that Dean would still stay, they would have to drag him to take him away from her. Not today, not right now, not after this. Her mum kissed her goodnight and told her to call her if she needed anything. Jamie pinched her nose and grinned and June hugged her tightly. They all got up to leave but Jamie paused and whispered something in Dean¡¯s ear which made him smirk wickedly at her. She wanted to squeak. After they left, Dean was finally left alone with her, sitting beside her he seemed to be waiting for them to be alone because the second he was sure they had left the hospital, she was in his arms and he wasughing, loudly. The sound seemed to storm from deep inside him, as if he was blissfully happy. So much that theugh seems to escape him almost unconsciously. It was shattering something inside her. ¡°I am never leaving you again, O¡¯Brian. Especially not tonight.¡± He said, kissing her hair. His eyes dancing in the dark room, the shadow in the corners also seem to be roaming in his liveness. He had never looked so alive, so blinding. She was starstruck. She felt the air stuck in her throat and she never wanted to breathe again, just hold on to this moment forever because where she couldn¡¯t pass the oxygen through her nose- she had never felt so alive. It was like catching your breath after holding it for too long. But instead of inhaling oxygen, she was inhaling an addicted drug and God, she wanted it to continue. Dean¡¯sugh was that drug. She had never seen himugh. Never saw his whole body waltzing while being in one ce. Never saw his eyes so light in color or wet from glee. She had seen him cry in her dreams but never from happiness. She never loved him more than she did at this moment. Loved him more for his love for her. ¡°You look happy.¡± She broke the silence. His eyes still have not left her face. What he found so interesting; she had no idea. She probably looked like a train wreak but she had never cared so less because he made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered, that existed. ¡°Do you know how long I have waited for this moment? From how long I have not breathed properly? Happy is a small word to describe what I feel.¡± He answered her statement. His fingers brushing her cheek softly, his other hand held hers- soft lips touched them like air every now and then and every time she would forget to breathe. ¡°You have no idea how much self-control it is taking for me to not pick you up and run away, hide you so I can wipe those missed years.¡± He continued, his eyes shed in wild intensity for a only a second and then turned to the gleeful shine again. Her mind was going dumb. ¡°My love for you have been knocking inside of me for so long that I feel like any second, the door would burst open and I¡¯ll lose it. But I want to cherish you, I want to love you slowly, eagerly. I want you stay the Sara O¡¯Brian you are as you fall deeper for me; I want to take you so deep with me that you would forget you ever needed air. I want to be your air, your heart, your mind, your home. I want you to love the me who love you, the me who is a crybaby, who is stubborn, who could spoil you so rotten that you won¡¯t even need to move from your bed. I love you baby. For so long that I no longer know anything expect loving you. So when you say I look happy, baby- I am happy, enough to start jumping, enough to run like a crazy person, enough to not feel my mind so less that I can¡¯t even understand the words I have been saying.¡± Chapter 21 She had long stopped trying to find a space to breath. He wasn¡¯t giving her the space which wasn¡¯t even needed anymore. He has said he wanted to be air and almost unconsciously her body had given him his wish. She knew her stare was returned with a loopy, goofy smile. She really couldn¡¯t believe he was Dean.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. ¡°Close your eyes baby, get some sleep.¡± He whispered, still smiling. His lips brushed along hers softly but three secondster they came back again, almost unconsciously to touch hers. This time she felt them as more then air, she felt the warmth and gentleness- and embraced it. For the first time, she responded back- closing her eyes, with her clumsy attempt she kissed him back. His response assured her that he didn¡¯t give a flying fuck about her clumsiness because the next thing she knew, his tongue was in her mouth. Her eyes shed open in surprise for only a second, but closed as she concentrated on doing something rather than overthinking and not breathing. Dean probably guessed as much because he leaned away, eyes wild and dark. Breath out of rhythm. ¡°Please go to sleep before I¡­¡± He pleaded. More to himself than to her. His breathing still lost to him. Her face still felt too warm. Closing her eyes, she attempted to sleep while listening quietly to Dean¡¯s breathing as it got from ragged to calm again. She could feel his eyes on her though, because she felt the same burn she did when he always looked at her. But it was him who fell asleep first. While keeping his eyes on her, staring with those dark globes which made her shiver, he had unknowingly fell into deep slumber while still holding her close. She had opened her eyes to his soft snoring and saw him with eyes closed and mouth slightly open. He looked like a child. She discovered then that as long as his eyes were closed, he was just another beautiful man. But as long as his eyes opened, he was the beautiful man in love with her. She also realized that it was the first time she had watched him sleep. He was always awake before her and thest thing she always fell asleep to were his open eyes, gawking at her face. Why was it that so many realizations hit her on one single day? Has she been hurting him all this time? He did leave her but wouldn¡¯t she had done the same. Had done the same? It was the moment her body had moved on its own like it had its own mind that she realized that his actions were exinable, his excuse was okay because the moment of panic to save him, she had done the first thing she could think of. He also did the same. Both of their actions were stupid but people in love usually do stupid things in it. Her hand reached to finger his hair, the front was slightly wet, he probably washed his face a while ago. Breathing him in, he smelled like his old cologne. It was faint but still there. A smallugh escaped her lips when she remembered that it was her who gave him this scent the first time when he turned fifteen to celebrate his manliness. She thanked god that it was her mother who picked it or else he would still be wearing that flowery scent that she was going to choose. Cold wind touched her nose, turning her head she saw the window slightly open. It probably touched Dean as well because he pulled her even closer which had her flinching slightly. He just pressed the bruise on her waist. Wondering if old habits were still there, she gently tapped his shoulder. ¡°Hmmm?¡± He was still asleep. ¡°Dean, my waist.¡± She whispered. Still unconsciously, he removed his hand from her waist and moved it to her leg. Blushing she growled again, ¡°Dean!¡± ¡°Hmmm?¡± ¡°Hand! Move!¡± This time his hand went up to her shoulder and stayed there while he shifted slightly to readjust himself in afortable position. Well, asfortable as you can get on a single bed with a bruised person. A yawn escaped her mouth but she didn¡¯t want to sleep yet. In the back of her mind, she was still afraid to close her eyes. She no longer wanted to see those dreams again, no longer wanted to see Dean in that state. No longer wanted to wake up to find the bed empty. She wondered for how long these fears would continue to haunt her, what else was needed to be done for him to proof that he was staying for good. What did she need from him? But for once she was sure of something. If she woke up to find the bed cold from his space, this time she¡¯ll wait. For as long as she has to, she¡¯ll wait for him. Because he was there when she thought he had left, he had been with her when she cried, when sheughed, when she slept and when she was awake. When she wanted to kill herself and when she wanted to live so he will be there always. Her heart clutched painfully at the thought but her eyes stayed dry. She no longer wished to break down on such thoughts. He was finally with her, she wished to live as long as the time stayed the same. For after so long, she had been able to touch his warmth, she wanted to stay there for however long life was there to be. Because Dean was always her forever. Chapter 22 Dean has been in many life-threatening situations in his life, knife fights to gun fights to fist fights- he has done it all. Yet there never has been a moment where he had feared for his life. Bleeding, bruised, he has always known that he would make it. But at this very moment, he was very scared for his life. He had woken up in a blissfully painful position. O¡¯Brian had her one leg draped over his thighs. Her hand was on his bare stomach from where the shirt had slide up. Like a meal set against a hungry man, and he was starving. She looked too mighty delicious to not eat. In the shadow of the rising sun which was peaking from the window, she was a sight so damn beautiful that he couldn¡¯t breathe. It was terrifying. Gulping as quietly as he could, he tried to get her hand away from his bare skin. The skin was burned too much for him to not make a sound. She mumbled something but let him do it. Next step was the most dangerous one, to get her leg away. Picking it up very gently, he put it on the bed. This woke her up. Startled, she grabbed his hand. Her wide doe like eyes stopped time for him and his lungs function. ¡°Dean?¡± She whispered, half asleep. A yawn escaping her mouth. She stretched her arms and curled into a ball on his side, her eyes still close. ¡°Morning kitten.¡± He whispered back, kissing her head. He wanted to take her in his arms but his restrain was on itsst rope. Restraining from even kissing her forehead again, he mumbled something about bathroom, quickly rose and rushed away. The time he hade out, he was shivering due to the cold shower he had taken and knowing his future, there were many more toe. The sight of once again asleep O¡¯Brian was tempting enough to make him almost get into the bed with her again but he managed to control himself to get her some breakfast. O¡¯Brian hade back a day before from the hospital and he had as his promise, not left her sight though his offer to keep herpany in bathroom wasn¡¯t well received by any of the O¡¯Brian¡¯s. He hadn¡¯t had time to wrap his head around the fact that O¡¯Brian was finally his in terms where both O¡¯Brian and he himself were fully conscious that they were in a rtionship with each other and not just him alone which of course he would deny to admit to ever being not true. To him she was always his and yet, hearing those words from her mouth had rushed all his blood to his head. And he had fainted. Not his proudest moment but he hadn¡¯t exactly minded. He was too happy to care about such minor details like therge bump on his head. It was a proud battle wound. Not exactly attractive but still, beggars can¡¯t be choosers. And he has desperately begged for too long. It was also true that he had never doubted that O¡¯Brian would ever not ept him. Whether it was the narcissist in him or he was just delusional, he didn¡¯t know or care. The point was that he wasn¡¯t worried. And of course, this stubbornness has made him reach this point for he was a shameless man who would bounce back up after being rejected every damn time. It was O¡¯Brian, the woman he has loved and desired for so long, could anyone expect any less? He did still think it was dream. Or maybe he died in that ident and was granted heaven. But the reminder that there was no way in hell he was going to heaven, eased his mind that he wasn¡¯t dead and this was reality. Though their time together the past day haven¡¯t been exactly much different from before, mostly because he had been acting like her boyfriend for his own life now and O¡¯Brian was injured- he wasn¡¯t dissatisfied with it. Just the thought that she wasn¡¯t ring at him all the time was enough. Not that he minded her res, she looked sexy with those angry eyes and stubborn mouth which he could kiss all day. Focus! The house was silent when he came downstairs. It was probably too early for anyone to be awake and considering it was the weekend, he knew no one would disturb them before 12 o¡¯clock. After 20 minutes he was pulling the waffles out and pilling then in a te. He didn¡¯t exactly like sweet things but his woman required sugar in morning to wake up. A ss of orange juice and water was also seated beside the te on the tray. He skillfully held the tray in one hand and made his way back to his O¡¯Brian. She had seemed to just woken up again and was looking around for something. The second her eyesnded on him, a childlike smile from her stilled his breathe. He couldn¡¯t believe he finally owned something this beautiful. He slowly walked towards her and she quickly leaned forward to hold the tray from him but with his free hand, he easily grabbed her from her waist and settled her down on him while sitting in the bed. ¡°Baby, you are still not allowed to do anything except me. Even then I am very willing to do all the work myself.¡± He quietly mumbled in her ear. But the second the words left him, he head-palmed himself in his head. ¡°Huh?¡± She asked, not understanding his words, still half asleep. He had never felt dder over the fact that O¡¯Brian was an airhead. ¡°Nothing¡­.¡± Pulling out her medicines which were supposed to be taken before eating out, he handed the ss of water to her and made her swallow the two small tablets. Sara unwillingly gulped them down and leaned back against Dean¡¯s chest. The act was so natural that neither were surprised but the drumming sound of Dean¡¯s heart was quiet easily heard. Since he has been practicing self-control for a quiet a while now, he couldn¡¯t do anything about the physical reactions but he was remarkable at keeping a straight outlook. O¡¯Brian liked to eat waffles by hand, a habit he has never cared much about till today when he was feeding small pieces of waffle from his own hand. The feather touch of her lips on his finger had sent shivers down his spine. The thought of why he would torture himself never crossed him mind. He has been dying to pamper her, do everything for her. He never wanted her to be able to leave the bed because he was willing to do everything. All she had to do was stay in his sight and let him love her. He wanted to spoil her rotten. The oblivious woman in his arms happily munched on the waffles, her senses finally awakening. He found her started to blush now getting aware of the situation on hand which was no help to him. The rest of the breakfast went in daze for him as he feed quietly, keeping his gaze firmly on her and she looked everywhere but him while epting the food. When she was done, he cleaned up the tray and told her to freshen up while hee back from downstairs. After cleaned up the kitchen, he returned to find her struggling to put her arm through a sweater. Seeing her winch in pain he quickly rushed to help her. With gentle hands, he pulled her arm out and also helped her with the other one. She had a bruise on her right arm which had made it painful for it to move. ¡°You should have waited for me.¡± He said, pushing her gently toy down again.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. ¡°I am not a baby.¡± She snapped. Her beautiful eyes ring up. He felt himself shiver. He grinned. He knew why she was cranky. She had been stuck to a bed for few days now but he has refused to let her step off the bed unless it was really necessary. He wanted to see her healthy again. ¡°You are my baby. Should I continue reading the book from where we left it offst night?¡± He asked, getting beside her. Trying his best to not touch her too much. ¡°Hmmm.¡± She answered, closing her eyes. He took the book from the bedside where he left it and opened it to the folded page. ¡°She had refused to ept it. How could her child, her beloved son could betray her? She had raised him despite hating her husband, had suffered so much just so he could have the perfect family and yet he has left her alone to search for perfection somewhere else. The bitter tears burned her cheeks but she couldn¡¯t stop cry¡­..¡± He softly read the words while watching from the corner of his eyes to see O¡¯Brian drift to sleep again. He continued till he could hear the adorable whistling noiseing out of her nose as she breathes. Watching her sleep beside him ached his heart. It was a bright sight which was blinding him to bliss. He was in heaven. Kissing her nose, he slowly got out. With silent steps he walked out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind himself. The soften eyes were suddenly gone. His face tightens as he took his cellphone and dialed without looking at the screen. Chapter 23 Before the first ring got through, someone picked up. ¡°Boss?¡± ¡°Who did it?¡± He spoke in a deadly voice. ¡°We traced the number tes. It¡¯s from outta town. We are working on it.¡± The voice calmly replied- already used to his boss moods. ¡°Then work faster! You can all say goodbye to your freedom if I don¡¯t get results.¡± With that he hung up. Taking deep breaths, he rxed his face and went back inside the room again. Just the sight of her sleeping brought him to his knees. Oh God, how much he wanted that woman. He got beside her again but tried not to touch her. He usually wasn¡¯t as shameless to attack her in her sleep and while she was still hurt but he was afraid old habits might emerge again. Now she was ¡®officially¡¯ his, he didn¡¯t want to control those urges but God just fucking love to torture him. He sighed softly andid there, eyes never moving from the almost still figure beside him. He never wanted to look away, never wanted to lose such a breathtaking sight. The happiness which hit his gut again almost watered his eyes. After another hour, she woke up again. This time in more shitty mood then before. She nces at him without raising her head and said, ¡°I want to take a bath.¡± He was more than ready to help her. Without waiting for her to change her mind, he picked her up on his shoulder. A cry escape her mouth and she was suddenly wide awake. ¡°What are you doing? Put me down you pervert! You promise you won¡¯t do anything before I graduate.¡± She shouted while punching his back with all her might. It tickled him. ¡°Don¡¯t worry baby, we are only taking an innocent, virgin old bath together.¡± He replied grinning. His heart drumming from excitement. He opened the shower head and while the water turned hot, put her on the sink. ¡°I look horrible.¡± she snapped at her reflection, not noticing Dean stripping her down. He paused, looked at her closely then scoffed. His baby was still gorgeous.R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only Returning back to his task, he was pulling her sweater over her head gently when she had finally noticed her missing pj¡¯s bottoms and she shrieked. ¡°What are you doing you obsessive son of a bitch!¡± She put her arms around herself defensively, her blush spread all the way to her ears and neck. ¡°Why? You wanna bath in your clothes?¡± He said without stopping his attempt to see her naked. ¡°Are you trying to drive me crazy?!¡± She demanded. She was looking at him like he has lost his mind. ¡°Ah han. For me¡± he coaxed her by kissing her nose, his voice changing into a soft brush of air as begged with his eyes, still trying to take off her sweater. ¡°Stop staring at me like a wounded puppy! No puppy in the world is this much of a pervert!¡± She looked like she wanted to w his eyes out which made his grin widen. He had never found her hotter. He knew that expression well. She wanted to pull her hair out but it was the first time he had seen embarrassment and shyness within those frustrated eyes. He has seen her so close, never felt her more his. God, he wanted to jump her. Without feeling any shame, he got his hand under her shirt, trailing them on her sides. Her body froze but then the slight tremble from her has sent zing fire travel from her skin to his whole body. ¡°C¡¯mon baby, don¡¯t you wanna see me too?¡± He gently spoke those shameless words like he was talking about the weather. ¡°Who the fuck want to see you naked?¡± She was pulled out of her daze from those ridiculous words and pushed him with all her force which unfortunately only backed him a bit but had not taken him by surprise. He suddenly smiled. He stared at her for a long time, seeing her murderous re, feeling it burn him whole. He wasn¡¯t a man who really cared about his lower half. After that one rebellious month, he has never touched a woman again but Sara had always been an exception. Even his own conscious, a tiny, nonexistent part of it was ridiculing him. Shouting at him that he has turned from a creep to a pervert but he has always ignored those tiny shouting. But in front of O¡¯Brian, he refuses to hide anything anymore. Even his shameful, perverted or obsessive personality. He could finally do everything he never could, he could kiss her, hold her and finally own her- with her knowing that is. He refuses to not act like a brute, he refuses to act like a gentleman when he wasn¡¯t. He slowly approached her again, watching her watch him like a hawk, with all her defenses up. But he has never felt more powerful, his O¡¯Brian was only focused on him, only thinking of him, only watching him. Regardless of the fact she might kill him with that toothbrush she has been eyeing for self-defense, he has never felt more happy. Before she could grab the toothbrush, he grabbed her hands softly and pushed her back, as gently as he could. His movements were slow andzy like he was ying a game he never wanted to end. ¡°I want to see. I want you to lose that embarrassment and shame you have. I refuse to ever see you have your guards up in front of me. I want you bare, as you are, as the you I love, as the you who loves me. I want to see, and I want you to look. See me just as bare and as vulnerable for I will always be at your mercy. For you will always own me more than I own you.¡± His words came out unconsciously. He wasn¡¯t aware if he was speaking them correctly or if they were making sense but he was desperate, desperate to make her understand. Of course there was also that perverted, beastly side which wanted to devour her whole but he had promised he won¡¯t touch her and he was capable of keeping his words. He has waited his own life; he could wait few more months. He wasn¡¯t in a hurry to his own surprise. Even thought he was usually ready to jump her bones but he knew that he would never be able to get through with it. Just the thought of her being his that way scared the shit out of him. He wanted her slowly, he wanted their rtionship to grow, he wanted to know what she wanted in a guy, how she wanted to be treated, how she wanted to be pampered, where she wanted to go out on dates. He wanted to know her more then what he knew of O¡¯Brian as friend. He wanted to know her as a woman. For him, she was always a woman but he had kept his distance. He had refused to talk about guys with her so he waspletely nk about her eptations and wishes. A part of his was also afraid that he might break her, from his own hand he might bruise her. For he had loved her for too long, too desperately and too much. ¡°Baby¡­ I want you to be mine. Unafraid and unapologetic.