Chapter 15: In the Arms of An Angel

Brit rushed Keira home as soon as she caught her face. She looked dead; unrecognizable. Justin Timberlake was far from her mind but on the tip of her tongue. She could still taste him. The way his lips worked over hers was magical. His sweaty body smothering her sexily. Who knew, someone that hot could be the one to break her heart? Wait, what heart? Its not like she was in love or anything. What did her heart have to do with it? It was simple. He kind of opened it.

Just great, mom was home and getting ready for the next one. She heard is his name was John or Sean or something. She saw her talking on the phone lively. She rolled her eyes and did some sit-ups while watching MTV. She lost track when she heard her mom say Justin's name. Oh no! She got up and ran toward the phone. She can't face him after she was completely humiliated at the beach. No, it has to stop.

"Mom, please! Don't!" she yelled trying to stop her but she kept ignoring her until she hung up.

She stared at Keira and gave her swiftly slap across her face, "How dare you! You ungrateful brat! Justin is coming over to watch you while Sean and I go somewhere. Not a word and you will get it harder next time you cross me!"

"Not Justin please! Someone else!" Keira pleaded regardless even though the attempt was futile.

Her mom stepped closer to her and she backed up with her hands shielding her face, "I said, not another word. Justin will tell me everything. He knows what a bitch you are and he will stop you so you will act accordingly now clean this house up before he comes. I want it clean by the time he's here! Got that?"

Keira nodded and backed further away as she started the dishes. Her mom is much stronger than her and she has the ability to kill her with her bare hands. She heard her mom laughed pathetically as she walked up the stairs to finish getting ready.

As soon as she heard the door slam, Keira's face swelled in tears. This is was not her life. It couldn't be. She was a slave. A prisoner. It wasn't happy. It was pain. Than more pain after that. More tears. She thought about calling Brit to escape the wrath of Justin, but she can't. When he comes, she just won't talk to him. She knows that he will give his lame ass excuse for the blond at the beach and she really doesn't care. But, fuck, she'd be lying if she said wasn't jealous. She was jealous big time. Of course, he can never know that.

As she was drying the dishes she heard a car pull up. Without looking she knew who it was. She heard a knock and her mom yelled for her to answer it. She sighed and dropped the dish she was drying and made her way to open the door.

She took a look at this one and didn't speak first. He cleared his throat, "Hey, is your mom here?"

Always cute, never not dumb. She rolled her eyes and pointed upstairs without a word and went back to drying the pots and dishes.

She gave a slight yawn as she placed the pots back in the cupboard. She pulled her hair in a loose pony tail and grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge. She chugged 75% of it in one long sip. She was damn thirsty all of sudden.

"That juice good?" Oh Lord, here we go.

OK, she was gonna be cool. Act like he wasn't there. Not so hard. Just like when they met almost. She didn't have to think anymore because he started speaking again.

"Cameron is just a friend. We broke up a month ago and I wanted to go there with her because she's a friend. There's nothing going on between us."

That's great loser. What do you want from me? Wait, why do I care? She shrugged teenagely and walked to the living room, resuming her program. She sipped her Gatorade off and on as she felt him sit next to her. Her eyes stoic on the TV and at the same time, scared of what to expect with him. She licked her lips in boredom and propped her chin on her hand.

"I know you hear me. When your mom leaves you're gonna talk about this. I feel terrible about her. I didn't want you to run off. Turn this shit off I'm talking to you!" he yanked the remote and switched it off.

She was mad but didn't say anything. She was forced to listen to this retard. Her body turned on fall on her stomach as she laid down. Her arms supporting her head. She gave a sigh as his face came in front of hers.

"Stop this already. Sweetie, come on. I just want to talk, that's all. I don't want to make trouble," he said softly.

She turned her head the opposite direction, her eyes starting to glass up a bit. Why was he being so gentle with her? Why does he see that she doesn't? She can't understand. "What do you want from me?"

He touched her hand on the couch pillow, "Just you."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I know I want you around me though."

"You can't have everything, you know. It doesn't always work the way you want it to."

