Chapter 23

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I raise my shaking hand and knock at the door. No one answers and I knock again. I frown looking around the beige walls in the empty corridor. I turn the knob of the door but it's locked.

"Fuck off!" His voice shouts from inside and by his tone, he's furious. My blood pulses more rapidly behind my ears as I knock again.

"What the fuck do-" He opens the door fuming yet his words are put on hold when our eyes meet. I hear a sudden intake of breath and I don't know if it was him or me. I bite my bottom lip as he stares at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asks frowning.

"We need to talk," I keep my voice neutral but deep down, I know he can see through that.

"We have nothing to say," He snaps starting to shut the door. I put my palm against it and he shoots me a glare.

"We have. I have," He rolls his eyes.

"What? You went on a date with him and came to brag about your better choice?" He asks; anger flickering on his blue ocean eyes. Waves are crashing.

"Well, I wouldn't want to boost your ego more but you're my better choice and we both know it," I admit feeling my cheeks burn up.

"You should go," He attempts to close the door and I put my shoe in the way.

"Not happening." I argue." I won't run again." His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow.

"What makes you think I want to talk to you? Or that I'm alone right now?" Jealousy makes me blush and a smirk decorates his face.

"Five minutes," I plead.

"I don't have five fucking minutes," He hisses and shuts the door loudly. I throw my hand out in the gap before he closes it in order to stop him. I pull my hands out a bit late and cry out in pain. The door flies open and his wide eyes shoot to my bleeding hand. I clench my teeth wrapping my other hand's fingers around the wrist of the pained one. Drops of blood start gushing out of the wounds rapidly. Three of my fingers have been cut and when I try to move them; I flinch.

I take it closer and examine it before I look up at him.

"It's not deep," I murmur but he has already grabbed me dragging me in another corridor. I slide my other hand under it not to let the blood stain the floor. He opens another door quickly and grasping my waist, he sets me on the counter next to the sink. A small gasp escapes my lips at his actions that crush electricity through my body. My eyes follow him around the big restroom while he brings cotton and small white bottles of medicine. He takes my hand on his before he starts cleaning the blood.

"I can do it myself," I state but I don't get a reaction from him. His eyes stay focus on my hand as mine is watching him carefully. His features are now charged with concern and what I would have thought as self-hate but I'm sure I must be imagining things. The scowl on his eyebrows doesn't disappear. And without thinking about it, I raise my other hand and press my fingertips against his temple. His eyes shoot to mine and I smile briefly. I let my hand lower and my fingers stroke his cheek.

His eyes are so beautiful right now. The light above me has given me the chance to see the depth of the eyes I'm in love with. The two glassy windows I can decipher his emotions from that depict what the heart of the angel I love is experiencing.

He tugs the hand he holds and pulling me closer, he captures my lips with his. The intensity and desire that unfold inside of me make me moan. My fingers get lost on his hair knotting it as his tongue chases mine in my favorite way of all.

"For once in your life, can you do as you're told?" I shake my head.

"I won't run, Corbyn," I promise. He disconnects our gazes and I feel a void inside of me that didn't exist before. The terrible void of his absence.

"I didn't go out with him if you were wondering," I say after a few minutes of silence. "Like I know you didn't sleep with Dakoda," He doesn't reply and I take that as my cue to say everything I wanted to; the reason I came here.

"I know what you're doing," I whisper and he leans up gruffly so our eyes meet again. "It's not going to work,"

He shakes his head after he has finished with my hand. "Amelia, it's not..."

"No," I interrupt him. "I'm not going to leave you. For so many days I couldn't figure out why you were acting that way. And I'm here telling you that it's not working. I don't care how much trouble and mess your life has. I don't care as long as we're together. You have said it yourself that only difficulties will find if we were going to give this another chance. And that's exactly what happened." He runs his hand through his tousled luminous hair.

"Things have changed since then. My life is such a fucking mess that I don't know how to get out of myself. I don't want to drag you into this. That's the reason I didn't want you to know from the goddamn start,"

"That's exactly what you don't understand. I don't care about the baggage you have with you. I love you and it's something I knew I had to live with since we started dating. I want to be in this mess as long as you are in it. You don't have to fight alone, Corbyn,"

"Yes, I have to. Every day in those courts I keep hearing terrible things about the monster I'm and the destroying and corruptive family I have. I'm nothing you need or want in your life. You don't deserve all those shit," He states; as his body is firm, clenched and his eyes fixed on mine.

"That's for me to decide, Corbyn not you," I exclaim. "I have to make my own decisions without you getting in the way and taking the choice from me,"

"I'm protecting you," He retaliates.

"I didn't ask you to. You have to let me mess things up and regret my decisions. You can't keep getting in the way especially when you break up with me to protect me," I clasp his head in my hands. "What can I do to convince you otherwise?"

"You don't understand," He mutters. "I'm just ending what will end in a few days or weeks."

"What?" I frown.

"There are things you don't know about my family, my parents, about me. When you do, you will do the one thing I'm asking you, only then, you'll be more heartbroken than now," My hands slip and rest on my lap as I frown at him, finally, putting the missing pieces of the puzzle together.

"You think I will leave you sooner or later?" I whisper; my voice is soft and almost soundless whine. My breath gets knocked out of me when my angel nods.