¡± He whispered. His voice was gentle instead of hoarse. He wasn¡¯t coaxing her anymore nor seducing her but exining to her. He watched as her eyes change expressions like fast forward film. From surprise to embarrassed to bing ssy while she furiously blinked them, trying her best to not let any tear fall but one had already slide down her red cheek to her jaw. He caught it with his lips, a brush of them on her jaw had carried the small droplet to his mouth. He tasted the burn from it and smiled softly. He sighed and said with his lips touching the air around her own lips, ¡°I have never seen a more beautiful you.¡± Chapter 24 Walking have never been more difficult. Ignoring the arm which hung lightly over her shoulder and the stare of the owner of the arm drilling hole in the right side of her face was already making it hard for someone like her to walk. She wasn¡¯t used to it. Wasn¡¯t used to hearing her heart beat so fast that she could feel its vibration in her throat. Though the temperature wasn¡¯t warm, her face felt like it was on fire. ¡°Baby¡­¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± She hummed without looking at his face. ¡°Stop being so pretty.¡± She almost chocked. All she did was breathe. ¡°Dean, shut up!¡± She snapped, finally turning to re at him. Meeting his eyes knocked her breathe. Crap! He continued to stare, without looking ahead to see where he was going. His hard, unflinching eyes was making heat crawl all over her body. They were bare, intense and very honest about the thoughts of their owner. She wanted to so badly look away. ¡°O¡¯Brain¡­ please look away.¡± He almost spit out the words. His face changing expressions like fast pace wind change the shape of clouds. She unwillingly looked away. His eyes just made it difficult to look other than in them. Without words, he made her feel like she was the sun his earth revolved around. Nobody could look away from something like that. Even her reflection has never made her feel like she worth that much. They walked like loyalty through the crowd that opened for them towards their ss. Dean looked so out of ce in these braces wearing, backpack hanging flocks. These scrawny teenagers made him seem like he was god. She was one of those scrawny kids except she had some privileges. ¡°Here.¡± He handed a printout to her when they took their seats. She looked at it confused, not even recognizing the words written on it. Which subject was it? ¡°Literature assignment was due today. Conflict of pastnguage and expression¡­. remember?¡± He asked, grinning. Knowing very well she didn¡¯t. How the hell was she supposed to remember something the teacher gave a month back? She would forget her mother¡¯s face if she doesn¡¯t see it for three days. ¡°Thanks.¡± That was all she could say while ring at him. ¡°That¡¯s it? I worked so hard to write your homework and you give me an empty thanks? How about a kiss?¡± He cheekily asked and then pouted his lips to wait for the kiss. Sara blushed. Was he a child! Despite being embarrassed, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek instead. With so many people staring, she didn¡¯t had guts to kiss his lips and knowing him, a peak won¡¯t be enough. When she leaned back, he was frowning. His face was crinkled in a sulk as if he had been betrayed. And Dean Woond just can¡¯t stand being betrayed. So, he did the most obvious thing which honestly speaking, should have not surprised Sara at all. Grabbed her from her neck, he pulled her towards his face and kissed her straight on her lips. She was still not over the shock when he pulled away. The kiss hadsted for only few seconds, Sara was both confused and relieved and it must have showed on her face because Dean chuckled. ¡°Sorry baby, since you are mine now- your every expression is also for my eyes only.¡± He said softly, possessively, eyes looking deep in hers, brushing the skin on her cheek. His fingers were hot and rough and it felt like he was grazing her, leaving permanent traces behind. Her mind had gone nk, she was still unaware how to answer when he spoke such words. He had always loved her but it was new for her to hear him speak to her as a woman he loved. His every gesture, his look, every word had her remind this every second that he loved her. His stare was never empty of expressions when he looked at her. Only her, because that¡¯s all he ever looked at now. Every chance he got. The sound of bell shook her out of her trace, she unwillingly straightens herself to pay attention to the teacher in front despite feeling his eyes still on her. The hour passed in a blur; she felt the air stuck in her throat most of the time- unwilling to let her breathe properly. It was ufortable along with calming at the same time. Being in love with Dean had always been like that, even when she thought him as a friend, it was always just there, like a presence, not showing but still reminding of its presence again and again. He was still looking at her when she looked at him at the end of the ss, eyes hot, dark stared at her- a smile on his lips as he offered his hand out to her to hold, with other he held her bag and books along with his. Walking beside him once again had her process all those thoughts again. The difference between them was sorge that anyone could tell with just a look. He had loved her since so long, she felt the gap between them was too big. She was just chasing his disappearing back which was walking further and further into loving her and she was just gasping for air to keep up with his love. She knew she would never be able to catch up with him, never be able to fall in the same step as him for his love was old, deeper and more, always. After realizing she was in love with him, there was a desperate need to catch up with his speed, love him as deeply as he had loved her, fall for him as much as he had fallen for her. ¡°What are you worrying over now?¡± his question pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked around to see herself standing on school¡¯ roof. It was restricted area since the edges were dangerous. She didn¡¯t ask how he got the keys to unlock the door. He sat on the cold, hard ground himself and pulled her on hisp, her back against his chest. She suddenly was too warm, the cold disappeared. She watched as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it but didn¡¯t let it meet his lips. He was still waiting for her to answer his question. ¡°I just want to catch up to you.¡± she softly said. The cigarette was still in her sight, still not reaching his lips. Even when she couldn¡¯t see his face, she knew he had smiled. ¡°Not going to happen.¡±Material ? of N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Why?¡± didn¡¯t he wanted to make her love him more, love him as much as he loved her. ¡°I will always be the one to love you more, baby. I can¡¯t allow you to catch up to me. The second I feel you are close; I will run harder, faster. I will always be the one forward.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t understand.¡± she was confused. Why would he, the most selfish man in love would not want this? Would not want her to bepletely in love with him? To fall so deep as he has so she won¡¯t also have an escape. ¡°Because as long as I am forward, you will keep running. I don¡¯t want you to love me more, I just want you to keep loving me. Even now, this is enough as long as you are even crawling behind me- I will willingly be the one to be running faster and harder. I don¡¯t want it to be hard for you to love me. Stay at your pace, as long as there is a pace- I am satisfied.¡± he finally pulled the cigarette to his lips. She silently processed his words. It wasn¡¯t that he wasn¡¯t selfish but his selfish had new heights, it was different. It was deeper. It was desperate, he was desperate. He was so desperate for her to love him; he won¡¯t dare ask for more. He wouldn¡¯t dare ask her to love him more than she was willing. As long as she stayed with him, he would have her. Without a question, without ain. He had lived hoping that she would ept him, for him just this moment was enough. She understood that was his words had just made her more desperate to catch up to him, she wanted to love him as much as he loves her too. She wanted to give him everything he wanted in those past years, as he waited for her. He was right, she was chasing him. as long as he was in front of her, she would keep running, gasping to catch up to his speed. His twisted mind knew her too well. He knew that she would never be able to catch up and that would just make her more desperate to do so. She would fall, get hurt and lose breath but he won¡¯t stop moving forward because he didn¡¯t care what she had to do to keep moving forward as long as she did it. As long as she keeps loving him, he didn¡¯t care for how and why. Her being hurt, her falling would just make her more desperate and he won¡¯t turn his head to look back even once. He had always done that, had run so deep in falling for her, without looking at her once, without being bothered about whether she was following. Even now, she knew he didn¡¯t care. He didn¡¯t care if she was following him or not for, he will love her regardless what she thought, what she felt. His love wasn¡¯t going to ask her anything, wasn¡¯t going to demand her love back because even if she didn¡¯t follow him, he would still go deeper, faster. His love never needed her approval, her eptance. It just needed her, alive and breathing. A soft cold wind blew, making her shiver. The fact that they were on the roof also made it seem colder. Noticing her shiver through his own body, he had thrown away the leftover cigarette and surrounded her with both his arms, hugging her to his hot body. ¡°Better?¡± he asked. She just nodded. ¡°O¡¯Brain?¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± ¡°Wanna go on date with me?¡± She looked back at him so fast, it had hurt her neck. Looking at his smiling eyes, with joy dancing in them so fast she got lost, she slowly nodded her head. The smile he gave in answer had broken her heart. He pulled her in a tight back hug, kissing the side of her face repeatedly. As if he couldn¡¯t believe she had said yes. As if he couldn¡¯t believe that there would be any other answer other than no. ¡°Fuck! Thank God!¡± he was saying as he kissed her again and again. His words in an intense plea. She didn¡¯t know he believed in God. He finally calmed down and turned her to face him. He was full blown grinning as he looked at her. His eyes crinkled from the grin; face stretched in glee. She found herself smiling back at his expressions. He cupped her face with his both his palms and kissed her head. His hand was hot, his lips cold as they touched her skin. But yet all she felt was electrified. Like his lips had send a direct jolt down to her heart. ¡°It¡¯ll be the best date ever, I promise.¡± ¡°No, it will be the only date I have ever gone on.¡± ¡°Why would you need experience in dating? I am enough in your everything. Remember that.¡± he snapped. ¡°Everything.¡± she repeated smiling. Chapter 25 He could feel himself started to sweat again, heat palming itself to his skin. Looking at the clock, he decided he still had time to take the third shower of the day. Pulling fresh clothes, he jumped into the shower- taking his time to scrub himself off the imaginary dirt and sweat. After almost dumping half of the contents avable in Drake¡¯s bathroom on his body, he was satisfied. He dried himself, and decided to go with a full sleeve t-shirt this time. The deodorant bottle was gasping for air when he was done with it. ¡°Hey, you wan¡ª-holy shit. How are you breathing?¡± Drake demanded when he entered the room, his hands going towards his nose to cover it. The room was smelling so strongly of the spray that it was watering the eyes. Dean ignored him and was looking with quiet deadly intent towards the bottle of the cologne when it disappeared from his sight. ¡°Sara will run away if you keep going. Enough, you smell fine.¡± ¡°No, the magazine said woman like men who smell good.¡± Dean frowned and made an attempt to get back the bottle. Drake was too shocked to even realize when the bottle was taken from him. Magazine? What magazine? What has been this idiot reading? Looking around the room, he found a pile of girl¡¯s magazines on his mattress. Some opened to different pages where dating tips were mentioned, other mentioned grooming tips and how to impress your date. Drake wanted to smack himself in the face. But before that, he needed to rescue the cologne bottle from Dean¡¯s hands before his best friend ruins his future. ¡°For God sake, no! You already stink of happiness. Anymore and I will stab you.¡± Drake pleaded, again taking the bottle from Dean¡¯s hands and hiding it behind his back. ¡°I stink? Should I take a shower again?¡± Dean was defiantly not listening for he was pulling away the shirt again to get into the shower. Drake grabbed him before he could take it off. God have mercy on my soul. Drake prayed. ¡°Dude, for fuck¡¯s sake! You are fine! And why the hell are you already ready? Isn¡¯t the date still two hours away?¡± He tried hisst attempt to distract Dean away from that stinking bottle. ¡°The magazine said to be ready early.¡± Dean replied like it was the most natural thing in the world. He wasn¡¯t usually the kind to read such crap but it was actually useful. ording to the magazine, he should be clean, smell nice. He even washed his car from inside out to make sure it didn¡¯t smell. He also changed the tires too. And went as far as to get one of those fancy haircuts which men have in those magazines. Sara wasn¡¯t exactly the outdoor, adventurous type so he decided on a long drive instead and maybe to hit the arcade and then get some food. He was well aware that it wasn¡¯t the most romantic or charming and that he was capable of doing huge but he wanted it to befortable for both of them instead. Sara wasn¡¯t up for wasting money on food which doesn¡¯t even fill you and hated over the top ces so he decided to recreate the memories they already had, just in the way he had dreamt them to be. And as much as he wanted to see Sara in a sexy dress, he wanted it more to be just for his eyes to see. He can always make her change into one and gawk in private. ¡°Dean¡­.. did you actually did all these things?¡± Drake couldn¡¯t believe it. His best friend, his manly ass mate was this crazy. The whole town knew that Dean was crazy about Sara but this was a whole new level, to actually listen to fashion magazines. How crazy was this guy to do this much? ¡°Yes, do you think it would look better with the jacket or without it?¡± Dean answered while emptying his bag from clothes and trying out jackets. His eyes watching the image in the mirror with very criticizing eyes. ¡°You are telling me you moisturized your legs and face? And its fucking cold outside, wear a fucking jacket.¡± Drake snapped while looking through the opened magazines. ¡°Yeah, I bought this coco butter thing. Smells like Sara.¡± Dean replied. Drake had his mouth falling. He wanted to rub his eyes so he could wake up ore back to reality. His eyes kept moving from his idiot friend to the magazines. Finally, after much consideration he sighed. It was pitiful but he supposed love can not only blind you but kill brain cells as well and his friend was long gone. Too damn far. ¡°Do you think this blue goes with the green?¡± ¡°Dean¡­ you look fine!¡± A very annoyed Drake replied, clutching his teeth. He refuses to lose his mind with this ¡®Sara¡¯ obsessed idiot. ¡°But the magazine sa¡ª-¡± ¡°Fuck what the magazine said!¡± Drake finally lost it. Dean might have left his dignity in Sara¡¯s feet but his manliness could not allow him to talk or listen to another word of this crap. Dean red at him in reply but didn¡¯t say a word. He focused his attention on his jacket selection. After twenty minutes, he decided on a ck one, Drake had also left him to his madness till then. The jackets were warm and it look good as well so in case Sara was cold, he could lend it. Looking at the time, he quickly put on his shoes and grabbed his keys. Sitting in the car, he looked himself onest time in the review mirror to fix his hair and then started the car. After parking it in front of Sara¡¯s house, he once again checked himself in the mirror, swallowed a mint and spray the perfume he had sneaked with him on himself. Finally satisfied, he got out and walked slowly towards the door. His heart was in his throat. He wasn¡¯t even this nervous when he was waiting for Sara¡¯s reply. But he knew why he was today, and why it was okay. He had waited, desperately nned this moment for so long. He has imagined it in his head a million times, practiced his words in front of the mirror on daily bases beforeing to see her after two years. Those years he has spent away, it was only in body. His soul, heart, mind had always been back home, to her. With her. Today felt like his every prayer, plead and cry got answered. Even though Sara have admitted to being his for a week now but somehow, today, now, it felt more real. Today was going to be the glimpse of what their future is going to be like and he couldn¡¯t wait to live it. Ringing the bell, he waited impatiently for the door to open. When it did, he was d it was Jamie instead of Sara¡¯s mother but he thought too soon because after entering the house, Jamie made him empty all his pockets in case of any ¡®dangerous¡¯ things. Dean made a face but still emptied his pockets. He even assured him that he wasn¡¯t even carrying a gun today. The time Sara came down, Dean was moments away from bashing his future brother inw¡¯s face into the wall. He no longer liked this smart-ass youngster. ¡°When did you get here?¡± She asked, blushing at the way his eyes gawked at her. His eyes never moved from her face. She was wearing makeup. Nothing on the skin, but she defiantly had blush on. It brought out her eye color and gave them a hazy, clean look. She had bare lips which he was d about. He had told her he despised lipsticks, mostly because they don¡¯t taste good and they make a mess and Dean Woond didn¡¯t wanted any disturbance when he was making out with his woman. Which he intended to do every chance he gets. ¡°Hey gorgeous.¡± He sighed out when Jamie coughed to get him out of his trace. He was standing in between them like an unwanted mosquito who was just asking to be killed. And Dean Woond was willing to kill. He grabbed Jamie from his face, his rough hand squashing his nose, lips and cheeks as he pushed him away from between them. ¡°Fuck off already.¡± Dean growled and quickly grabbed Sara¡¯s hand and started dragging her outside. ¡°You bastard! I¡¯ll never let you enter in this house again.¡± Jamie was shouting behind them but both Sara and Dean couldn¡¯t hear him as they had already shut the front door on his face. Dean heard a softugh behind and without looking back he grinned. He didn¡¯t dare turn because it was really not the time to kiss her. That was for his pleasure in dessert. With drumming heart, he opened the door of the car for her and chuckled when she shot him an unimpressed nce. But he did notice the redness on her neck. The color was bright enough to burn his blood. Directly downwards. He quickly closed the door and went to the driver side. When he sat on his seat, he was d that the car smelled good. He adjusted her seat and then put on her seat belt, still gawking at her face. Herrge eyes stared back at him in trace which he wanted to stay in forever. The drive was not that long. They have been there a thousand times; they have spent their childhood in that dark loud area. The arcade was their bunkers point since she could walk. Sara¡¯s dad brought them here when Sara started walking. It belonged more to them then to him and Sara hence why he hoped she didn¡¯t mind.R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only Though the ce hasn¡¯t changed, they have so when they stepped inside, the feelings that came rushing down werepletely different. Their held hands were tightly clutched as their hearts ran miles. Dean was still sweating that imaginary sweat. His eyes have been stealing nces at Sara since he turned his car towards the familiar road, his heart was pounding out, afraid of her reaction. He has never taken out anyone on a date and since his parents were involve in a business marriage, there was no one but Sara¡¯s parents to look into in this matter andte Mister O¡¯Brien had told him that woman just need to feel special by you- as person instead or how much money you are investing. ¡°Dean¡­.¡± ¡°Yes, baby?¡± He finally turned to face her. In that neon haze of light, she had taken his air and personal space which he didn¡¯t needed anyway. ¡°Get ready to have your ass whooped!¡± Chapter 26 She nced at him from the corner of her eye and found him still looking at her. Dropping her own gaze to her pasta, she tried not to blush. Going back to arcade had rushed back so memories that for a second, she was overwhelmed by them. Like images rushed past her eyes, she found so many days where she had wasted her father¡¯s weekends and money. But she found no sadness in those times. They were a happy time, so was this. As she sat in front of this man, this overly possessive, rude and obnoxious man- she found that just because of his existence in those memories, her right to be sadden was gone. He had always been there, sometimes in background but never for long because he hated not being ignored for too long. His yanks to her hair, tugs to her clothes and pokes on cheeks have left a kind of sweetness in her mind. They were like a scent to those memories. Engulfing her to not forget them, to cherish them and to hold them as close to herself as she did. ¡°What¡¯s on your mind, baby?¡± She looked up to meet his eyes. God, those eyes. He had finished his food which made her realize she had wasted her time daydreaming about the very guy who was sitting right in front of her. ¡°You.¡± she softly replied. She watched as his eyebrows raised in surprise, he had looked taken back by her honesty. She noticed his red ears but his expressions turned cocky the very next second. If she wasn¡¯t existing for his presence, she almost missed it all. ¡°You dirty woman!¡± he wiggled his eyebrows while leaning forward and continued, ¡°What are you imagining?¡± She wanted to p the te of pasta on his stupid face. ¡°I was imagining how you would look in a pink tutu.¡± She of course snapped. ¡°I can assure you; I look quite handsome in it. If that is your kink, I will oblige. I on the other hand prefer cat ears.