"Shit, why in the hell are you so difficult? What made you so rough all the time. Why are you so scared? Tell me?"

She sniffed, ignoring the question. Why did she even talk in the first place? Oh, well too late. Her eye was starting to her hurt a bit from where her mom mangled her. She managed to get up without looking at him and went to get some ice just in case its a cold compress deal. She grabbed the ice pack in the freezer and wrapped it in a napkin to make it less frostier. She knew he was behind her watching her every move and that made her a little scared. She wanted to scream to him, what do you want but bit her tongue and applied the ice under her eye.

He came toward her and gently took the pack off her eyes, "What happened to you?"

For no reason, she let loose tears once again, and brushed away from him stomping over toward the living. She laid down on the couch with icepack placed over her left eye. Justin came in and knelt down next to her. He hand brushed her tiny elbow in a small acknowledgment. She turned her face but he took the pack from her hold and stared deeply at her.

His other hand came softly on her cheek brushing the leftover tears, "Who did this to you? Tell me? Turn around, let me see it."

She shook her head, completely afraid he will do the same. She wasn't ready to see him, especially like this. He was almost perfect. Almost everything she wanted.

"Please, I don't want or need to hurt you. Please turn around and look at me baby. Please, come on Keira." He said so gently.

She couldn't help but bare her soul, turning around to face possible more attacks he might endow too. She didn't know if he was violent like her mom, but he could be. Just not the way he was touching her. He closely examined her eye and leaned over and ever nicely kissed underneath it. He pulled back stared in her eyes. She was so broken. So forgotten. No one has seen her. Really seen her beauty. Why was the world so damn trivial? Why can't they ever touch such power as her eyes or the way her heart sang to his. Man, was this is it? His mission really wasn't only to protect her, but to love her.

She gulped as she pushed herself up further in the quicksand-like couch and blinked her eyes. She shook her head brushing her head clear, "I'm fine. Its nothing."

He softly grabbed onto her hand, "Don't lie. Tell me who hit you? Was it that guy at the club?"

Hell no, shit I could handle Brett in my sleep. Just not that time. No, it was someone with balls. "I'm not lying. Stop it, I don't need to tell you."

He kissed the inside of her palm, "Please, I have to know."

Keira closed her eyes and reopened them. He was still covering her hand with peaceful kiss. His beautiful mouth painted more generous pecks to her wrist, then trailed slowly up each finger. He placed her hand on his chest. Her eyes went wide at the gesture.

"Please, I'm begging you, please let me know you. Let me feel you because I know how badly you to want someone to be with you. I can be that person. Let me please be that person," he whispered kissing her on her still lips.

As he pulled back, she looked away, not knowing really what else to do or who she was. She let out a small breathe and turned her back to him. She couldn't look at him for some reason. He couldn't know who hit her either. Would make her mom just do it. She was confused. She was lonely. If only things like trusting and laughing could be so simple. So close. But they are not. They are not because everything she thought she knew was the destruction of her soul. She wasn't even sure if she had one. Maybe she was empty. Or maybe she was too scared to realize it.

Mom made things a lot harder for her. She can remember there was a time in her life that she actually wanted to end it all. End herself. End the pain. The hurt. All of the sorrow buried. Her life was strange and she couldn't understand what Justin really wanted in it. She always had wanted this life, but now, just looking at the chance staring at her turned body, terrified her.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. His hand. Why was it there? What did he want now? She turned around to look at him and was granted with another sweet surprised kiss on her lips. He kissed her several little times while whispering, "I want you to know I'll always be here for you. I wish I could take away everything you've been through, all your pain. I just wish I could but I can't I'm so sorry. Please give me a chance to prove to you I'm real just like I know you felt I am. Please..."

Her mouth became stiff as he continued with his affectionate lips over her face. What was she going to do? She had dreamed of this so bad, but of course it wouldn't be that easy for her to just give in. She supposed maybe she can give him a small chance. He was right about all she felt. That much was all true.

He pulled away and looked in her eyes. She licked her lips, meekly speaking, "...OK..."

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