Safe... For Now
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Thread Topic: Safe... For Now
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Saffron had turned over on her back and she watched the whole fight. The boy seemed to have super human strength. As her father and his friend ran back to the house she slowly stood up, her hands shaking and knees knocking against each other. She looked at the boy and she had no idea what to say. Thank you for kicking my fathers ass? The pain in her head and the scrapes on her skin was too great and she couldn't think too well. She blinked a few times and she put a hand over her cheek to see if it would take the pain away. "I-" she stuttered, but she still couldn't find the words to say.
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A soft look fell on to his face as he looked down at the girl. Pulling off his leather jacket he carefully draped it over her shoulders and smiled just slightly. "Come on.. You can come home with me and I'll help you." He promised and lightly touched her cheek with a cool hand.
"I know that sounds weird but I promise you I won't do anything to you." He down casted his eyes away from her and looked shy all the sudden. -
Saffron flinched a little when the boy put his jacket around her, but after a while she was finally able to stop shaking. Should she trust him? What if he was going to hurt her too, even though he promised he wouldn't? Though, he did just save her from her father and drunken friend. Maybe she should... if the boy was planning on killing her, not like she'd mind anyway. Just ask the scars on her wrists.
Quickly, Saffron nodded her head and she pulled the leather jacket closer around herself. She found it a little odd how the boy seemed shy after he spoke, but she didn't ask about it, not like she'd physically be able to do that too. She waited for the boy to lead her to wherever. -
Dean shoved his hands into his jean pockets and walked besides her as he lead the way towards his home. He didn't say anything as he walked and looked around with narrowed eyes. Green eyes locked onto any shadows in case anyone was still lurking about and posed harm.
"I'm Dean." He said gruffly as they neared his apartment complex. He led her up the steps and opened up the door and walked inside towards the elevator. -
Saffron walked into the apartment, glad that it was nice and warm. "Saffron," she stated, not being able to make eye contact with Dean. She cleared her throat a little and pulled the jacket around her even tighter. "Look," she said softly. "I want to thank you for what you did back there. I couldn't have taken care of myself."
Saffron seemed small all of a sudden. Just small. A bruise had already formed on her cheekbone and tears still stained her face. -
Once in the elevator he pushed the button for the seventh floor. It opened once more and he lead her towards his apartment. It was a cozy little place, with two rooms down a small hall and an open living room with a kitchen. It was spacious and a fat orange cat lifted his head from his paws where he laid on the kitchen table.
"It's nothing." He said simply and smiled slightly. "It was wrong of them and I couldn't just walk away.." He headed towards the fridge and opened it up. "Are you hungry?" -
"Nothing?" Saffron questioned. "That was something. You don't know how long I've wanted that to happen to them..." Saffron cleared her throat and took a deep breath to calm herself. "No thank you about the food though."
She felt odd all of a sudden. She never told anyone about what her life was like back home. Never. Not her teachers, the cops, no one. That, and she was in a strangers home and she had no bloody idea what to do. -
Grabbing a bottle of water he didn't act too surprised at her words. Closing the fridge he walked towards the fat cat and gently scratched his ears. The cat grumped and purred a rough pur. "I'm glad I could be an assistance to you." He said softly and looked over at her before taking a sip of water.
Dean could see the pain she was holding on to in the depths of her soul and the anguish she carried on her shoulders.. He knew it all too well. The way her pale wrist were turned he could see the hint of scars. -
Slowly, Saffron began to take the leather jacket off of her shoulders and she pulled her sleeves down more to cover up the scars. She didn't want this stranger worrying over her. She held the jacket out to him, finally looking him in the eyes. "You can have your jacket back," she said meekly.
After she spoke her eyes wandered down at the cat. She had a cat one time. She saved him from off of the streets when she was thirteen. One night her father and friends got even more drunk than usual. She watched her father stab her cat and laughing while he did so. Gave her nightmares for a while after that, though she was very glad on the inside it was the cat he decided to take anger out on, and not her. -
His fingers brushed hers as he took his jacket and placed it on the chair next to him. "Thanks." Dean smiled slightly but it was one of those sad half smiles he always wore. "Do you need a shower or anything before bed?" He looked down at her.
The orange cat meowed loudly at her, demanding that she pet him and at the least let him smell her. Dean looked down at the orange fluff and shook his head just slightly. -
The girl tried to think about the last time she was actually able to take a shower. It had been at least five days so yeah, a shower without people trying to break the door down would be really nice. She nodded her head. "Yes, that would be very nice, thank you," she said softly.
She didn't take her eyes off of the cat as she spoke. She bent down a little and she rapped her fingers on the ground to see if the fat animal would come towards her. -
"I'll get you some clothes." He said happily and walked towards his room. The fat cat lifted his head and narrowed green eyes just like his owners and jumped off with a heavy thud. Twitching his tail he stalked over and sniffed her fingers before head butting her hand.
Dean returned a moment later with a grey shirt and black basketball shorts. Both clothing items smelled like him. "The bathroom is just across the hall from the guest room." He pointed and smiled down at the two. "Cast never likes anyone." -
Saffron pet the cat once and then stood up, taking the clothes in her hands. "Thank you," she said, managing a painful smile. She cleared her throat and she slowly made her way down the hall and towards the bathroom. She turned on the light and shut the door after her. Something odd caught her attention; the clothes that Dean had given to her smelled like him... What an odd thing to notice.
she set the clothes down and something tugged at her mind. The razor. Get the razor out of your pocket. It will help you forget. Do it. Do it. -
Dean walked towards his room and slowly pulled his shirt off and over his head. Scars lines his hard lean body but the ones that stood out the most were where his powerful wings once rested. He stiffened slightly at the thought of this and he flinched.
Pain. He always felt pain when it came to his wings. He was once able to fly higher than the rest.. His powerful wings arching around him and no matter what they were always in a dance with the rest of his body. But now, no more. -
'Just once. Just once and I'll get it over with,' Saffron thought too herself while taking out the pencil sharpener razor from her pocket. she didn't even think about it, she knew if she were to think twice she'd think too much and cut more than once. She put the razor up to her skin and in one quick motion she moved it across her skin. It stung, and her arm went a little numb, but she was used to it. She set the razor on the counter and she quickly began to undress, only thinking about the blood slowly beading up on her arm, and the stinging of the cut.
She took a quicker shower than most girls ever would. She borrowed Deans shampoo, hoping he wouldn't mind, and she didn't care if she'd be smelling like a guy. Personally, she thought guys smelled better than girls anyways. After her shower she quickly got out, got dressed, and hid her razor in her bra since she was afraid it would fall out of the large pockets. She also put on her sweater to hid the scars and new cuts.
Quietly, Saffron came out of the bathroom, her dirty clothes in her hands. "Dean?" she questioned, a little louder than she usually spoke.
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