¡± How had this conversation turned to this? Why did this man always turned everything she said to a sex rted stuff! Was there a filter in his brain which turned everything innocent into dirty? Also, what was with cat ears? Considering we were talking about Dean, cat ears sounded innocent enough. ¡°Can we order dessert now?¡± she tried to change the topic before he says something else. She would rather not talk about ¡®kinks¡¯ in a restaurant. ¡°Sure.¡± He had let it go but from his stupid grin, she knew he was going to continue thister. They shared a slice of double chocte cake since neither of them could finish a whole one on their own. It was quiet as they ate. It wasn¡¯t ufortable, just normal. What do you talk about with a person who knows everything there possible to know about you? He is aware of your every memory, everyugh, every day. He remembers things you don¡¯t remember. They could talk about Dean but with him, there were only two things she didn¡¯t know. The past two years and his life before her. Both he didn¡¯t want to talk about. She had been aware of what had gone on in theter one. His parents were well known around the town. They were arrogant, ignorant and selfish people. She has meet them a number of times since their mothers have been friends since high school as well, till about they got rich. All she knew was that there had been a huge scandal about how Dean¡¯s father was someone else which got him kicked out of his own house. Without an ounce of proof, he had been med for something he had no fault in. She knew he had grown to hate the world he lived in. It had been tough for him to survive but he had good friends and he always had her and her family. But a small part of her, a part which she refuses to look at told her that he had lived for her. He had survived for her. She didn¡¯t know whether she was d or hated herself for it all. ¡°Wannae over?¡± he had asked when they were on the road again. He had refused to meet her confused eyes but had seen flushed neck and ears through passing lights. ¡°Is it okay? Won¡¯t Drake mind?¡± she asked while scratching her neck and drumming heart. Why was she nervous? She has been alone with him so many times in a closed room and yet, today everything they had repeated felt different. Felt electrical. ¡°The ce is mine as much as his. He won¡¯t mind.¡± He assured her but she felt that maybe, he was more nervous about this then she was. He parked in front of a two-story brick house. Sincest time she came here she was sleeping in one half and in daze in other, she didn¡¯t had time to look around. The house wasn¡¯t was she had imagined. The ce didn¡¯t look scary or run down. It was really normalpare to what Dean usually goes for. ¡°I thought it was better to find a ce you canfortably hang around in. There is a garden in the back as well.¡± he exined, probably guessing her thoughts. Holding her hand in his, they paused as Dean opened the door. There were potted nts put beside it. Small buds of red roses could be seen from the little light from streets. ¡°I¡¯m back.¡± Dean hollered. The house was brightly lit. Drake was standing in front of the stove with a spoon in hand. He was in his underwear. Whiteys. ¡°For fuck sake! How many times have I told to dress your sorry excuse of a body! Nobody wants to see it!¡± Dean shouted while covering her eyes¡­.. and ears. ¡°How was I supposed to know you were gonna bring Sara back? And keep your manners in front of the guest.¡± ¡°And showing them this disgusting body is weing?¡± ¡°Is someone jealous?¡± ¡°Fuck! She hasn¡¯t even seen that much of me! How dare you show her your body before I did mine?¡± She could literally hear everything. ¡°C¡¯mon baby, let¡¯s go.¡± With his hands still covering her eyes and ears, he guided her to stairs. They paused again somewhere and suddenly she was picked up. ¡°Keep your eyes closed.¡± he ordered her. She could help but grin but listened. It was a slightly bumpy ride but a small one so she didn¡¯t mind being handled like a sack of potato. She heard his close the door and lock it before heid her on the mattress. ¡°Now open your eyes and forget what you saw!¡± Before she could open her eyes, her lips were met with his. The breath was knocked out of her as she clutched his shirt in her hands. He took off his jacket and threw it over. His arms holding himself over her as he kissed her. It was hot and sweet. Her brain had already erased the images demanded without her permission. Her brain, which also listen to him more than her. A soft sigh escapes her mouth which turned some kind of switch in Dean as he bit down on her lips, breaking the skin. But he quickly licked the ce, before she felt anything. She was already feeling too much. He lips moved down, to her throat where he left bites and licks till, he found a spot he liked to suck on. Sara wanted to stop before her heart burst but she could feel his heart, moving faster than hers under her hand. The heat from it was making it suffocating. She opened her eyes to say something when they fell on something on the carpet behind Dean. She pushed Dean hard, he probably wasn¡¯t expecting that because he fell beside her. Sara was on her feet on the mattress while trying to dig a hole in the wall. ¡°Baby?¡± Dean asked hesitantly breathless. Sara wanted to talk but because of previous activity and the fright all she could do was point. There, was crawling the devil itself. Arge spider. Dean had screamed. He had jumped on his feet as well and stuck close to her. ¡°Kill it!¡± he pushed her to her death like nothing. She looked at him in shock and a deep feeling of betrayal. She? Kill it? Has this man lost his mind? Did he wanted her to be cursed? And where did all his possessiveness and manliness go huh? Wasn¡¯t he going to take a bullet for her? ¡°You kill it! Weren¡¯t you going to hurt anyone for me?¡± She snapped back. ¡°That did not include this! I meant a human! A normal human!¡± he snapped back without removing his eyes from it. As it moved, they both screamed and dug themselves into further corner of the wall. Oh god, save us! Sara screamed in her head. She didn¡¯t want to die like this. ¡°Dean, its staring at us!¡± she couldn¡¯t help but screech. ¡°Baby, please kill it. I will never ask for anything ag¨Cahhhhhh!¡± they both screamed as it climbed over the mattress. The monster was probably bing more powerful because it started crawling closer and Sara start seeing the end of her life¡¯s tunnel. Suddenly door burst open and there stood Drake with a gun in hand. They were saved! ¡°Where is he? Where is he?¡± he demanded, pointing his gun around. ¡°There! Kill it!¡± they both shouted at the same time while pointing towards the spider. Drake followed their finger and just nked out for few seconds. His gun stilled in mid air while he stared at the spider.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org. ¡°You wussies are on your own on this one.¡± Chapter 27 ¡°I¡¯m sorry, bab¡ª¡± the shoended hard on his face. He was a little d it was just a tiny pump and O¡¯Brian didn¡¯t wear heals or he can¡¯t even begin to imagine what would happen to his face. Before he could say something else or even stop feeling the pain from the shoe on his face, a small pillow smacked his face. Her habit of throwing things in anger will continue to exist so before she could throw something dangerous on his face next, he rushed forward and grabbed her wrists. Her angry eyes stared back at him. He grinned and leaned down to smack a loud kiss on her lips. And then his lips were almost bit apart from his mouth. He just grinned through the pain because he knew he deserved it. ¡°How kinky of you, baby.¡± He said while leaning his face away from her to check if it was bleeding or not. It probably was because he saw her eyes, those angry, ring eyes lose their fire and turn guilty. So of course, he was very willing to y the part of victim to gain some more sympathy and considering how many years he had spent while waiting for her love, he had every right to. Did that make him desperate and pathetic? Yes, it did but he was far from caring about thoughts that weren¡¯t needed in his and Sara¡¯s rtionship. He had always believed in taking full advantage of others weakness and the fact that O¡¯Brian sees him as hers was a cause worthy of celebration. He had no excuse to actually y a pitiable person because he was much more then deserving of everything thrown at him. In his defense he never thought their very first date would turn into a life-threatening situation and since he panicked, he had carelessly pushed his own baby to death. Actually, if they had more space or something to climb over, he would have actually tried to save her as well but in front of spider, he had very little mind or sanity for others. And considering it was O¡¯Brian who actually saved them, he who should be feeling ashamed of himself was simply grateful and actually told her to take care of spiders for him for the rest of their lives. He was actually trying to be romantic and propose to her except it turned out into this. She had made Drake driver her back as he followed in his car. It already took her an hour to open the door of her room so he was desperate to end their first date on a make out session. ¡°Let me see.¡± She said and grabbed his face to pull it to her height. Those eyes of hers were staring hard on his bleeding lips, dancing in worry and guilt at the same time and he was shimmering in their glory. He felt her brush her finger against the open skin, cleaning the blood. The shiver that run down his spine was enough to make him lose to his shamelessness once again andnd a loud kiss or her mouth. Leaning from his mistakes, he grabbed her face from his both hands in case she tried to run away. Her hands struggled to push him away but Dean was a professional outrageous being of a man. He simply stuck his tongue down her throat to taste her mouth except he should have known that O¡¯Brien was too used to his tricks. If she couldn¡¯t defend herself, she would go for attack so she punched his family jewel, making him twist in pain. ¡°Fuck, baby! This is our life support.¡± He groaned while slipping on the floor toy down and take deep breathes. ¡°I don¡¯t need it!¡± She snapped while lightly kicking him in the gut and turning away to sit on the bed, her eyes waltzing in happiness while seeing him churn in pain. ¡°Think of our kids, sweetheart.¡± He whined while slowly rising up to sitting position.R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only ¡°Who the hell wants kids with a sissy like you?¡± She red up once again. ¡°You were no Indiana Jones either! When the time came, you pushed me to that child of devil as well.¡± ¡°I made no promised to ever protect you with my life you weakling excuse of a man!¡± She snapped at him. He wanted to argue but he knew she was right but for the love of her, there was only one insect he couldn¡¯t stand and that was spiders. Just the fact that it was staring at him with his eight eyes scared the shit out of him. Why would nature even believe that something needs so many eyes? He had two and he could see just fine. Also, he could never understand why they had to crawl like that, couldn¡¯t they simply walk normally! Just thinking about them were giving him cold sweats. ¡°I am sorry, baby. Forgive me? Next time I¡¯ll keep a gun on me.¡± He crawled towards her and started rubbing her legs. ¡°Where is your hand crawling up to, you pervert?¡± Once again, he was smacked on his hand which had been actually crawling to her thigh. He just grinned shamelessly and actually started massaging her legs and feet. From his calction, she had started her period a day ago which probably was the reason she had actually reacted to harshly to him. Though, he doubts in future she would stay clear from throwing random objects at him but her being so vocal about insults and actually using so much force behind attacks told him a different story. Sara had irregr periods which she was taking medication for. Thoughst year she finally stopped since her cycle became more on track, not being used to such harsh reality of what normal period was like did take a toll on her moods. She was also not used to the pain and cramps which just made it worse that he of all the days actually pushed her to death when she was already in a crappy mood. ¡°Better?¡± He asked while softly kneading her feet. ¡°Hmm..¡± She had now leaned down on the bed, resting her head over therge stuff toy which usually resided on her bed. ¡°Your nail color have faded from your toes. Want me to repaint them?¡± He wasn¡¯t desperate to coax her anymore but was simply itching to do these small random things for her. He actually did mean when he had said he never even wanted her to get off the bed, he was ready to do it all for her. From brushing her hair to styling it to painting her toes to bathing her. Especially bathing her, he couldn¡¯t wait to do that. ¡°You know how to paint nails?¡± O¡¯Brian snorted whileughing. The sound vibrated in his ears and towards his heart which raced in joy. ¡°I could probably manage.¡± He said while rising up to select a color from her dresser. Chapter 28 Of course, that was a lie. He had actually taken 5-month course of hair styling and nail painting this year. Since he knew he would be going back sooner orter, he started taking ssed from one of his members sister who taught these things. Since he was paying extra, she had actually given him private lessons four times a week. He actually had some styled wigs somewhere in his office. He liked dark shades on O¡¯Brian so he selected the electric blue nail color and took back his seat beside her feet. Pulling her feet to hisp, he carefully and slowly started painting her nails. O¡¯Brian had raised herself to watch how he would be doing and her gaze on him assured him that he was forgiven. Being done with herst toe, he leaned down and kiss her feet, patting them softly. ¡°All done.¡± He watched as she leaned down to actually look at his work and then nod in satisfaction, a grin brightening up her face. ¡°Good job, now my hands.¡± She pushed her hands in front of him while giving him that breathtaking cheeky grin while he replied with a smile as he grabbed her hands and kissed them and started painting them as well. He took his time while painting her fingers, trying to lengthen what little he had left with her for the day. He didn¡¯t want to leave and he knew he couldn¡¯t stay. Last week had been torture enough for his body and he didn¡¯t trust himself to stay sane. And this was something he had promised himself when he wasing back. If the timees when he didn¡¯t trust himself, he will turn his head. And that meant in every way, whether it was his gaze which was too loud for her to bear or her touch which was too rough for her to feel. He took nopromises when it came to how she felt about him, he was ready to give her all the time she needed to insanely fall in love with him.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. But also ept his love, his way of being intimate. Though he was going insane with lust for her, he held her with the highest respect that meant her words were god to him. If she said no, he wasn¡¯t allowed to ask why and if she said yes, he had no reason to doubt her. He was already dreading going back in the room where the dead body of that spider still existed because knowing Drake, that asshole would never go near any insect, period. That mere fact that he had left them for dead while holding a gun should exin everything about the kind of chicken he was. And now, just imagining sleeping without her was pure punishment so he miserably clings to the little time he had before her brother kicked him out of her room. He felt her fingers brush his hair which made him pause his actions and look at her. She had her head ced over her knees as she watched him with eyes molded in adorned. It startled him for a second, taking away the air from his lungs as he watched such raw love in her eyes from him. His throat tighten he actually believed that he might cry watching something he believed could only be possible in a dream or far reality which still had years toe. Watching as her eyes twirled in almost worship as she gazes at him, he was week to his knees and was actually d he was sitting down because he felt the numbness took over his whole body. He knew he worshiped her, with his every action, every word he believed her to be his god, his religion but watching her reflect the same eyes, the same depth was overwhelming. Though he doubts it was like his, which was filled with jealousy, possessiveness and obsession, he believed hers was much pure almost innocent. If his love for her was dark and ck, she loved him in brighten shimmer. ¡°What are you looking at?¡± He finally choked out. She smiled softly and said, ¡°Just think how much I am in love with the you who is in love with me.¡± Heughed and replied, ¡°But baby, I was always in love with you.¡± ¡°I know, this is why I promise you my love till you cease to exist in any form and shape.¡± The smile from his face vanished as his throat once again chocked up, this time he eyes actually watered he furiously blinked to dry the tears which were warning to fall. His pride which he carried over his head about how he would make her his, about how confident he was about how she will belong to him was crumbling down in pieces, had been in pieces since forever. He knew the kind of man he was, knew his wrongs, epted his ugly but he knew that the day Sara O¡¯Brian became his, he would be grateful. He had never asked for her in his dreams, never begged to some mighty being to have ownership over his heart but he knew, he knew how discouraged he had been. Those two years he had stayed away have been painful, almost hopeless. He had been so afraid that she would fall in love with someone. Though he could stop other from approaching her, falling in love with her- he couldn¡¯t stop her from falling in love with someone else. He had feared that he wouldn¡¯t have wanted to live if O¡¯Brian had fallen for someone else. ¡°I love you, O¡¯ Brian. Thank you for bing mine.¡± He choked out, refusing to meet her eyes in case she sees him crying. His head was pushed up by her hands which were holding his head preciously in their embrace. A brush of lipsnded on his as she whispered, ¡°Thank you for loving me as much as you do.¡± Chapter 29 They had just gotten out of the car when June came in front of her. She looked angry, no that would be a very polite term to describe how she looked. She had looked furious so Sara could only hug Dean Goodbye who thankfully didn¡¯t stop her as she was dragged away by her best-friend. ¡°June, stop. I aming with you willingly.¡± Sara sighed; the grip of June¡¯s hand was a bit painful. June suddenly stopped, red at her and let her hand go as she marched forward towards the football ground. Sara slowly followed, in a way understanding the reason why her friend was pissed and not understanding it at the same time. She understood that if ever June dated someone, she knows to be a wrong person, she would also tell her otherwise. Maybe she would actually been furious as well because she simply wants her friend to be happy but it would impossible considering she is aware that the guy is a jerk but June¡¯s attitude was aggressive, almost violently aggressive. And Sara saw no reason for June to apany so much hatred towards Dean. She had hardly ever met Dean; Sara know they had never been even alone to hold a conversation and if she wanted to me Dean¡¯s past for her reason of hate then Sara simply had a hard time buying it. They finally stopped when they reached the bleachers. June took a seat and red at the empty football ground with vengeance. Sara could only sigh and take a seat with her. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me?¡± June demanded. ¡°Because of this, obviously.¡± Sara wasn¡¯t exactly a pushover and there was no way she would act to be a docile little girl when it came to her private matter. She respected June¡¯s opinion but only if June would actually keep it as an opinion. ¡°What? I don¡¯t even a right to be angry about not knowing about your getting into a rtionship?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you dare throw it at me. You were angry even before I decided to forgive Dean.¡± Sara snapped back. ¡°For good reasons! Are you going to act like Dean¡¯s past never happened? Or he never left!?¡± June turned her angry eyes at her. ¡°I never said that and what am I supposed to do? I can¡¯t change it. And there was no saying that if in future I get into a rtionship the guy would be without an ex or two. Am I supposed to hate him for waiting for me toe into his life? Should I hold it against him just because he was in a rtionship before me? As for why he left, it was a private matter and I will not hold it against him anymore.¡± ¡°Ex? They were fuck buddies, Sara. Open your eyes.¡± June barked a maliceugh. ¡°How does that make a difference? Am I supposed to hate him for not being a virgin now?¡± Sara required; she had realized that this conversation will go nowhere. ¡°Look at you! He has already turned you against me. Someone who is actually capable of warning you about him. We are fighting because of him!¡± June took her hands in hers but Sara only saw hatred in her eyes, it was so deep that even if she had any other emotion there, Sara would be unable to see it. ¡°No, June. You are fighting because of him.¡± Sara gently reminded her friend, feeling a bit tired. June eyes widen and she snapped up from her seat, looking down at her with fuming eyes she said, ¡°You have changed! He has already changed you enough for you to start a fight with me.¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t changed, June. It was just fortunate that we never had something we ever argued over.¡± Sara¡¯s voice had turned even softer. She smiled slightly at her friend who was so bound so hate someone she very dearly loved and adored. The feeling was twisting her insides, just knowing that someone who was so loved to her could be so hated by someone she also held important. ¡°Do whatever you want.¡± June yelled and before Sara could stop her, raced away. Sara had stood up to follow her but she couldn¡¯t find the need to chase after her friend who was being very unreasonable which was very out of character for her. Sara knew they didn¡¯t get along, knew that June had held some kind of grudge against Dean but for her tosh out like her had surprised her. She should ask Dean incase June ever became his victim of jests or pranks. She sighed heavily and leaned back on the seat, closing her eyes. Though she was annoyed by all this, she was more hurt. Though she never though June to nice about it but her rejection to ept Dean was more painful than she was ready to admit. June had been there for her when Dean wasn¡¯t and she would never forget that and she had hoped June understood that well but form what how she was acting, waiting a few days would be a better choice.R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only She sat there for an hour, with her eyes closed while trying to clear her mind and just for a while not think about anything at all. The past month had been so overwhelming that she almost had no time to take a breather. It has not been all bad but the fact that she felt too much and too little time was a bit tiring. She never knew that emotions would be this tiring. She felt him when he came closer and took a seat beside her, without opening her eyes she leaned into him as he embraced her. She breathes into his scent and wished time would stop for just a while so she could live a bit longer in the world where it was only him and her. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, baby.¡± He cooed as he brushed her hair from his hand. ¡°You wanted me unapologetic, Dean. So, let¡¯s keep our love exactly that.¡± Sara mumbled back and felt him stiffen beside her for few seconds before he kissed her forehead very slightly but his lips lingered on her skin for a long time as if he was trying to hold some deep emotions inside. She had never seen Dean being so bare, so undecorated before. It was like he hade to pursue her with all his might, leaving no stone unturned. He was unwilling to hide anything from her anymore and was giving his all to make sure she knew him, understood how her words made his emotions dance in joy. How just her being there was enough for him to be simply happy. The Dean she remembered was cool, very cocky and very aware of his presence. But the Dean who loved her was a very different person. The Dean who loved her was so easily moved by her every word, would ve himself to her happiness so willingly that it made her breathless. The Dean who only held her in his eyes was so beautiful to her that she wanted to hide him. The feeling of such possessiveness was very new to her. She had always felt hurt before but now this new feeling which was growing, this need to protect this man who was so bare about how much he adored her was so strong that she could only ept it and do exactly that. ¡°Try to remember, Dean. Are you sure you have never done anything wrong with June? Or if any of your friends got involved with her?¡± Sara asked opening her eyes and turning to him, still wanting to make sure. She highly doubted Dean did anything but his friends were a bit wild. She was d Dean wasn¡¯t offended and actually thought over the matter but within few seconds his eyebrows crunched and he shook his head. Rubbing her cheek, he recalled, ¡°It¡¯s very impossible no matter how much I think about it. I can say for myself that I never associated with her. As for my friends then that is impossible, Sara. They were too old to mess with such a young kid. The thought of even anyone of them dating June seems very unlikely but I¡¯ll still ask around.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Sara kissed his cheek and rise up, stretching. She felt his eyes on her and found them digging holes on her body, the heat them made her blush and smack him on the head. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Stop staring at my body like a pervert.¡± Sara fumed. Chapter 30 Dean¡¯s eyes turned devious as he stood up and pulled her to his chest tightly. Their pelvis was touching so closely that Sara could only look at him in horror andplete embarrassment. She didn¡¯t dare to struggle in case she identally give rise to trouble. The blood was rushing crazily all over her body, she could feel her heart having a panic attack. He groped her butt like a pervert and whispered hoarsely, ¡°But baby, you belong to me now so technically I am looking at my body, and touching it.¡± With that his hand went under her clothes, his fingers grazing her back making a shiver travel down to her spine. Before he could do anything else, Sara shook out of her daze and embarrassment and put her elbow on his neck, pushing it to his throat. Her eyes red at her boyfriend who was slowly losing his marbles. Dean shamelessly grinned at her and leaned back, raising his hand in surrender. ¡°You are so beautiful.¡± He murmured, grabbing her hand and kissing it and despite her anger she melted. He pushed it to his chest as he started pulling her to school. She willingly let him guide her, staring at his joyous smile with clutched chest. It was painfully sweet and she was bathing in its sensation. She noticed how his step felt like air and she wanted to dance with him to his songs, the one that was ringing in his mind as he touched her, as he be with her. ¡°Try talking to her once again after school ends. Maybe she is mad about losing her friend suddenly.¡± Dean reasoned.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. Sara stared at his side profile and then mocked, ¡°It¡¯s creepy when you act like an adult.¡± ¡°Oh, baby. I haven¡¯t even started acting like one yet.¡± Obviously, Dean saw it as a chance to get touchy which she stopped with a re. When the school ended, Sara had been waiting outside June¡¯s ssroom for her toe outside. She had actually sneaked out of her ss a bit early so she will catch June. When finally, the bell rang, the kids slowly came outside after the teacher. June was one of thest ones toe out, when she noticed Sara, she was about to walk away when Sara grabbed her from her hand. ¡°Let¡¯s calmly talk this over.¡± Sara said and she saw as June was probably about to yet at her before suddenly calming down and nodded. Sara texted Dean about going home with June as June drove them to Sara¡¯s ce. They silently ate the snacks which her mother had prepared. The silent was heavy but Sara wanted to properly collect her thoughts. She wanted to resolve the issue once and for all so that her friend would be okay with Dean. She was aware that from now on, Dean would be taking a lot of her time but she wanted to keep June with her as well. She didn¡¯t want to choose between either of them because both of them held different ce in her heart. By the time they were done, they were alone in the kitchen. Sara poured them some herbal tea and waited for a while before opening her mouth. ¡°June, I will not break up with Dean. Not for the reasons you provide. You are my best friend, I don¡¯t want to lose you because of something so petty.¡± ¡°He will hurt you, Sara. He is not worthy of your trust.¡± June argued, her eyes weren¡¯t as angry as they were this morning. ¡°June, I am not a child. I am capable of taking responsibility of my decisions.¡± Sara softly reminded her friend. ¡°What if he leaves you to a point where you can¡¯t? On what bases are you trusting him so much?¡± June demanded, her body leaning forward toward she, it was a bit intimidating. ¡°June, I don¡¯t know why you believe you but as someone who have known him for years now, I can assure you he will never willingly hurt me and he never has.¡± Sara was once again trying not to lose her cool. She was getting annoyed and angry. She didn¡¯t want to hear anything bad about Dean. June went silent after that, she simply glowered at the table, her hands clutching and unclutching repeatedly as if she was trying to maintain her anger. Sara waited patiently for her answer for a while but when she saw June wasn¡¯t willing to talk, she continued, ¡°How about this, if and only if he did hurt me. You can have bragging right for the rest of our lives. I give you full right to kill me if I beg to go back to him, what do you say?¡± June turned towards her and slowly smiled and then a smallugh escapes her mouth. She nodded to Sara which made her grin. She leaned forward to hug June whileughing. ¡°Let¡¯s never fight again.¡± Sara dered while smiling. ¡°Sure. But you better keep your word. I have full right.¡± June said while grinning back. Sara cheerfully nodded. Chapter 31 He had nned to wake up early that day to make breakfast for O¡¯Brian except his rm didn¡¯t go off. No, his rm probably did go off but his cellphone was dead when he woke up at 10 am. He was busy watching videos on how to make birthdays special and didn¡¯t realize that his battery was low enough to die somewhere in the middle of the night. When he had switched on his cellphone after charging it, he saw multiple missed calls and text messages from O¡¯Brian which made him curse out loud. He dialed her number but even after many rings she didn¡¯t pick up which meant she was in ss. Still half asleep he went downstairs to see Drake ying video games in his underwear. He frowned and smacked his head. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t you wake me up?¡± Dean demanded while dropping himself beside Drake on the couch. ¡°Since when had it be my job to wake you up?¡± ¡°Since I didn¡¯t wake up for school.¡± Dean snapped. He knew he was taking out his frustration on Drake but he wanted to wake O¡¯Brian with some flirting and breaking fast. ¡°What crawled up your ass and died?¡± Drake asked, his eyes focused on the screen. ¡°It¡¯s Sara¡¯s birthday today.¡± Dean murmured regretfully. Though he didn¡¯t care about him not being the first to wish her, he wanted to wake her up himself. ¡°It is? She is finally turning 18?¡± Drake asked with a whistle and smirk which made Dean smack him harder. ¡°Shut up, stop talking about your sister-inw in such manner.¡± A growl warned Drake who still looked ready to make another stupid remark but listening to his warning heughed and asked, ¡°Aren¡¯t you too cocky too soon?¡± Dean just red at him and sighed. He wanted to take her out for fancy dinner but consider O¡¯Brian would just curse at him for waste money on food which didn¡¯t even fill her stomach he had asked Britney to prepare things at home for her. The brat liked simple things so he didn¡¯t want to push her onto something she wouldn¡¯t even enjoy. Her gifts were already prepared and delivered to Britney¡¯s closet. This time they had gone a bit out of hand but it had been a long time since he was able to celebrate her birthday with her so he got too excited. Standing up he went back to his room and noticed his cellphone shing. He quickly opened it and saw Sara¡¯s message which stated she was in ss and where the hell was, he? Dean grinned at texted he would being in few minutes. After that he quickly jumped into the shower. When he was done changing, he called Britney to ask if any help was needed. She simply sent him a list of things quiet bluntly which made himugh. When he reached the school, he texted Sara toe outside so they could ditch. He might not have enough time today to spend some alone time with her so he wanted to use this opportunity and y around with her. Sara came out within few minutes but not to ditch school with him but to drag him inside. ¡°Baby, no. We are leaving.¡± Dean refuse toe out of the car and tried to grab her from his window to kiss her ¡®good morning¡¯ but was easily smacked. ¡°I am not ditching school, Dean. Not again. And neither should you.¡± O¡¯Brian snapped; her angry eyes were seducing him into doing something stupid. ¡°O¡¯Brian you have a busy day ahead. I want to spend some time alone with you on your birthday.¡± He softly reminded her and once again tried to grab her. His words had probably surprised her because she let him touch her. He didn¡¯t push her forward to kiss her in case she loses the bit of mercy she was having on him and punch him in the face. He brushed her face with his fingers and smiled happily at her red cheeks.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. She red at him but still went to the other side to get in the car. He grinned widely at his victory and the second she sat down and closed the door, he saddled her and grabbed her lips with his, his one arm going around her lower back and other holding her head. His heart which had already been racing on her sight now tightened in his chest. Considering she was 18 now make the possessive and pervert part of his mind roam in impatience to strip her make her his but he had always been a reasonable person when it came to Sara¡¯s respect so of course he wasn¡¯t going to do anything rash but he wanted to take what he could at least. He didn¡¯t deepen the kiss; he didn¡¯t want to stir himself in the school¡¯s parking lot. So, he just gently kissed her for a while and then jumped back on his seat whileughing like a child. O¡¯Brian just sat there in shock for a long time so he simply started the engine and started driving towards a grocery store. After few minutes when she finally got out of her daze she asked, ¡°Where are we going?¡± ¡°Grocery shopping, my love.¡± He replied while smiled softly at her. ¡°You wanted to spend time alone with me by doing grocery shopping?¡± She asked while tilting her head in confusion which made him want to crush her in his embrace. ¡°Did you have something else in mind, you naughty girl?¡± Dean wiggled his eyebrows and smirked wolfishly which earned him a bored look from Sara as if he was a donkey. Though he was insulted by such loud insult through single look, it never stopped him before so he was defiantly not going to stop now. ¡°I am fine anywhere as long as I have you with me.¡± He continued to save some of his dignity which made Sara smile at him so adoringly that he couldn¡¯t help his next sentence, ¡°But if you wanted to do something naughty you should have told me before, I didn¡¯t prepare any cond¡ª-¡± his words were interrupted by a sharp pinch on his thigh which just made the situation worse for him. He internally swore but decided for his own self to stay quiet. When they arrived at the grocery shop, he easily pulled a cart and made O¡¯Brian pull out his cellphone to take out the list Britney had sent. As they started walking around randomly, he felt his heart filling up with some deep happiness as if a burst of warmth was burning inside him making his mind fuzzy as if he was some happy pill. Was this what their future will be like? As he stared at O¡¯Brian reading the ingredients on the back of salsa jar, an image shed past his eyes, he was suddenly standing in future with an older version of himself and Sara who still looked as striking as she did now. With her hair in a messy bun, she was standing beside him arguing about the harmful ingredients in premade things. The picture was so pretty that he felt a tightness in his throat. ¡°¡­ ean? Dean?¡± He was back in present and saw the beautiful O¡¯Brian looking at him in worry. He smiled at her slowly and watched as she confusingly smiled back at him. ¡°What were you thinking about?¡± She asked leaning towards him. He habitually pulled his arms around her waist and kissed her nose. Looking down on her wide eyes which was epting his love so openly made him want to scream out loud to tell everyone how happy he was. ¡°About my future wife.¡± He whispered in her ear and watched in delight at her blushing cheeks. She softlyughed and shook her head as ifughing at his ridiculousness. ¡°Yeah? Who might she be?¡± She asked with a cheeky smile. ¡°Sara Woond.¡± He easily replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world and watched as she stared at him with such bare eyes which were screaming how much she loved him. It took him once again by surprise like they had that day. He didn¡¯t why, but watching those eyes he was so used to loving dancing on the same love songs he used to hear just made it difficult for him to breathe. He wanted to believe her, wanted to assure himself that he was the only one who had right on Sara O¡¯Brian¡¯s love but yet a part of him just refuse to believe that he deserved it. But so, what if he didn¡¯t deserve it. As long as he was the one who had right and ownership on her love, he could live well. Before she could say anything to him the sound of his name made him froze. His hands surrounding O¡¯Brian tightened. He slowly turned while still holding her to see his mother standing there, a forgotten shopping cart beside her filled with all kind of food. The pearls in her neck were still as tight as he always remembered. Chapter 32 ¡°Dean? Sara?¡± She cried and rushed forward but Dean pushed Sara behind him as if to hide her from her. Her steps stopped in the middle as she stared wide eye at them. ¡°I told you stay away from us.¡± Dean spit out, his figure trying to hide Sara awaypletely behind him. ¡°Dean, honey. Please listen to me. Just once.¡± His mother pleaded; her voice as desperate as his was when he was begging his father to not kick him out. ¡°What more do you want to take away from me?¡± Dean demanded. He was trying not to shout. He wanted to shout at her to go away, to never appear in front of him again. But he knew they were in public; he knew that people were already watching. He didn¡¯t want either of those disgusting creatures who helped give birth to him ever appear in front of him again. He was afraid, so afraid that they might take Sara away from him. He was afraid they would make Sara realize that he wasn¡¯t good enough, that he had some dirty blood running in his veins. That he was born out of a sin. ¡°No, I don¡¯t want to take anything away. Sara¡­ please ask hi¡ª-¡± ¡°Don¡¯t take her name from your filthy mouth.¡± Dean snapped. A hand brushed his back softly and reminded that Sara was still there, still his, he tried to calm himself down. ¡°Dean please, I need you. Your little brother needs you.¡± The woman cried; her one hand was on her stomach which Dean hadn¡¯t noticed before. His eyes slowly fell on her stomach. Though it wasn¡¯t obvious unless you actually look at it carefully, he could see the small bump there. A cold shiver ran down her spine. He watched in horror at the woman he once had called his mother. ¡°You need toe home to protect him. You need to make your father believe that he is his child! Please!¡± Dean heart felt like it was breaking in pieces. He had believed he had stopped caring but wasn¡¯t this too cruel? He stood there trying to find a way to escape. Praying that the woman in front of him either shut up or just disappear but she was standing in front of him slowly stabbing him with her words.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. ¡°You are all grown now, you need to protect your mother. We need yo¡ª-¡± The sound of a hard p made him realize that his hands were empty behind him. He hadn¡¯t even noticed when O¡¯Brian shake his hand off her and had moved to p his mother right on the face but there she was, standing in front of him like an angry tigress who had her teeth bare. Her angry eyes which he so adored were ring down at his mother. ¡°You disgusting pig!¡± She spit out and pushed her back into his chest, not to demandfort but to provide a shield. ¡°How dare you think that he wille back to that house to protect a sorry excuse like you? Dean doesn¡¯t need the name attached to the blood flowing in him. He doesn¡¯t need you nor do you have any right to demand anything from him. Go back in your hell hole alone. Dean is mine.¡± Her cold voice had surprised him. He had never really seen her angry. Not like this, never like this she was at the end of her patience. His arms went around her waist as he pulled her closer to his chest to ept her protection without being shameful. ¡°Sara¡­¡± The woman stared at his O¡¯Brian in shock, her one hand holding her redden cheek. The tears in her eyes just fueled O¡¯Brian¡¯s anger. ¡°Don¡¯t ruin our date with your ugly face.¡± Sara warned her and after grabbing his hand from one hand and pushing the cart with other she dragged him away. He followed her while staring at the back of her head. When they had walked away a safe distance he stopped and pulled her to his chest, embracing her. ¡°Stop being so sexy.¡± He mumbled in her neck, a helpless smile on his face. ¡°Nobody has right to demand anything from you except me.¡± She dered hotly and heughed while leaning back. Her mouth was also in a cheeky grin, the angry from before was gone like wind form her. ¡°Yes, my love.¡± He epted while kissing her hand. They wasted a couple of hours looking at useless things and buying even more useless things. When they were done, they drove back to O¡¯Brian¡¯s ce where Britney was waiting for them with her hands on her hips. She red at them when they entered the kitchen. ¡°You useless human beings.¡± She snapped at them. Sara quickly hides behind him and pushed him towards the angry woman. He just smiled charmingly, put down the shoppers and took her hands in his and coaxed her gently, ¡°Show us mercy, mother-inw.¡± Britney was surprised by his words but thenughed and gently pped his cheeks. Her eyes shine in happiness as she looked at him and for him that was enough. Sara had been right; he already had a family. He already had everything right in this house. ¡°What a charming son-inw I have.¡± She said sweetly which made Dean blink his eyes as if trying to prove her that he was indeed charming. ¡°I didn¡¯t know you had asked Jamie to marry you.¡± Sara¡¯s taunting voice made him turn to see her smiling but not really smiling. He could only open his mouth to try to coax her but found her continuing, ¡°Unless it¡¯s Jamie who you asked, I don¡¯t see how you could dare to dere yourself this house¡¯s son-inw you shameless pervert.¡± Dean looked at Britney for help who simplyughed and shrugged away his pleading eyes. He turned back to look at O¡¯Brian. ¡°I am dating you with the thought of marriage, so I obviously be this house¡¯s son-inw.¡± Dean tried confidently force himself on her but she wasn¡¯t really buying his useless act. She rolled her eyes and left the kitchen and he could only follow her like a love sick puppy. She simply ignored him and went to her room where she put down her bag and took off her snickers. ¡°Where is my birthday gift?¡± She suddenly asked while taking off her jacket but her eyes still wasn¡¯t looking at him. ¡°I prepared a lot!¡± He proudly stated and waited for her to praise him. She turned to him and all he could do was wait for her to throw something at him but instead she walked towards him and took his hand pulling him to sit down on the bed. He decided to not make any remarks because she looked a bit serious for his useless jokes. ¡°This time can I ask something myself?¡± She asked after she kneeled on the floor between his legs, her eyes stared at his. They weren¡¯t as bare as he was used to seeing in them. Confused he could only nod slowly. ¡°Can you ept my name as yours?¡± She asked and Dean could only look more confused. She noticed that he didn¡¯t understand because she let go of his hand and opened the drawer of her side table and pulled out a thin file and handed it to him. He opened and found a petition for changing name where his name was written. The form was mostly filled. When he read the new name written on it, he snapped his head to look at O¡¯Brian in disbelieve. He felt like his heart stopped. ¡°Can you give me this?¡± She asked, a soft smile on her lips and he couldn¡¯t breathe properly. ¡°This¡­.¡± He couldn¡¯t find any words to say. He looked in those beautiful circles which held such strong adoration in them as the owner of them cupped his face and asked softly, ¡°Won¡¯t you be Dean O¡¯Brian for me?