"You will," He voices the fear that cracks under my chest. "You will realize that you deserve better and it will be late. You'll be hurting and I made you a promise. This is me trying to protect you," My lashes flutter as silence blanks us while the tension builds up between our constant stares. My brain aches from the realization.

"Then tell me," I say. "Tell me what will make me leave you," His eyes widen but he shakes his head.

"A lot of things,"

"Are you kidding me?" I shout startling him. "I don't care how messed up your family is 'cause I know you are nothing like them. You have a notorious past that I knew since I set foot at that school. And guess what? I don't care Corbyn! You have changed since then. The Corbyn I love is nothing like the one I met." I'm breathing hard but I don't take this any longer.

"And you want to talk about the promise? You swore you wouldn't hurt me and that's exactly what you're doing when you break up with me and shut me out of your life. I need you. I asked nothing about protecting me especially from you! I want to lose control and fall crazily in love with you, not be away from you!" His wide shocked eyes stare at me. I don't know what else to do to make him see the truth. I lean my head back in the wall looking at the white ceiling. I don't know what to say to stop this fear of his.

"I don't deserve you," His confession makes tears well up at the corner of my eyes. I look at him and cup his face.

"No," I whisper feeling my voice crack. "You're perfect for me and I'm for you." Tears run down as I let my sensible heart split open.

"I love you and I can't bear another day apart, okay? I know I'm too weak for you but you're too strong for both of us. I don't care about anything else as long as we're together. Please," I beg bottling up a sob. He wipes the tears away before he leans down resting his forehead on mine.

"You shouldn't say things like that," He whispers.

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm not going to let you go,"

"Then don't," I sob. Our eyes contact before our lips. I slide my arms and thighs around him bringing me closer to me. His hands grab my waist pulling up the shirt. My heart explodes from the plethora of feelings. We put all the anxiety and dread on those kisses that seem not to be quite enough. I keep kissing him like there is tomorrow for this world while he's kissing me like there is no other girl on this planet.

"Why did you give upon us?" I ask upon his swollen lips.

"When you love someone, you do what's best for them, even when it was like hell for me,"

"You shouldn't have done that,"

"I was trying to do the best, I promised not to hurt you," My heart swells with sadness when I realize that I was partly the reason we both went through it all.

"I love you," His lips crash in mine for an answer. His fingers dig into my flesh creating goosebumps all over me. He leans in me as if he can't get enough and I know the feeling. I tug his hair and a groan slips from his lips tightening all my insides.

"I missed you," He says as he trails kisses on my jaw. My lids flutter close and I bite my lower lip at the sensation. His arms tighten their grip around me and he walks out of the restroom. Our lips don't quit brushing against each other until we reach his bedroom. I'm so glad he knew the pattern for right now, I don't have the strength to stop. He shuts the door and I quickly stumble to find the locker turning it.

He places upon the cottony sheets of his bed as he lays on top of me. He bites my bottom lip before taking my mouth against his demanding one. I lower my hands and start pulling the hem of his shirt to get it off of him. He leans up throwing it somewhere in the back. I browse his big room that is covered in darkness; it must be really late. Small angels are glistering from up high in the window at my side as my eyes focus on mine.

He kisses me as he slowly raises my shirt and gets it off of my head. He pulls me back down then; his skin slides against mine flaming me. He tears away but before he can speak, I lean up connecting our mouths again.

"We-we should stop," He gasps but I shake my head.

"Don't stop," He stops kissing me looking down at my burning eyes.

"What?" He asks bewildered. "You want this?" I nod. "Are you sure? Once we do this, there's no going back," I roll my eyes pulling him down again. My fingers explore his skin as our lips don't stop moving.

"I need you to tell me you're sure," He whispers in my ear while his lips are kissing my neck. "Cause I'm not going to be able to stop after," His sensual low tone sends shivers of desire on my backbone.

"I'm sure," He stops kissing me again sitting up after he rolls over; my legs are strapped around him. His fingers touch my legs from my ankles up my thighs. My heartbeat explodes in my ears.

"I should lock the door." His huskier voice makes me nearly lose control.

"I did," His eyes shoot to mine, and, slowly, a smirk forms on my lips.

"You can tell me how proud you're, later," I lean down connecting our lips as my hands are rested on his cheeks. I feel his demanding lips smiling even after they are attached to mine. He grips my hands and starts to lower them across his chest; the usual now reaction provides a flaming tingling sensation in my fingertips that contact his blazing golden skin.

Though, this time, it's different. His hands don't leave mine; they only stop at the start of his trousers. I pull away watching his eyes, closely, as they stare at me. He doesn't utter another word yet I know. Catching as a captive my bottom full lip, I unbutton his jeans. My lips are dry as my fingers have begun to shake. I look up to him, hesitantly, to find him watching me in awe; as if I'm a magic creature he didn't know yet he's fascinated with.

"I think you should take it from here," I whisper and he offers me a smile before his hand grips my chin keeping me steadily and kisses me. He rolls us over again. I don't open my eyes as he moves causing a small noise.

"Are you nervous?" He asks. I gaze up as his eyes are searching mine. I nod chewing my lip.

"I love you," He confesses but I don't have the chance to reply as his lips crush in mine right before he makes me completely and utterly his.

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