¡± Chapter 33 She slowly opened her eyes and then blinked them a few times. She could smell him, his blue shirt was right in front of her carrying a clean, soupy scent. Her hair was being creased softly and it almost felt like wind. She moved her neck and looked up at him. He was already looking at her. With those dark, narrowed eyes he was staring at her. It seemed like he had been awake for quite a while now. ¡°Are you really awake this time?¡± He slowly smiled and kissed her forehead. ¡°Hmmm?¡± She mumbled, not wanted to talk but simply blinked her eyes at him. His silentugh vibrated her mind to putty as he said, ¡°You woke up twice before. Stared at me and fell back to sleep.¡± Huh? She didn¡¯t really remember anything. ¡°What time will you be meeting June?¡± He asked watching her dazed look. His eyes danced in joy at her obvious staring. ¡°At noon. She will text me.¡± Sara replied and rubbed her face into his chest. She felt Dean hug her closer to his chest and kiss her hair. ¡°What time would you be back?¡± ¡°Why do you care? Aren¡¯t you meeting your high school ssmates?¡± Dean pushed her from her chest and looked at her with raised eyebrow. ¡°What got you so grumpy about me meeting my friends?¡± She bit her lip and looked away. When Dean told her, he was meeting his old ssmates she didn¡¯t really think about it but then she remembered that this meeting would probably have girls. Girls Dean had probably messed around with and that just left a wrong feeling inside her. She didn¡¯t really care about what he had done but somehow it still made her very ufortable. She didn¡¯t want to show Dean that she was being a jealous moron but she couldn¡¯t help the bitterness in her voice. ¡°Will there be girls there?¡± She kicked her pride and demanded, suddenly feeling very awake. Who cares if he makes fun of her, she wanted to know if there were some clingy bratsing to touch her man? When Dean didn¡¯t answer instantly she turned her eyes towards him and red hard. Dean had a sheepish smile on his face and he was clearly avoiding to look at her. She put her hand on his thigh and pinched hard making him groan out in pain. ¡°I am asking you something!¡± Dean slowly looked at her and cheekily replied, ¡°Of course babe, there will be girls there.¡± Was that something to be cheeky about? Sara didn¡¯t think so! ¡°Oh, and how many of these girls have you messed around with?¡± She demanded. She didn¡¯t want to know how much of a brat she sounded like because she already feltme enough to demand such ridiculous answers from him but she wasn¡¯t the type to hide things easily. Dean suddenly looked confused and then heughed, loudly. Pulling her toy over him he looked at her with such joyous eyes that she wanted to nail them out of that stupidly adorable face. He cupped her face and answered, ¡°I have never messed around with anyone from our high school. There were only couple of girls and none of them were even from this town.¡± She raised herself up in shock and stared at him with an open mouth. Did he think she was stupid? She had clearly heard seniors unt about how they had slept with him. Why is he lying but then she paused her thoughts? Dean didn¡¯t actually had any reason to lie to her and its not it mattered who he messed around with so why would he deny it? Did that mean it was all a lie? ¡°Why are you looking at me like that?¡± Dean asked, tucking her hair behind her ear and smiling. Her heart skipped a beat. ¡°Is that true? I had clearly heard many seniors menti¡ª¡ª¡± ¡°Most such rumors about me where simply rumors. I never messed around with more than three girls, I can assure you that and that was also just for a month. After that I never touched anyone other than you. Why are we talking about my such colorful past at 10 in the morning again?¡± Dean was clearly very ufortable with the topic and he had actual nerve to look a little embarrassed as well. Sara narrowed her eyes at him and raise up so she was straddling his hips. Crossing her arms over chest she stared at him silently. ¡°Babe, are you seducing me?¡± Dean hand crawled to her hips and was just about to slide under her shirt when she smacked him directly on the nose. Did it seem like she would seduce him after talking about his history? Was he trying to piss her off? ¡°So, everything was a lie?¡± ¡°Sweetheart, teenagers parties usually end up with everyone being too hammered to remember anything. I never spent a night out enough to even wait for them to be hammered, why would I fool around with them? Now, can we stop talking about it?¡± Dean asked and once again tried to grab her hips. She simply pinched his thigh once again and ignored him as she carried on thinking. ¡°Baby, either let me touch you or get off. I am begging you.¡± She heard him say but she simply ignored him as she collected her thoughts. That wasn¡¯t so bad. It also meant that June had believed those rumors and hold a grudge against Dean due to them, she could simply clear her misunderstanding. She didn¡¯t doubt Dean because as much as a pervert, clingy puppy he was, he wasn¡¯t a liar. He had never lied to her so she didn¡¯t have any reason to not believe him. Suddenly she was thrown on the bed as Dean straddled her and leaned down to demand, ¡°Are you testing my patient, O¡¯Brian?¡± Before she could bite his head off, she was kissed. As if something snapped inside her, she pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist as she kissed him back. Considering that he kissed her a lot, she has gained a bit of experience as well especially when it concerned how to twist Dean¡¯s switches. She had always refused to back down easily, especially when it came to Dean. She never really needed confident when it came to their rtionship or Dean¡¯s feelings for her. How much he loved her, she was aware more than even he himself was so of course she was going to all out as well. Trailed her hands under his shirt, she touched his chest, stomach and then went to his back, nailing him softly. Dean had frozen above her and actually pushed himself away as if he was electrified. Seeing his horror filled look, she pushed him away further and jumped off from the bed. Though her pulse was out of control, she had better control of her body. This was where her inexperience actually helped her so she threw him a kiss and danced to the bathroom, locking the door behind to take a shower. When she came out, Dean wasn¡¯t in the room. Knowing he was probably preparing breakfast, she changed into some jeans and sweatshirt. She was just hanging out with June; it wasn¡¯t like she needed to dress up. Putting on sunscreen and some lip tint, she made her way downstairs. She immediately noticed that Dean was in a bad mood. He was ring at the toaster like it had killed someone dear to him. She slowly made her way towards him and touched his face. As her angry eyes met hers, she was pulled into a hug. ¡°What¡¯s wrong baby?¡± She asked softly while rubbing his back. ¡°My father called; he wants to see me.¡± Dean spit out and Sara instantly hugged him tighter. Her eyes raging fire as she also started ring at nothing. ¡°Why?¡± She demanded.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. ¡°I don¡¯t know. His sectary called to tell me he wants to see me.¡± Sara wanted to punch that bastard. The least he could do was called Dean himself. She leaned back and cupped his face, assuring him with her eyes as she told him, ¡°You should go and just end it once and for all, Dean. Just face him, talk, scream, shout if you want to and thene back home.¡± Dean blinked his dark eyes and then kissed her head, his lips lingering on her skin as he slowly nodded his head. She didn¡¯t want to offer to go with him. It wasn¡¯t her fight and Dean needed to face his father himself and alone. Her mother was a different case, she didn¡¯t want to let his father see Dean as someone weak because he wasn¡¯t. She couldn¡¯t even image being thrown away by her parents due to some rumors, she didn¡¯t know what he felt except that he was hurt, still was so she wanted him to end it all. Dean mood was better as he hand fed her the breakfast. He didn¡¯t try to force a smile but after making sure she was fed; he kissed her hard on the mouth and left for his ce after she assured him, she will keep in touch with him. Chapter 34 It was around 1 when June texted her that she had left her ce. Her mum and brother were already awake and was just chatting in the kitchen about if they would eat out today or order take-out since both her and Dean would be gone for the night. She waved her mother goodbye and left the house. June was waiting for in the car. When Sara entered the car, she cheerfully greeted her and was surprised to see June looking a bit both Gothic than usual. ¡°Wow! You look¡­. dark.¡± Saramented while staring at the dark lipstick on June¡¯s lips. ¡°And you look like you just woke up. Is Dean the only one who you dress up for? You could have at least worn a lipstick!¡± June snapped back at her blunt staring. Saraughed and pointed to her lips, ¡°I am wearing a tint. Lipstick just rubs off when you eat and I n on going crazy today!¡± June smiled at her and then shook her head as she drove to the mall. On the way she put on some music which they both screamed along. Sara had actually missed hanging out with June. She adored Dean and was happy that they could goof around even while being intimate but June was her still different. She was sure Dean would be happy to have a girl talk with her but she would prefer to have that with an actual girl. When they reached the mall, they immediately went on shopping spree. Sara wanted to buy some new boots. She had obsessive love for leather boots along with off shoulder things. Though with Dean around, it was hard for her to wear off shoulder things she still wanted to buy them. As they were browsing, Sara noticed a beige backless loss shirt. She had never really felt anything much about backless things but this one looks so pretty so she bought it anyway. She could show Dean and see what he thought about it. ¡°Are you sure? You haven¡¯t ever worn such style before.¡± June said when she noticed her picked it up. Sara just shrugged her shoulder. She hasn¡¯t done a lot of things she hadn¡¯t done before but she liked when Dean liked what she wears. June had dragged herter to a record store where she wanted to buy some of her metal records which Sara had zero interest in. Sara wasn¡¯t a music person. She would asionally listen to music when she was on herptop on in car but going out of her way to buy it just sounded bothersome. After that they went to the food court where they went crazy on food. Sara had been dying for some spicy pasta so she ordered two servings and enjoyed them while June wanted to eat her regr cheeseburger. Between the days she had texted Dean to ask him about what was going on to which Dean had assured her that it was alright now. After warning him after drinking, they made their way to a salon. Sara had to get some waxing done while June wanted to get her eyebrow thread. Sara could never understand June¡¯s obsession with thin eyebrows. Thest time she had seen such sorry eyebrows were on celebrities in early 2000 but yet June still forced her such dark and beautiful eyebrows to be turned into a thin line, almost as if they were drawn by sharpie. It was around 6 when they finally got free from the salon. Since they never got the time before, they actually got manicures done as well. Sara had actually gotten some nail art done this time on her sorry nails. It wasn¡¯t much but simple marbling. It was around the same time Dean texted her about leaving for the get together. Sara replied with a long rant on what he should and shouldn¡¯t do and ended it with a threat that if she heard anything fishy from Drake, she will end him. ¡°Is there anything left to buy?¡± Sara asked when they sat down in a corner to take rest. ¡°Fush, I wanted to go to the body shop. I am all out of my body-wash. ¡± June cursed and started to drag her to the esctor once again. Sara wanted to wine but she remembered that since Dean starteding over, her stuff was running fast. How much body-wash did he use? She actually saw him using her body butter few times as well. No wonder he smelled so good. Smiling to herself she followed June. Of course, though she had been unwilling to go, it was the kind of ce where she could lost herself to time. She tried their new products with June and it wasn¡¯t until an hour passed when they came out with hands full. Sara actually hadn¡¯t wasted money, she simply bought everything from two of their collections. One for Dean and one for herself hoping that Dean would actually use those things instead of hers. It was dark outside when they went out. And colder too, the air was chilly enough to make Sara shiver. It was almost December; they were expecting snow so that wasn¡¯t a surprise. June helped Sara put everything inside the car and she texted Dean that she was on her way home.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. It wasn¡¯t after fifteen minutes passed that Sara noticed that she didn¡¯t recognize the area around. She stayed silent, wondering if maybe June wanted to go somewhere else. Sara hadn¡¯t drive much so she wasn¡¯t very confident with how roads worked. Few more minutes in, the car suddenly stopped. Sara turned towards June who looked a little nk. ¡°June, why did you stop?¡± Sara asked, confused. ¡°I didn¡¯t. Something happened with the car. Wait, I¡¯ll check.¡± June said and was about to go outside when Sara stopped her. She noticed that they were in a deserted area and was afraid that something would happen. ¡°I¡¯lle with you.¡± She said and as June nodded, they got out of the car. They both opened their cellphone shlights and June opened the bumper, leaning down to take a look. Sara had zero knowledge about cars so she simply gave June light to see. ¡°June, let¡¯s call someone.¡± Sara said. She had a bad feeling about it all. Dread was slowly pressing down on her. She didn¡¯t wait for June to reply and opened her phone to call Dean when June shouted, ¡°There is someone driving over!¡± Before Sara could stop her, June was already waving her arms around. Sara pulled on her friend and snapped, ¡°Have you lost your mind? We can¡¯t trust a stranger!¡± She was getting more afraid. She didn¡¯t know how to fight and she wasn¡¯t that good of a runner either. What the hell was June thinking, stopping a stranger. ¡°Rx, Sara. It¡¯s a normal car. We¡¯ll just ask to let him take a look. If he can¡¯t help, you can call Dean. They guy finally got to meet his friends after so long, it would be rude to call him over simply because of something like that.¡± Sara opened her mouth to answer but then suddenly paused, staring at June. ¡°How do you know what he is doing?¡± Sara slowly asked, a little confused and a little afraid. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain behind her head, knocking the breath out of her. Thest thing she remembered was June staring at her nkly as she lost conscious. Chapter 35 ¡°Mr Woond would see you now.¡± He raised his head and nodded. Standing up, he followed the young sectary in unhurried and unwilling steps. The file in his hand was clutched tightly and his face wasn¡¯t as nk as he wanted it to be, the frost of his inner anger, frustration and fear, all were as clear as day. He almost wished that O¡¯Brian was there with him but the thought left as soon as it came. He didn¡¯t want her to see him this week, didn¡¯t wanted himself to be so weak but his rtion with his father had always been like that. Growing up, he always was simply his son in name. He didn¡¯t have any memories of his father ever simply talking to him. It was either him scolding him or just staring down at him like he was a disappointment.R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only At that time, he didn¡¯t understand and he still didn¡¯t. He wasn¡¯t a bad student; he wasn¡¯t great but he was above average which could be good if he worked harder which also happened asionally. He didn¡¯tck in strength, didn¡¯t do anything out of context but yet his father¡¯s dissatisfaction with him had no end. Later when it was rumored that he wasn¡¯t his son, it felt more like that his father was simply waiting for thestndmine for him to step on to kick him out of the family rather than feeling the actual anger of betrayal. He knew his father never believed for a second that he wasn¡¯t his son. If his mother actually had guts to cheat on his father, he wouldn¡¯t have been so miserable. He still sometimes wondered why his father wasn¡¯t happy with him but he wanted to stop already. He didn¡¯t want to think about these things, didn¡¯t wanted to waste his time and emotions on answers he would never get. He wanted to concentrate on O¡¯Brian with his all his attention. He wanted to build a different home with her, wanted to live a better life with her. He paused his steps when the sectary did. They were waiting outside arge door when it was opened from inside by another woman. She let him enter alone and stepped out, closing the door behind. He wasn¡¯t in a hurry to look at his father but simply walked closer and took a seat. ¡°I didn¡¯t say you could sit.¡± His father¡¯s silently heavy voice drawled out. Dean raised his head and looked at the man which he admits, didn¡¯t look much like him. His pale blonde hair was fading and Dean was d that he wasn¡¯t born with blonde hair. He has heard storied about how their fading hairline start quiet earlier then people with darker hair. He had grown older since he hadst seen him but there was still an air of arrogance around him like the whole world owned him but somehow Dean felt the fear leave his bones like air just passing by. He wasn¡¯t intimated by the old man. The man was also staring deeply at him with a gaze which wasn¡¯t losing his cool. ¡°I don¡¯t need your permission to do anything. I don¡¯t work for you.¡± Dean replied coldly but while looking him in the eye. His father frowned but didn¡¯t argue as he leaned back and said, ¡°Your mother is expecting again.¡± ¡°Oh, and this time you believe the father is the butler?¡± Dean smiled. The frost in his father¡¯s eyes turned icier and leaned forward and spit out, ¡°Are you mocking me? It seems you really are that woman¡¯s son.¡± ¡°Mocking you? I won¡¯t dare Mr Woond. But considering that my mother never steps out of the house, the butler seems to be the obvious father of the child or are you implying that the child is yours? That doesn¡¯t seem very likely because your probably don¡¯t even remember who was thest women you slept with.¡± His father stood up and smacked his hand on the table, his red eyes were burning in anger as he shouted, ¡°Shut up! How dare you talk to me like that?¡± Dean stopped smiling and also stood up, his expressions turned cold as leaning down on the table with his hands and he asked softly, ¡°Why wouldn¡¯t I dare to speak like that? Are you someone I should be afraid of?¡± ¡°Dean Woond!¡± ¡°It¡¯s Dean O¡¯Brian now, Mr Woond.¡± His father¡¯s red up eyes died down as he back away, staring at him wide eyes. Dean didn¡¯t understand his surprise, he was the one who was abandoned by them. He didn¡¯t want to read into things which didn¡¯t exist so he sighed and picked up the file he had brought and threw it in front of his father. ¡°I am your son. Here is the DNA report. I don¡¯t know why you hate me, why you never bothered to check but unfortunately, I have your dirty blood running in me. I don¡¯t want to know anything anymore. I have epted that you are my biological father and that cowardly woman is my mother but that is it. In future, I don¡¯t want to do anything with you anymore.¡± Dean slowly said. His words weren¡¯t rushed. He has waited a long time to end this so he had plenty of time. He wasn¡¯t angry anymore either, he just wanted to get out of this ce and return home. His father didn¡¯t move to look at the file. He was just staring at him, the emotions passing through eyes weren¡¯t noticed by Dean because Dean didn¡¯t care. He turned and walked out. His steps were unhurried but disyed an air of rxation as he walked out of the door. The first thing he did was text O¡¯Brian. He smiled when he read her reply walked towards his car. He wanted to meet her as soon as possible but he didn¡¯t want to bother her girl¡¯s day out and since he also hadmitments, there wasn¡¯t any point of asking her toe back. When he reached back home, Drake was already ready. Dean frowned as he watched his friend in a red silk shirt. He could never understand from where Drake took his fashion advises from. ¡°Do you think Madison Brown would being?¡± Drake asked, setting his hair once again. ¡°Who was that?¡± Dean asked while frowning. Drake turned to look at him in disappointment and rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath. When he was finally satisfied, he looked at Dean who rolled his eye and stepped out of the house again. Before starting to drive, he told O¡¯Brian that he was on his way to the get together who in returned warned him not to drink. Dean grinned to himself, he hadn¡¯t had more than one bottle of beer since forever but since her highness wasn¡¯t happy with that either, of course he wasn¡¯t going to drink. The get-together was in an Italian restaurant around 20 minutes away. It wasn¡¯t fancy but wasn¡¯t casual either. When they arrived, there were already quite a few people there. He greeted everyone even though he hardly remembered anyone. Taking a seat with a known face, he sat down. ¡°Dude! When did youe back?¡± James asked while smacking his back. Dean grinned and replied, ¡°It has been a while. What have you been up to?¡± ¡°Managing the store, dad retired. It hell boring but then again, I don¡¯t want to work harder either.¡± James replied in his usualid back,zy manner. He had always run away from anything which would require energy. Deanughed and shook hands with the iing two men. He recognized both of them as well. The Jordan twins were big at games. They both had their wolfish grins as they leaned down from both of his sides. ¡°Heard you finally caught O¡¯Brian, Dean.¡± Brian Jordan said, he was slightly taller than his twin but almost looked exactly like the other. ¡°Congrats. Must have been hard.¡± Jacob Jordan followed his brother. ¡°What? Dean you finally got together with Sara?¡± Someone shouted. ¡°No way! You old hag!¡± Someone else shouted. And then suddenly everyone was saying something but he really couldn¡¯t get a word in so he just grinned happily as he stuffed his face with garlic bread. The fact that he had been insanely in love with Sara wasn¡¯t a secret. His ssmates usually very obviously made fun of his one-sided love but Dean had never hidden his love for her so he didn¡¯t really mind all the bickering and shouting. It was like being back in ss again. His batch had always been very loud and noisy but as he was used to the noise, he let them celebrate his love life. It was worth celebrating, his love was worth celebrating. ¡°Is everyoneing?¡± Someone asked. ¡°No, there are few who can¡¯t make it.¡± Someone else replied. The Jordan twins had already taken a seat near him and were trying to get everything out of him. He wasn¡¯t polite with the details. He had always been willing to brag about O¡¯Brian and now since he had finally turned his luck around by making her his, he wasn¡¯t going to be stopped by anything so he loudly told the details of everything that has happened. Jordan twins weren¡¯t the only one who were interested in how it actually went down. None of them asked where he had been but then again, the probably would have guessed the details. Dean had started to get along with the wrong people very fast. It wasn¡¯t like they were dangerous enough to kill around. The restaurant he had been working at had an owner who became curious about him andter took him under his wing. He wasn¡¯t his most trusted man but he was capable so his rise in position moved up very fast but Dean was still unwilling to be too involved but it was good money, money nobody was willing to give him with his experience. He wanted to buy a ce fast so he could have his own space, he didn¡¯t want to burden O¡¯Brian¡¯s family or her. When the owner died, his son took over but he got along with him as well so soon he was handling bigger jobs. They weren¡¯t really mafia but just did business in a much savage manner. Lending money had always been a business which involved some level of force, especially when its lending money without question. As he talking happily about how things have been with O¡¯Brian, the crowd gotrger. It was getting nosier and as the bottles of beer were drowned down, it got louder as well. The sound of carelessly loudughter and shouting was probably disturbing the other guests but nobody stopped them. It wasn¡¯t until an hour passed before things finally calmed down. The food they had ordered was already served so the conversation slowed down a little as they ate. ¡°Have you guys heard about Je Parker?¡± A girl asked. ¡°Whose was that again?¡± Somebody else asked. ¡°Dude, remember the girl who was creepily obsessed with Dean?¡± Brian Jordan replied. ¡°What?¡± Dean was confused, he never remembered anyone like that. There had been girls who have hit on him but being obsessed with him? Even when it was known that he was madly in love with someone else, how could there be someone like that? There had been girls who had been stubborn but they always gave up in the end. His love was obvious enough for that. ¡°Don¡¯t you remember? The girl who used to watch you all the fucking time? She had very long hair, kinda looked sick¡­?¡± James tried to remind him. ¡°Wait, I might have a picture of her somewhere. I swear that girl used to scare me.¡± A girl said and started doing something in her phone. ¡°Anyway, what happened to her?¡± Someone asked the girl who had mentioned her in the first ce. ¡°She got pregnant a few days before graduation. Almost around the time Dean left. I only find outter. She tried to kill herself a few times before her parents admitted her in the hospital for treatment.¡± The girl said, her voice held firm pity but Dean couldn¡¯t find himself to feel anything. ¡°I don¡¯t remember her.¡± Dean shrugged and bit down on his pizza slice. ¡°Of course, you don¡¯t. You never had time from stalking Sara.¡± Someoneughed which Dean replied with a stupid grin. ¡°Found it!¡± The girl who had been trying to find her picture suddenly said and handed her cellphone around. When it reached Dean, he threw a careless nce at it and suddenly froze. The girl standing in the parking lot was the carbon copy of someone he knew very well. The blood drained from his face. ¡°Now that I remember, wasn¡¯t her younger sister friends with Sara. Are they still friends?¡± Someone was asking him but he couldn¡¯t hear anything. His whole body was like a live wire, buzzing but at the same time he felt numb down his bones. He wanted to run but his legs felt so lifeless that he wasn¡¯t sure if he could move. Everything was suddenly making sense, why she was so hostile with him, why she held such deep hatred for him. Why she approached Sara. His Sara. Before he could understand what, he was doing, he was running for his life with his phone on his ear, begging for O¡¯Brian to pick up. Chapter 36 There were a sharp pain zapping through her skull which almost made her gasp out loud. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to clear her blurry vision. The pain in her head was slowly fading as well as she got a better view of where she was. She wasying on hard, cold ground. The chill from somewhere was seeping through her clothes and sending a shiver down her spine. Her limbs were tightly bounded, enough for her to doubt the flow of blood in her veins. She shuddered and slowly turned her head around to see her surroundings. It wasn¡¯t dark but it wasn¡¯t bright either. It was just enough for her to be able to make out the shapes of everything around. She was in a room, probably a bedroom because she could see the build in closet and windows which had been closed. The ss was covered with ck paint. She tried to rise her head but her head was too heavy so she stayed where she was, slowly collecting her thoughts, slowly trying to adjust the reality she wished wasn¡¯t real. She didn¡¯t want to believe it but the sinking feeling in her gut was making her so afraid. Afraid of the situation she was in and afraid of what she thought to be true. She couldn¡¯t wrap her head around it. She couldn¡¯t believe that June was every capable of hurting her. Not June. Anybody but her. She wanted to desperately believe that maybe just maybe June wasn¡¯t part of it. She had only been scared; she had only been confused which was why she didn¡¯t react to what happened to her. There was no way June could ever do something like this to her. Not the June who hadughed with her fromst 4 and half years. Not the June who had held her when she lost Dean. Not the June who had hand fed her food when she was losing the will to live Not the June who had dragged her towards life when she was on her weakest. It can¡¯t be her June. Her June could be blunt, could be harsh but that was it. That was it. She blinked away the tears which was begging to slide down her cheek. She didn¡¯t want to cry, not yet. But she already shaking, from fear, from sadness and from cold. She didn¡¯ty in her misery for long, she knew she didn¡¯t have time. She didn¡¯t want to think that June was behind all this so instead of epting the obvious, she made herself believe that she didn¡¯t know June, didn¡¯t know anything about the person who had looked at her so coldly while someone took her away. So, she started thinking why would someone do that? She didn¡¯t hold a grudge against Sara, because Sara simply didn¡¯t remember doing anything to ever hurt June. She had met June in History ss in 8th grade. June had been the first one to approach her and despite her emo looks and clothes, she wasn¡¯tpletely towards the who whole emo style. They became friends slowly because Sara wasn¡¯t used to getting along with people. Her life and friends have revolved around Dean but they had be good friends in few months to the point where they were having sleepovers at each other ce. She remembered Dean¡¯s growing annoyance with June, remembered how quickly she had won over her mother. Though her brother didn¡¯t exactly get along with June, he hadn¡¯t ever been involved enough in her to ever do something which would hurt June. So what? What had Sara ever done to June Parker? Somewhere in the back of her mind, his name was being whispered. Like a soft, crawling drawl, Dean¡¯s name was running through her mind but even if she heard his name, her mind wasn¡¯t able to link June and Dean together. Dean had clearly mentioned that they were too old to ever mess around with girls that young. Though 8th grade wasn¡¯t small but for a senior high school student, it was still a kid. Dean had only ever seen her beside her. He has clearly said he had never met June before, never even talked to her so how? And why? Her headache slowly settled and a new worry begin to burden her mind. Dean was probably looking for her. No, Dean was looking for her. She quickly tried to rise up. Not wanting Dean to reach her, she had to find a way to escape. Though another sharp pain bolted to her head, she ignored it and tried to look around to find something she could use to cut the rope. She moved her body around in a desperate attempt but the sound of footsteps paused her. She quickly debated on whether she should pretend to be unconscious or not but the sudden anger inside her chest refused the reason of debate. She wanted to know why she was held, she wanted to know why June did this to her. The door was unlocked and then slowly opened. The hallway was lit so the room immediately brightened which made her surrounding clear. She saw June enter the room slowly. The same eyes which used to heldughter for her but cold and distant as they stared at her. Sara had wanted to shout at her, demand what was going on or have she lost her mind but couldn¡¯t say a word from her mouth. Surprisingly, the fear she had was gone as she looked June but she was feeling so numb all over that it was hard to understand what she really felt. June sat down on the floor a few feet away from her. Her eyes staring at her like waiting for her to ask questions, waiting for her to say something but Sara didn¡¯t want to satisfy June. Didn¡¯t wanted to give her even a little bit of satisfaction.R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only ¡°You won¡¯t ask me anything?¡± June softly asked, tilting her head to one side. ¡°Have you left anything for me to ask?¡± Sara questioned. Juneughed; it was a hollow, darkugh but yet Sara couldn¡¯t find herself to be afraid of her. ¡°I am here to get that right you gave me.¡± June exined. Sara raised her eyebrows in confusion. Right? What right? Was it all about Dean after all? But how? She didn¡¯t need to ask because June answered her herself, ¡°You promised that I had full right if he hurt you.¡± It was Sara¡¯s turned tough so she did and simply said, ¡°Dean haven¡¯t hurt me.¡± June leaned forward and grinned. It was a twisted, slow grin which should raise rms inside Sara¡¯s head but yet Sara couldn¡¯t be afraid. She was finding herself to pity June. ¡°Oh but he had already hurt you, you just didn¡¯t know how badly yet.¡± June drawled out and Sara was further confused but she was also starting to get annoyed. ¡°I am sure you didn¡¯t abduct me to take vengeance for the pain Dean has caused me or will cause me ording to you. If only you were actually this kind.¡± Sara mocked her, the numbing from earlier was slowly fading. The anger inside her was rising. The grin from June¡¯s face disappeared and she spit out, ¡°You think I am joking? You think this is all a joke?¡± ¡°No, I would never treat such a thing as a joke.¡± Sara replied honestly. If this was a joke then Sara defiantly didn¡¯t find it funny. June¡¯s anger escaped and she simply stared at Sara like she was confused but about what? Sara didn¡¯t care nor did she wanted to so she waited for June to say something and she did. ¡°I didn¡¯t want to get you involved, if only you would have listened to me¡­¡± Sara frowned. So, the grudge against Dean was even deeper than her involvement but what? How did June get involved with Dean? ¡°I warned you he is not a good guy; he is not worth it. I warned you about him! I didn¡¯t want to hurt you but you refuse to listen. I had actually grown a little fond of you.¡± Sara smiled and asked, ¡°You say you never wanted to involve me but yet you approached me to get to Dean? Are you sure you know what you are doing?¡± Surprisingly there wasn¡¯t any anger in her words. The betrayal she though she felt but long gone. But then again, in front of Dean nobody mattered. So, what if she June? Her bound with Dean was different then everything else. Dean was her being, a part of her soul. If for that soul, she had to rip away another part of her outer skin, she would dly do it without any regret. If June¡¯s intentions were always to hurt Dean then she was mistaken to think that her words would affect Sara. There was no difference to her if someone wanted to hurt Dean or her. Dean was hers, there was no way she would ever forgive anyone forever even thinking about hurting him. Even if she had owned June for a lot of things in her life, it could never amount to what Dean meant to her so she really didn¡¯t want to hear how June had actually tried to show her kindness by showing her an escape route. Why would Sara even take a road which didn¡¯t lead to Dean? How foolish. ¡°I just wanted to get to know you but I soon find out that you didn¡¯t actually know anything about Dean either. You were as innocent about his crimes as everybody else.¡± ¡°Crimes? I hardly think you are in any position to judge someone else in that matter.¡± June once againughed and leaned even closer, almost a breath away from Sara¡¯s face and whispered, ¡°But my dear, Dean¡¯s crime are much worse than mine. He had done something so unforgiving that it is hard to let go of what he has done. Did you know, Dean have killed before?¡± To Sara¡¯s nk look, Juneughed bitterly and spit out, ¡°I see, it seems if it¡¯s you, you might even forgive his other crimes as well. I didn¡¯t know you to be so cold towards human life, Sara.¡± ¡°Yeah, today we are just finding new things about each other.¡± Sara smiled an empty smile at June. Once again, anger shed in June¡¯s eyes as she leaned back and demanded, ¡°You are still in mood of joking?¡± ¡°I am in no mood for jokes, June. And trust me, if your intentions are to hurt Dean, joke is thest thing on my mind.¡± Sara warned her softly. ¡°You are still defending him? I wonder if you are heartless enough to defend him when you know that he pushed an innocent girl to insanity?¡± Sara didn¡¯t jump to conclusion but simply waited. She trusted Dean with her whole being. There was no way something this big would have been hidden from her but it seemed like June was in a mood to y games with her but Sara didn¡¯t want to y this sick game of guessing. If June thought that her sick mind games would make her doubt Dean then she was in for a surprise. Sara was done waiting. ¡°If Dean pushed her to insanity then she wasn¡¯t innocent.¡± She expected the p but it wasn¡¯t like it didn¡¯t surprise her. It was hard, sharp but she let June do what she wanted. If this made her talk then Sara was ready to take anything. ¡°Don¡¯t you dare say a word against my sister!¡± June shouted and Sara looked at her in surprise. Sister? What sister? ¡°That monster ruined her life! That monster ruined my sister! My sister was stripped away from sanity, my parents were pushed into living a miserable life. My whole family was ruined by him.¡± Sara didn¡¯t want to say anything. The first thought in her mind had been that it was impossible. Dean didn¡¯t know June¡¯s family so ruining her sister sounded more than impossible. June noticed her nk eyes and got more furious as she grabbed her shirt and gave her a shake, her wild eyes just looked crazed as she red at Sara like she would split her open anytime now. Grabbing her tightly she shouted, ¡°You still don¡¯t believe me!¡± Sara didn¡¯t even have to think as she said, ¡°No.¡± June suddenly pushed her back harshly and stood up. Her ring eyes met hers till she smiled and said, ¡°Not even if I told you Dean slept with my sister and made her pregnant? Not even if I tell you he refused to acknowledge her and threw her away like a rag doll?¡± Sara didn¡¯t even flinch as she stared directly at those unknown angry eyes but smiled and said, ¡°No.¡± Chapter 37 ¡°Are you sure it was her, Dean?¡± He didn¡¯t bother to raise his head and just silently nodded. He heard a smack from beside him which he ignored as he stared into the night in which his Sara was lost somewhere. ¡°I don¡¯t understand. The thing with her sister happened a long time ago, why now?¡± Drake asked, keeping his eyes on the road. ¡°Because I came back.¡± Dean said and paused, slowly turning to look at Drake as he questioned, ¡°You knew her? That girl?¡± Drake rolled his eyes and replied, ¡°You are the only oblivious person who didn¡¯t. Everyone knew of her. If she was simply in love with you, maybe I can believe that you wouldn¡¯t have noticed but Dean, she was creepily obsessed with you. It used to give me creeps but I never knew that you weren¡¯t even aware of her existence.¡± Dean stayed silent. There was no way he would remember her. Even those girls who have told him they liked him on his face were forgotten within seconds and that girl everyone seemed to know of had never even approached her. The only reason he even recognizes her was because she looked a lot like June. From as long as he could remember, other than Sara, girls weren¡¯t usually his thing. Even the couple of girls he slept with, he couldn¡¯t really describe them. He would recognize them if he saw them but that was all where it ended. But was it really a revenge game for June? Would June really simply hate him to this point because her sister ruined herself over him? But that wasn¡¯t his fault. Even the most unreasonable person would have seen that. He wasn¡¯t even aware of her affections, why should he be responsible to answer them? No, it must be something else. Something he must have missed. ¡°We are here.¡± He looked up and saw the police station. After not being able to get through Sara and June¡¯s phone, he had called Sara¡¯s mother who had confirmed his suspicious. He had called his people to locate them but he knew they had to inform the police so they could bring forward June parents. When the entered, Sara¡¯s mother and Jamie talking to a detective. There was a silent couple sitting behind just staring in space as if they couldn¡¯t understand the reality. Dean grimed and walked closer with Drake. ¡°Dean!¡± Jamie called out his name, his worried eyes searched his in answer which he didn¡¯t have but he was going to get them. Instead ofing towards the detective, he turned to June¡¯s parents and demanded, ¡°Where is she?¡± The soulless couple turned their nk eyes towards him, neither of them answering his question. Seeing that Dean leaned closer and shouted, ¡°Where the fuck is your daughter?!¡± ¡°Mister Woond! Calm down. We still don¡¯t know if their daughter is involved or not!¡± The detective came forward to push him back. ¡°Dean, are you sure it was June? It can¡¯t be. There must have been a misunderstanding.¡± Sara¡¯s mother said, her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him the same way Jamie had, like he had answers. Jamie just stared at him for a while and then walked closer to him, putting his hand on Dean¡¯s shoulder he tried to calm his worry as he questioned, ¡°Was it really June?¡± Dean stared back at him and nodded slowly. It seemed like that was all the surety Jamie needed because he cursed and turned to June¡¯s parents. ¡°Where is your daughter, Mister Parker?¡± He demanded, less rudely than Dean had but his voice had held a warning. When the couple still stayed silent, Sara¡¯s mum rushed forward and pped June¡¯s mother. The sound echoed into the station and silence fell as everyone looked at them. Dean wasn¡¯t surprised, he knew the only reason Sara¡¯s mum had been polite was because she held some doubt towards June¡¯s involvement, since that clear of course she was going to bring out her frustration outside. ¡°What did she do to my daughter!?¡± She demanded as she grabbed Mrs. Parker shirt. Dean and Jamie both came forward to pull her away before police took action towards her. ¡°Mrs. O¡¯ Brian. We don¡¯t have any reason to believe that Ms. Parker was involved!¡± The detective tried to calm them down. ¡°Yes, they do. You should ask them. June¡¯s sister went crazy due to Dean ording to her.¡± Drake finally spoke. His words once again paused the room and they finally got a reaction from the Parker couple. Mrs. Parker looked at Dean and slowly rise up, walking closer to him she suddenly attacked him. Dean wasn¡¯t in mood to deal with the psycho family. He already had enough on his te so he simply pushed her away, making her fall on the ground with a bang. ¡°You! You ruined my daughter¡¯s life! It was you!¡± She screamed, ring at Dean. Mr. Parker didn¡¯t rise but simply stared at him, as if his wife wasn¡¯t on the floor. Dean sat down and leaned closer to the crazy woman, his eyes burning in anger as he demanded, ¡°Oh, really now. How did I destroy someone I have never even met?¡±R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only ¡°You bastard! You liar! You were the one who impregnated her and then left her! She begged you! She pleaded to you! You heartless bastard!¡± Through Mrs. Parker loud sobbing, her words passed as if cold wind, freezing everyone. Dean was also shocked but he was the first to recover. Not because he didn¡¯t care but because this was something, he was sure about. He had never slept with anyone. Nor had he ever gotten drunk enough to slide it as a mistake so he had nothing to worry about. From the talk he heard in the gathering, the girl had gotten pregnant around the time he was leaving at that time, he was long past even sleeping around. His facade hadsted only a month and then he went back to his normal life. He could swear on his love for Sara that he never touched another girl after that. ¡°Are you saying, Not only was I stupid enough to sleep with your psycho daughter but somehow also made her pregnant? Do you believe that I am crazy enough to let someone like her be responsible for my child or anyone¡¯s child? I have never slept with your daughter. Get that in your thick skull!¡± Dean growled and rise up, turning to Drake. ¡°Search around who she hung out with. Anyone from school or see if she may be hired someone. I think she did because I had never seen or heard June getting along with anyone else. Find out if someone recently epted such jobs.¡± Dean said and before the detective could stop him, Drake was already out of the door with the phone on his ear. ¡°Dean¡­.¡± Dean turned to look at Jamie who though held no doubt in his eyes was staring at him in confusion. Dean sighed and took a seat and started speaking, ¡°June¡¯s sister was in love with me back in high school. I had no idea before today. I think love would be a polite term, they said she was obsessed. I had heard that she had gotten pregnant and then had a miscarriage due to which she was admitted in a hospital for mental illness. I think June also believed her sister which was why she took away Sara. I though her hostility towards me was due to just simple jealousy or envy but she had approached Sara from the very first day for simply that purpose.¡± Mrs. Parker was still sobbing but it was Mr. Parker who asked, ¡°So, you weren¡¯t the father?¡± Dean looked at him and shook his head as he replied, ¡°I was not. I have never even met her alone before. Considering it took ce inst few days on high school, I never left Sara¡¯s ce in those days. I was leaving for a while, why would I waste that time on someone else?¡± ¡°She was lying¡­¡± Mr. Parker whispered as he closed his eyes. Dean didn¡¯t answer. He didn¡¯t know if she was lying or was simply so deep in her obsession that it all be an illusion for her. He was also starting to doubt whether the girl was even pregnant in the first ce. Maybe even that was something she had started to believe herself. Would it had been better if he knew about it? Would it had been better if he had clearly rejected her? But then for that, she needed to admit to him that she had liked him. Her feelings were so deeply buried that it had slowly ate insides, taken over her mind and now, someone else was paying the price. ¡°We have tried to track their cellphone and Ms. Parker¡¯s car but we only found them in the middle of nowhere. There were no cameras so we aren¡¯t sure how they traveled away.¡± The detective exined. ¡°Can¡¯t you track every digital activity in past few hours of that location?¡± Jamie asked. ¡°We are already on it. It would take some time for the results toe forward.¡± Dean rubbed his face. Surprisingly, he wasn¡¯t really scared. He was frustrated but he didn¡¯t hold any fear. When he had first heard about it, it had scared him to the point where he couldn¡¯t breathe but he had slowly calmed down because somewhere in his mind, he believed that June wouldn¡¯t hurt her. If she wanted to hurt her, she had many opportunities in past two years. He was probably the reason she had snapped. The only grudge she had towards Sara was that she loved him. He suddenly remembered the car ident that had happened few weeks back. He frowned in concentration. Even his people weren¡¯t able to find who had done it. He had always believed that the target was him but he thought it was probably a past enemy but maybe, just maybe it was also done by June. He took a seat and just silently stared at his hands. Feeling someone sit beside him, he turned his head to find Jamie staring at him. He wanted to say something to calm his worry, wanted to offer words which didn¡¯t held any doubts but he couldn¡¯t find any and those he could, he wasn¡¯t able to speak them out loud. ¡°It will be okay.¡± Jamie said and for once, Dean wanted to believe him. Though he wasn¡¯t worried, his patience was running thin. He had promised Sara to never kill again but maybe, he might make an exception for June. They waited for an hour. In that hour, Dean made few calls. All of his people were on the search for any sign of suspicious. They were searching bars, hotels, motels, empty houses, every iing car, everything which could hold Sara but there didn¡¯t seem to be any luck. Till suddenly Dean¡¯s phone rang. Seeing the unknown number, Dean didn¡¯t question and picked it up. ¡°Hello, Dean.¡± Her voice paused him for only a second before he waved his hand and pointed towards his phone. The police quickly started the tracking system while Jamie and Sara¡¯s mother also came closer to him. ¡°Where is Sara?¡± Dean demanded. ¡°She is very hurt, just like my sister was. I told her everything you have done and she never wants to see you again.¡± June voice was soft, creasing but it just sounded sickening to Dean¡¯s ears. ¡°Oh, tell her to tell me that herself.¡± Dean simply said, his lips moving in a cruel smile. As if his O¡¯Brian would ever believe someone else over him. ¡°She wants to. Why don¡¯t you meet us? Alone?¡± Dean met the detective eyes who was urging him to keep the conversation going as he asked, ¡°Where?¡± ¡°You would know soon.¡± June said and with that she hung up. Dean hungrily stared at the detectives who simply shook their heads. Cursing he wanted to smash the phone on the ground but controlled himself. When his phone rang away after few seconds, he quickly picked it up hoping it was June again with the location but it was a breathless Drake. ¡°We found her, Dean.¡± Chapter 38 ¡°Move faster!¡± Someone pushed her from behind. She rolled her eyes and tried to walk faster. Her legs hurt. She had been sitting down for quiet few hours before June arrived with few men on tow to take her away. She saw no reason to put on a fight so she followed them. She though they would be driving somewhere but it had been around 15 minutes and they were still walking. She didn¡¯t recognize the ce but the whole area was a little too dark. They were surrounded by trees except for a small path which they were walking on. Since it was too dark, the three men June had brought with her hadrge shlights in their hands and the fact that June had not bothered to put a blindfold on her eyes made her a bit more conscious about the fact that it was it was too stupid of a move for June to not do so. That could only mean that it didn¡¯t matter whether Sara saw her surroundings or not. They might not be returning back. Sara watched June talk softly with arge guy in front of them. The fact that June knew such people hade as a surprise but then again, money can buy everything now days. After walking for few more minutes, they arrived in a clearing. Sara was thankful to see two cars parked there. That meant she won¡¯t have to walk anymore. She couldn¡¯t even count how many times she hade close to twisting her ankle. But she frowned when they thought that they might be going further away from town. She didn¡¯t doubt that Dean was already looking for her but that would make his job harder for him and she really didn¡¯t want that or go away even further away with such mentally ill human beings. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, you¡¯ll see your Dean soon.¡± June suddenly said. Her head snapped up to look at June. Watching the half smirk on the face she thought she knew everything about just sent a shiver down her spine but she kept her mouth shut and started praying that Dean wouldn¡¯t try to be too impulsive. As long as he wasn¡¯t alone, it would give her a bit of peace. One of the guys grabbed her arm and pushed her inside the car which she would have willingly sat in if they have asked. The man followed inside to sit beside her while June and another guy took the front. Sara tried to look around to see if she could somehow recognize where they were but she really had no idea. Their town had trees on two of its side and she had nevere so far off to know her way around. She was clumsy with directions in the first ce so she had realized that she wasn¡¯t going to be any help for now so she waited till they started driving. Her eyes were outside the whole time. It wasn¡¯t until few minutes passed when June called someone. ¡°Are you alone? You better be or else you can say goodbye to your O¡¯Brian.¡± Sara¡¯s head snapped towards June head. Her ears eagerly waiting to see if Dean¡¯s voice leaked through but she couldn¡¯t hear anything from that side.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org. ¡°No, you can¡¯t talk to Sara. Don¡¯t worry, she is alive and well.¡± Sara wanted to smack the back of June¡¯s head with the bulky guy sitting beside her as she red at June. She wanted to talk to Dean, just to make sure that he wouldn¡¯te alone, just to make sure he wouldn¡¯t be stupid about it all. ¡°We¡¯ll be there soon.¡± With that June hung up and turned to look Sara in the eyes as she smiled. Sara just nkly stared at June in reply. She didn¡¯t want to raise June¡¯s amusement with her. June probably saw her indifference because she frowned and spit out, ¡°You should hold on to the thought of Dean being alright till you can. It won¡¯t be long before he¡­.¡± June didn¡¯t continue and Sara knew it was probably for affects that she did that. Sara still had no idea what was going on nor she knew what June had nned to do. Did she wanted to kill Dean? But ording to how much hate she holds within herself for Dean, it seemed too easy to simply kill Dean. Then what? What could she have nned which would hurt Dean? Suddenly a though shed in her mind. The only thing which could hurt Dean was her. She, herself was the only thing which was capable of hurting Dean which meant, June had no ns to kill Dean. This was revenge, that meant she was going to make Dean suffer like her sister had which was to live without the one she loved. That could only mean that June had every n to kill her. The though sent a chill down her spine but she slowly calmed herself down. She didn¡¯t want to think about it. Not when she was still alive to change the future. Also, as long as June had no thought of physically hurting Dean, she was actually fine with everything else even if that meant dying herself. She didn¡¯t know how long the ride was before they reached their destination. The trees were long gone and they finally stopped in front of an under constructed building. She recognized the ce. They weren¡¯t far from her home. She had seen the building a few times on her way to the mall but unfortunately it was toote at night for anyone to be around but why did June came back to town? The man who was beside her came to her side and pulled her down from the car. She red at being man handled but almost immediately her eyes started searching for Dean¡¯s figure. She was being pushed and pulled into the building. It¡¯s first floor was almost constructed so they were hidden from the view when they entered inside. She saw a lone figure standing in the dark the second the entered inside. Her eyes lit up seeing him. She felt like she hadn¡¯t seen him for so long. Before she could call out his name, she felt the cold metal being pressed against her temple and her voice got stuck in her throat. ¡°Let her go.¡± Dean softly warned. He was looking at her right in the eyes instead of looking at June who had a sickening smirk on her face. His dark eyes held such possessiveness that she almost called out his name. How can she miss him so much in such short time? ¡°You think after what you did to my sister, I would let you go so easily?¡± She saw Dean roll his eyes and he spit out, ¡°Is your whole family delusional? I didn¡¯t even know about your sister¡¯s existence till yesterday! How many times would I have to repeat myself!¡± ¡°You liar!¡± June shouted and suddenly pulled out a gun and aimed at Dean. Sara¡¯s heart almost came out of her chest and she started to struggle. ¡°Listen to me, June. Dean wasn¡¯t the one who slept with your sister. It¡¯s impossible for him to do so!¡± Sara tried to calmly say. She didn¡¯t want anyone to get hurt anymore. Though she felt no pity for June, she just wanted this whole drama to end. She didn¡¯t know how long June have lived in this hate but just imagining someone living solely with such dark emotions was disturbing. ¡°Shut up! Of course you would believe him. Why won¡¯t you? My sister wasn¡¯t lying.¡± June screamed. She looked like a wild animal ready to pounce but Sara still just felt sorry for her such state. ¡°I never said she was, I just meant she might have been mistaken. Dean was with me, every night, every day before he left. He had never left for more than 15 minutes from my side. It is impossible for him to be the one who slept with your sister.¡± Sara once again tried to calm June down. She had thought about it a million times and she was more than sure that June¡¯s sister was either lying or she had made a mistake. Dean had always been with her in thest month before he disappeared. Even Sara herself found it strange why he was being so damn clingy but that was enough proof for her to know that it was impossible for Dean to ever do something like that. ¡°I told you to shut up! He ruined my sister! My nephew! He is that bastard!¡± June was now shaking and Sara couldn¡¯t take her eyes away from the gun which was aimed at Dean who looked a little too calm. Suddenly Deanughed. It was a dry, mockingugh aimed at June who just looked even more furious. Dean slowly picked up a file from a beside him and threw at June who looked at him with ring confusion. ¡°You sister was not only mistaken about who she slept with but also being pregnant. She was never pregnant. Here is her medical file. She did go for a test, multiple but she wasn¡¯t. Whoever slept with her wasn¡¯t as stupid as to leave his sperm inside. Everything she showed you was a lie. I talked to her doctor; she had suggested your sister to get help.¡± Dean said and slowly leaned back, his eyes still on Sara. It was like he was refusing to acknowledge that they weren¡¯t alone. June shaking got worse but it seemed she still had a little of sanity left in her to drop the hand which held the gun and walked towards the file slowly. With shivering hands, she picked it up and opened it. Sara watched how her eyes slowly skimmed through its content. She looked at Dean with worried eyes who simply softly smiled at her but Sara still couldn¡¯t shake the fear from within. After few minutes, June slowly threw away the file. Her eyes were wide open, horror, shock and surprise were dancing within them and Sara prayed that logic would win within her. ¡°I saw the ultrasounds! I saw the baby inside her stomach!¡± June whispered. ¡°Did you physically go with her to her appointments?¡± Sara softly asked. ¡°No¡­ but¡­ I¡­ I saw the messages she sent you! I saw them. I also saw your replies!¡± June once again screamed, the gun was once again shaking towards Dean and Sara again started struggling. The gun on her temple was pressed deeper but she couldn¡¯t find in herself to care but Dean¡¯s eyes darkened. ¡°When I never slept with her, how would I send any messages to her about it? I have never been contacted by anyone, not even Drake in the two years I was away. Did you really think I would keep in contact with your sister when I couldn¡¯t even talk to Sara?¡± Dean sounded annoyed as he replied. ¡°Shut up! Shut up! My sister¡­. my sister wasn¡¯t a liar! You got these reports made, didn¡¯t you? How far will you go to make my sister crazy!¡± June once again screamed. Sara realized that June was too far to step away now. It wasn¡¯t just her pride but her mind as well which was too far gone into this obsession for her to listen to any word of reasoning. The gun in her hand was moved from Dean to her as June shouted, ¡°I will let you feel the same way my sister did all those years! I will make sure you feel the same hunger, frustration and pain my sister felt as she waited for you!¡± Dean was still looking in her eyes as if trying to calm her down but she could see the raising panic in his eyes. The fact that June might be hurting her have not crossed his mind. The fear that was dancing in his eye was somehow making her braver as she turned her head and looked at her friend. ¡°Enough, June. You need to wake up before its toote. You can hate me, despise me but please for once just think back to everything once again. You need to see that we don¡¯t deserve this, you don¡¯t deserve this.¡± Sara whispered as she looked in those pained eyes of June. ¡°My sister didn¡¯t deserve this either.¡± June whispered back, the tears in her eyes finally spilled as she finally pulled the trigger. The sound of multiple shots echoed into the silent building. Chapter 39 He was leaning on the ufortable chair, staring at her. His whole body felt numb, like every emotion and feeling had lost its touch from his body. He had spent the time beside her sleeping figure like a hungry man to open her eyes. He shouldn¡¯t be worried, didn¡¯t have any reason to either but he still found himself unblinking as he took in her sight. It felt like forever since shest looked at him with those ring, adoring eyes. His starvation for her attention was too selfish for him to fall asleep. He wanted to meet her eyes when she finally wakes up. The shadows in the room started appearing slowly like they were mocking him in slow painful dance which he wanted to dance and yet, was forced to only watch. As the ss window slowly creeped in the sunlight, he finally saw some movement from her. Just to make sure she won¡¯t move too harshly, he quickly held her down. She grabbed his arm with a snap as her eyes opened suddenly and she simply stared at him. Time stood still for him; it was like going back to finally meeting her eyes after two years yet the two years had never felt as long as the time, he had stood alone without her. He was watching as her widen eyes slowly gained focus and then she blinked, moving her lips but he heard no sound. ¡°¡­. an. Dean.¡± She whispered from her chapped lips and he clutched his jaw as he leaned lower and kissed her lips, his eyes tightly shut as he breathes in the warmth of her skin. His numb mind was haywire into life as he kept his lips on hers. The wetness he had been keeping from flowing finally escaped his eyes. Two tears rolled down and fell on Sara¡¯s neck as he held her to himself while embracing her lips. He didn¡¯t know what it was, he hadn¡¯t been afraid till he reached there. Wasn¡¯t scared even when June pointed a gun at him but the second, he realized that June had nned to hurt him in the worse way possible, he felt the images of his whole life crumbling down to sand. When she fired the shot at Sara, he wasn¡¯t able to move, was just watched as Sara fell down on the ground, her eyes on his as her body lost life. The noise around him of his surroundings had been like a background noise he couldn¡¯t hear. His mind shed his whole life through his eyes and slowly, painfully his chest exploded in pain. For him, he had never stood in the moment where he ever had to image the life without O¡¯Brian simply because he knew he was going to stay in her life whether she knew or not but the thought that she might never even have a life for him to stay in, the thought was so unimaginable that it never crossed his mind but there he was, living in the very moment where his mind was making every possibility of losing her, his O¡¯Brian. ¡°Dean¡­¡± Her whisper pulled him out of his darkness and he leaned back, opening his eyes and taking in her sight once again. Her confused eyes were staring at him, asking a million question at one time but he didn¡¯t want to answer anything, not yet, in fact if he could remove the time from existence, he would. ¡°Hi, baby.¡± He sighed and grabbed her hands.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. ¡°Dean¡­ what happened?¡± He found himself unable to meet her eyes but he knew that in this reality, there weren¡¯t such things as escaping so he took a deep breath and once again looked at her and said, ¡°You got shot. Thankfully it hit your shoulder instead of your heart.¡± He was wishing she would stop asking anything after this but she probably read his eyes better then he hid them and she tighten her hold on his hand and almost breath out, ¡°And June¡­.?¡± He gulped and cupped her face saying, ¡°When she shot you, the police also fired. Since she was shooting to kill you, they didn¡¯t care for just disarming her. She was shot¡­. on the chest. She died on the spot.¡± He could still remember when he finally gained his mind back, he found June¡¯s lifeless body on the cold ground, the eyes were wide open as it stared at nothing. The goth girl he should have been hating with his every ounce of life was suddenly too pitiful for him to despise. Her lonely and ignored body suddenly reflected her own life in front of him. He could never have imagined that a girl¡¯s simple obsession could go far and ruin so many lives. The blood which was leaving the traces of red from her body had him stand alone and for a second there, he could see himself in that lifeless body. Is that what obsession looks like if it¡¯s not fed? Or was that where it finally stops? June had been feeding on the hatred of her sister for so long that it became her very own madness. As her sister will continue to live in her delusions which was at least keeping her alive, the same delusions had be June¡¯s reality till she believed and lived inside it till when she finally faced the truth, she was unable to leave her insanity behind. Would he have been also like that? Dying somewhere as he bled alone, staring into nothing if O¡¯Brian had not belonged to him. Was he exactly like June and her sister? Fallen so deep that maybe his love had be his madness. He watched as his love breathe out a pained sigh and then slowly her eyes filled with tears which escaped like sudden rainfall from the sky. He could only helplessly watch as his O¡¯Brian pulsed like a dying animal. He knew her mind was in chaos, the very person she had adored, loved like a sister had died while trying to take her life. ¡°She is gone¡­? Dean, why am I sad?¡± She demanded as she tried to calm herself down but only found it harder to stop her tears. He wanted to grab her into his chest and hide her but he knew that right now, the O¡¯Brian who was hurting was simply alone. She was standing wounded while bleeding from something she couldn¡¯t see and he really couldn¡¯t help her. She needed to deal with her love for June and the reality herself. ¡°It¡¯s okay, baby. You can cry, you can grieve. Someone has to.¡± He softly kissed her head. Someone needed to know that June Parker was also a victim, a poisoned victim who had lived in her the delusions her sister fed her for God knows how long. Someone needed to feel sorry for her, someone needed to see that June Parker was capable of goodness, of normality if she was given a chance. She was something other then what she will be known as now. Given what had happened, the truth wille out and June Parker would only remain a heartless person who used someone to hurt another person. Sara stared at him for few second before she closed her eyes and finally started crying. He could only watch as she suffered from the pain only, she felt. He just sat beside her silently, rubbing her hand and wiping her tears. He knew she would be fine after all he was beside her but for now, he was willing to let June once again own his O¡¯Brian. He owned the girl that much. Even if she had her selfish motives, she had stayed beside Sara when he couldn¡¯t, when Sara was weak enough to escape to death, she had stayed beside his Sara and given her something to live for. Sara cried for a long time till she was too tired to stay awake and after eyeing him for few minutes, she closed them, falling asleep once again. He smiled and kissed her head, clearing away the rest of the tears. He was just about to call Jamie when the door opened behind him. The detective in-charge was standing there, waiting for him toe out. After making sure Sara was asleep, Dean came out of the room. ¡°What can I help you with, Detective?¡± Dean asked as they sat down in the cafeteria, Dean had a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. ¡°We still have few routine questions for both of you. Miss O¡¯Brian can wait till she is healthy and able but I hope you can answer yours right away.''¡± ¡°Ask away.¡± ¡°You have really never talked to Miss Parker?¡± Dean stared at the middle-aged man and slowly shook his head. He was tired to telling people that he really didn¡¯t know anything about anything. He was as unaware of Je¡¯s existence. It sounded sad considering what she felt for him but it had been impossible for him to keep his away from O¡¯Brian. ¡°Never, I didn¡¯t know she existed. If I did, I would have properly rejected her as harshly as possible so that she would never be able to create suck sickening delusions.¡± Dean spit out. Though he had felt deep pity for June, for Je he really couldn¡¯t find anything but disgust. For him, it was impossible to imagine any falling in love with anyone without even talking to them. Love at first sight was a different case, he just couldn¡¯t understand what had fueled her love for him. He had never been unusually kind to any girl, never held a conversation with any girl he didn¡¯t know. Love needs to be fueled, even obsession but that girl had a sickness. A sickness he refuses to pity. ¡°Did Miss June Parker ever let lose that she had such intentions?¡± ¡°No, she never liked me. There had been times where I almost thought she hated me but it was never to the point where I could imagine to do something like this. Never like this.¡± ¡°We have found Miss Je¡¯s diary. It was less of her diary and more of information about you. She had spent a very long time on you, Mister Woond.¡± Dean looked at the detective nkly. What was he supposed to answer? Was he trying to gain pity? Je Parker never loved him because she never knew him. She didn¡¯t a single thing about him outside the world she had created for them in which he was also in love with her. The detective sighed and continued, ¡°We also found pictures of you but there is something we have found strange. Neither of the sister had anything against Miss O¡¯Brian. It is a bit understandable in Miss June¡¯s case but why have Miss Je not approach Miss O¡¯Brian even once?¡± Dean had also been wondering this. In such cases, usually the obsession is enough for jealousy to grow at almost anything yet Je never did anything to hurt Sara. He was thankful but it didn¡¯t make sense for her to not do anything. ¡°We have contacted the hospital to see if we can talk to Miss Je. We hope that Miss Je is in a state where she understands what had happened.¡± Dean nodded and after asking few other details, he bought some food and left for Sara¡¯s room and paused on the door to see that she was awake. She was sitting on the bed, staring outside the window. She turned to look at him and slowly smiled. Dean came closer and touched her face, smiling but he knew his worried eyes caught hers. She took his hand in hers and kissed the back of it, turning her eyes back to the window and very softly said, ¡°I want to see her.¡± Chapter 40 The chill in the room was strange, like something was crawling on her skin, raising rms in her head. Her breath also felt cold as if she could see the ghost the room held dancing in the airing out of her mouth. She wasn¡¯t afraid but yet, she wanted to escape already. When her eyes fell on the lifeless white dome, she stepped back almost unconsciously, her mouth opening in a gasp but found a warm chest behind her, supporting her. His hand slide around her waist and she felt him give her aforting squeeze. Her eyes slide to the man beside her who was already staring back at her with chilled eyes and then to the body covered in white cloth. She took a deep breath and once again stepped towards it, making sure she wouldn¡¯t run away, she held Dean hand which was on her waist tightly. She was d that there was someone who was willing to touch that soulless body because she couldn¡¯t. This was June Parker, her June Parker, her best friend. Even though this same June Parker made the foolishness of making her choose between her and Dean, she was still her someone who Sara had loved, had held dear. She couldn¡¯t find herself to be cold to her, to be annoyed from her hatred any longer, not when the same June who walked with so much resentment was suddenly a cold, silent body. Sara closed her eyes tightly when the cop pushed back the cloth, clutching her jaw to not let any tears escape she dug her nails in Dean¡¯s hands and found him unmoving. She took another deep breath and suddenly felt sick to her stomach but forced herself to open her eyes. She once again stepped back deeper into Dean¡¯s embrace and a silent cry escaped her mouth. Her handing up to cover her mouth so that she wouldn¡¯t make a sound. June Parker¡¯s eyes were wide open, staring nkly at the ceiling. The usual darkness she had recently seen in her eyes were no longer swirling in them instead they looked sad, lonely eyes filled with despair as they looking into nothingness. Her bare shoulders just made Sara feel colder and she wanted to take off her clothes to cover them. ¡°You have something to say to her?¡± His soft whisper in her ear made her flinch back into reality and she turned her wet eyes towards his which held helplessness and wanted to dug herself deeper into him. She didn¡¯t want to feel this sad; she didn¡¯t want to feel like she needs to say something but the words she should say where overflowing inside her mind so she slowly nodded. Dean had been right, someone needed to grieve for June, someone needed to remember that there was more to June then a girl who had been so deeply thrown into the maze her sister created in her head. Sara didn¡¯t even know how many years it had taken for June to reach a point where she was ready to kill someone just for the sake of curing herself from the madness that had taken over her. Someone needed to remember June Parker as she should have been, as she would have been if¡­. Leaning closer she raised one hand and pressed it against June¡¯s cold forehand. The chill of her lifeless body sent a chill through her body but the warmth of Dean¡¯s body assured her that she didn¡¯t have to be afraid of this bone chilling cold. ¡°I am sorry, June.¡± Sara whispered. She knew June could no longer hear her nor could she can care but Sara needed to apologize. She needed to hold herself responsible. Not for her death but being unable to see that June had always been suffering. She had webbed herself into this cobweb so deeply that at the end, even with her life on the line she had taken a step deeper into that darkness rather than taking her hand. Sara wished June had talked to her. In the past four years they have been together, Sara would have tried to help June. If she knew that June was so deeply into this ecstasy of hatred towards a man she hardly knew, Sara would have shown her the same man who was deserving of her love. She was sorry, she was sorry for not being able to see through June¡¯s disguise. She had been unable to tell her lies from truth. She wanted to apologize for not being able to cure the resentment that had taken June¡¯s life. She wanted to say more but somehow, the words were stuck in her throat. Other than the apology, she couldn¡¯t make any words voice out. Once again, she felt Dean¡¯s hand tightening around her and she finally murmured, ¡°Thank you for being there with me.¡± Leaning back, she dug herself into Dean but found that he wasn¡¯t moving. His eyes were staring at June. The fire in his eyes was somewhat unrecognizable for Sara. She cupped his face and he blinked and looked at her like he had been awoken from a daze. There was deep conflict dancing in his eyes as if he couldn¡¯t understand something and yet the fire was higher than she had seen many times in the past. It wasn¡¯t that molding, warm one but it looked screeching hot like she would burn if she touched him but she wasn¡¯t ever afraid of fire anyway so stayed put, looking at him. He leaned down and kissed her head, pulling her away from June Parker¡¯s body quickly but Sara did nce back once more to say goodbye only to see the cop putting back the white cloth on June making her one of the many lives which would haunt the ce forever now. Sara turned her head and let the final tears escape. She had already said herst farewell to the June Parker only she knew. As Dean drove her back to the hospital, she once again found him dazed, confused at he stared at the road. ¡°Tell me.¡± She said, turning her head away. She knew he wanted to say something, and he would never say it while she was looking at his eyes so she leaned back on the seat and closed her eyes to wait. ¡°Have you ever thought¡­. that it could have been me¡­.¡± She slowly smiled and without opening her eyes asked, ¡°Who? Je or June?¡± ¡°Je¡­. and June. I would have been Je if you had refused to love me. And I am June, as you have epted my love.¡± ¡°Are you afraid of this madness, Dean?¡± ¡°After watching June,y there so alone I realized that I am no better. I would pull the trigger as well. If it¡¯s for you, I would always pull it, on whoever it is.¡± Sara opened her eyes and turned her head, staring at the side profile of her lover. She felt like he was the moon, so embraced into darkness all the time but then he was her sun, so bright that it hurt her heart. He was sometimes the stars, so beautiful as if he could be broken into pieces. Maybe he was a universe, every element existing on this. For her, he was everything her eyes could see, her hand could touch and the air she breathes. ¡°Are you afraid of this madness?¡± She asked again. He didn¡¯t say anything but simply stared at the road but she could see the zing fire in those dark eyes, that same fire which was unmoving, had just lit higher since the time she epted him. The conflict which had dazed his mind was now so far away from those stubborn eyes that she could only stare at something so hers. It felt like hours as the silent stretched but for her it was time was stopping for them so simply let it stop for her to feed her eyes. The silent man in her sight had already given her the answer she wanted; she didn¡¯t need to hear it from. After falling in love with him, Dean had been like an open book which not only didn¡¯t bother to close itself in front of her but would even read aloud those thoughts so fearlessly that she could only ept that trust he held in her love. It wasn¡¯t until they reached, they hospital when Dean finally turned to her. His loud eyes were zing yet warm as if she has finally reached home. ¡°I am not afraid of that madness, Sara O¡¯Brian.¡± He finally admitted. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t be either, June and Je were alone in their madness. You aren¡¯t. I¡¯ll go as crazy with as you want, as mad as you want.¡± She said and rubbed his face with her thumb, staring at those lips and then at those bare eyes. ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid?¡± he grabbed her hand and demanded. Though he was asking but she could see those eyes which were unconsciously warning her to not say anything other then what he wanted to hear. ¡°People who are alone in madness are afraid, Dean. Won¡¯t you be dancing with mine forever.¡± She stated softly. She was ready to dance with his, was ready to never let her feet rest if it meant she could forever hold Dean as hers. She wanted to fall deeper into this madness, this insanity of love which she shared with Dean. She wanted to see how far they could go; sanity was a small price to pay. A life was long but she knew her love was deeper, like the soul of earth which have remained as heated even with flying time around it. Like the spinning ofs, her love for the Dean who have always bare himself so easily in front of her was unchanged. Dean raised his hand and slowly traced her forehead, nose and then lips, an action she had almost forgotten but yet it was so simr to her skin because it blushed under his touch. As his finger reached her neck and down to her cor bone, it stopped on her heart. He put his hand t on her heart and stared deeply into her eyes. ¡°Till myst breath, O¡¯Brian.¡± The End She fell in love with how he called her his home, How his steps danced on the voice of her soul, How bare he was as if his skin was hers to own, She fell, as if this universe held only him alone, She drowned deeper as he made her waltz on his songs, How he loved her as she wasst to ever be adored, With all his life, how he held her so close, As if he was thest to save her from this world of storms, So she pleaded, On his heart, his love, As long as he would open the door, She would be there to wee him home. She would be the one to embrace him as her own. Epilogue He was getting ready when she appeared, dressed in a soft peach gown looking like a goddess from heaven he never knew he could ever hold a part of. Her hands came closer to fix his tie for him and he simply looked at her, his eyes tracing the jewelry she had worn to the color of her soft lipstick. He waited till she was done before pulling her close to his chest. ¡°Am I still not just as handsome?¡± He, like a needy puppy demanded from her. He watched as she smiled, the soft smile lines were taking longer to go away now but her smile still made him able to move the universe for it. Her dirty blonde hair was now simply blonde and much longer, tied behind her head except for few loose strands which felt like brushes of feather on touch. Those forest-like eyes still held such adoration that sometimes it made him weak on his knees for he couldn¡¯t believe that her forever had really fell in line with his forever. ¡°Hmm, just as desperate as well.¡± Though her smile was that of an angel, her mouth still smacked him right in the face but he was a simply man. The mere fact that her eyes was holding him was enough to boast his over confidence so his hand slide down, cupping her butt and just to watch those ring eyes once again, he pinched the soft globe gently. The smack which was usually on stand didn¡¯te but he watched as her eyes danced in amusement. Surrounding his neck with her arms, she pulled his face closer and asked, ¡°When are you going to grow up, honey?¡± Seeing at he had been given freedom to do as will he continued to kneed her butt as he replied, ¡°Do you doubt my manliness, woman? If you do, let me show you¡­.¡± and rather than talking, he slides his hand down from her butt to her tights and was just about to pick her up when there was a knock on the door. ¡°The ceremony starts in few minutes, you horn dog. Have some dignity till it ends.¡± Jamie¡¯s voice made him re at the closed door. ¡°You shameless asshole! How dare you eavesdrop on your sister and her husband!¡± Dean shouted. ¡°Think whatever you want, just keep in your pants for few hours or else I am calling mum.¡± Jamie shouted back and Dean could hear that he wasughing. He looked away from the door to the woman in his arms who was simply looking at him with eyes dancing inughter. ¡°You knew he was outside¡­.¡± He winded. ¡°I made him stand outside.¡± Sara admitted so simply that he almost pushed her down to show her that he didn¡¯t care but thinking otherwise, stopped himself and just put his forehead on hers. ¡°Are you happy, O¡¯Brian?¡± He asked. This question had been his constant partner on every asion possible. There were times he had asked Sara that question almost every night. And even though he had asked this question a million times, the fear of its answer was still the same since the very first time he had thrown that question at her. She closed her eyes and breathe him in. He could feel her warm breath over his lips and then so softly felt as the same lips moved to answer him, grazing with his. ¡°With all my heart, my soul.¡± He closed his eyes tightly and clutched his jaw. There had been a tingling in a nerve there and he could feel that his eyes had gotten wet but he didn¡¯t want to cry, not today. They stayed like this as time passed like sand but Dean wanted to stop it, wanted to pause it. Wanted to have few more decades on hand of this very time so he could relive it all over again. It had been so long but he was still as greedy as he had been the first time, he had fallen for her. He wanted more time, he wanted more of her. As he held her, he could feel that time had taken away much from her, she was so fragile now, so easily bruised and he wanted to turn back the clock. Wanted to be back where he had started so he could fall in love with Sara O¡¯Brian all over again and live another, and another and another life with her. He wanted to hold those small hands in his and take her to the park, he wanted to sit down with her to teach her poems, he wanted to watch as she cried when he used to get hurt. He wanted her for another lifetime till he was lost in an endless cycle of falling over and over for her. It was her, who pulled back and grabbed his hand which made him open his eyes. She was smiling, as if the world had stopped itself for this very moment. Pulling him towards the door, she opened it and the both stepped out. Jamie was nowhere in sight but he could hear the loud noise from downstairs. He made her lead him downstairs as he kept his eyes on her back, watching how her shoulders danced as she walked, how her hips moved like she was waltzing with every step.Original content from N?velDrama.Org. They passed through a crowded hallway and finally reached the venue. There was a woman standing there, dressed in white who smiled when she saw them. Dean, for a moment went back to the time where he had once before seen such a simr image, the same eyes dancing in glee as they looked at him. It seemed like time had passed too fast for him. Sara didn¡¯t let go of his hand till they reached the woman. She gently slides his hand in the hand of woman dressed in white who gave it a shaky squeeze and then slide that hand to his arm. He was still watching his wife who had turned to enter the venue from another door. ¡°O¡¯Brian¡­.¡± He softly called her. She turned, just slight so that she could meet his eyes. Her eyes knowingly looked at him and few seconds he could only stare and this is where he wanted time to stop so that he could have forever to look at her. ¡°I love you.¡± She told him before he could say anything and without waiting for him to catch to her pace of loving him, she was already walking away leaving him to continue his chase of loving her. T H E E N D Bonus Chapter 41 ¡°Here daddy, I will give you these tomatoes.¡± Dean nced at the small bowl full of baby tomatoes which his son has very kindly offered him and pushed it back while grinning. ¡°Thank you, I don¡¯t need it.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need it either, daddy.¡± Dean raised an eyebrow in question and asked, ¡°You were fine eating them few days back so what changed?¡±R¨ºAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only His son, Sam went silent as he chewed on his pasta while looking down. Dean knowing how ridiculously his son¡¯s mind work, waited patiently, cleaning Sam¡¯s mouth. Finally after swallowing his food, Sam slowly said in a very serious tune, ¡°I watched on tv that tomatoes increase womanly powers. I don¡¯t need those powers.¡± Dean coughed augh. He knew it would be some kind of nonsense but this was new. This blockhead was exactly like his mother who believed everything he used to tell her. Heughed softly and asked, ¡°And I do?¡± Seeing Sam nod his head in reply, Dean ruffled his hair. Suddenly remembering another issue he had been wanted to talk about he demanded, ¡°Till when will you bother your dad and mom? We have provided you with your own room. Sleep in it.¡± ¡°But I want to sleep with mommy too.¡± Sam snapped. This rascal! He had been dragging his nket around every night and disturbing his nights with Sara fromst three days. He tried to move Sara in between them so he could at least cuddle with her but since Sam saw on some damn cartoon that a kid is suppose to sleep in the middle of his parents, he insisted to have them each on each side. Dean really wanted to ask what kind of depress parents let their kid sleep with them? Why don¡¯t such people get divorced instead of using a kid like that and then teaching other kids, whose parents are very happy together such bullshit! ¡°I also want to ¡®sleep¡¯ with your mommy!¡± Dean snapped back, remembering his frustration. ¡°Then daddy, we can just sleep together with mommy!¡± Sam happily said as he hade up with a brilliant solution which made Dean sighed. He really wanted this idiot to grow up and get lost from their house already. ¡°My sleeping with mommy is different. Also, unless you leave your mommy and I alone, we can¡¯t bring home a sister for you.¡± Sam stopped eating and leaned towards Dean, eyes sparkling in excitement. ¡°I will get a sister? When?¡± Sam demanded, his hand swinging around. Dean grabbed Sam¡¯s cheeks and squashed them with his hands, smiling at the face that looked nothing like the woman he adored except for those eyes. Those pretty, adoring eyes that could made him do sinful things if that is what they wanted. ¡°You sleep in your room and in a year, I will bring you a tiny little sister.¡± Dean said, giving those baby cheeks a onest squash. ¡°How?¡± Sam asked, grinning. How was he suppose to answer that? ¡°You see, when mommy and daddy sleep together they take off their clo¡ª¡ª-¡± Before he could finished, a handnded on his mouth from the back, embracing him in that familiar scent. He looked back, knowing who it belonged to and found his wife, ring daggers at him as she grabbed his mouth tighter. He, shamelessly licked her hands which made Sara pull it away. ¡°What the hell were you telling a four year old?¡± Sara demanded from him andughing, he pulled her towards him, making her sit on hisp. ¡°I was just giving our son an early sex education.¡± Dean whispered in her ear, kissing her neck and breathing in her scent. His hold on her got tighter. ¡°Sex education or nightmares!¡± She growled and pinched his thigh. Dean cleared his throat and his hand creeped inside her shirt from back, brushing his hand over Sara¡¯s lower back which his wife easily ignored but that didn¡¯t stop Dean. He usually preferred his wife to actively participate in these matters but he could live for these moments too. As long as she wasn¡¯t saying no, it was a ¡®go ahead¡¯ for him which was usually always the case. ¡°Daddy! You didn¡¯t finish!¡± Sam wined while Dean ignored him as he was busy groping his wife. He haven¡¯t touched her properly in few days now. He had actually nned to drop Sam off to Jamie if he hadn¡¯t agreed today. ¡°Sweetie, its a secret. You will only find out after you are married.¡± Sara told their son and turned her head to re at Dean while saying, ¡°It seemed you daddy will also be finding out this secret after few more weeks.¡± Getting the hint from his wife, Dean grinned wolfishly and grabbed her head to steal a kiss. His hands obediently out of her clothes. ¡°Baby, Sam wants a sister. Let give him one. Okay?¡± Dean whispered, trying his best to act like this was in their best interest. ¡°It could be a brother too.¡± Sara reminded him which made Dean frown. He was greatly disappointed when they find out that Sam was going to be a boy instead of a girl he was hoping for. The next expectation was for the child to look like Sara but the second he first saw the baby, he knew that the kid will look exactly like him. He had quickly gotten over his disappointment because though Sam looked liked him, he had grown to be exactly like Sara. In habits, in attitude and in manner. Dean also learned that these habits he adored in Sara weren¡¯t really as cute in others. ¡°Then lets work hard till its a girl.¡± Dean finally said after thinking for a while. Sara could onlyugh in reply. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!