FIOLEE: Don't need saving Ch. 14

Don’t need saving: Ch. 14

  Little guy! The bat she had thought she had saved that one night long ago; the tiny bat that she had enjoyed talking to and enjoyed his company.
  Fionna felt her breath come out faster and in shorter pants. She felt tears sting her eyes. She felt so betrayed and even played. She had enjoyed little guys company. She had waited for him to return ever since he left and he…he didn’t say he was going to return when she asked. He only said…‘maybe.’
  That maybe had been a no for months while her leg healed. She had waited, turned at every miniscule sound she heard. Her heart would race when she saw shadows in the corners of her eyes thinking it was him trying to sneak around like he used too. But he didn’t show.
  He never showed.
  Anger flared up in her next. He had pretended to be someone that was hurt just so she would take him to her home and find her out. How dare he betray her like that?
  Confusion came up behind her anger. She had enjoyed Marshall’s company. She enjoyed it now. She felt as if they were both kindred spirits and he just…stopped. Why had he stopped visiting her? Had she done something wrong to have made him want to stop doing just that? What was wrong with him? Better yet: What was wrong with HER?
  She focused hurt eyes on him ‘Why didn’t you come back!’ She wanted to yell at him. To demand an answer, ‘I waited for you to return for an entire month! I kept thinking you were just hiding somewhere in my house and I just couldn’t see you!’ She wanted to grab him by his shirt collar and shake him. ‘I spoke out loud like a crazy person. I called for you and you never returned.’
  Yet now as she had nothing better to do than think and think and over think. Now she understood her obsession with a tiny little bat. It wasn’t just some bat, but Marshall lee…the guy she had felt connected too since the first time she had met him at the club.
  Looking at him as tears tickled her cheeks as they made their way down the side of her face, she wanted to yell at him. To make him feel just how heartbroken she had felt when he didn’t return.
  He looked at her with worry, “Are you okay?”
  Yet now all she wanted to do was punch him for making her worry so much; for making her feel so lonely even when she had people around her.
  “I know you must have had your reasons for giving me a fake name, but I did…” His sentence trailed off as he ran his fingers through his hair in a desperate way. “I did follow you.”
  Angrily Fionna felt as more tears followed on the trail the tears before had made, which made her furious. She was showing him weakness and that was the last thing she wanted to show him. Slowly closing her eyes, she pretended. She pretended she was home alone and tried to blank her mind to lessen the humiliation.
  “Are you okay?” His voice sounded so close.
  She then heard a loud thunderous sound in the silence of the room. It was a second later she felt a sting in the palm of her hand. Her eyes sprang open with alertness as well as confusion. What had happened?
  Locking eyes with those blood red eyes of his, she saw him with his eyes almost as wide as she imagined hers were. Lower down his hand was rubbing the very edge of his chin and jawline. Realization hit her.
  With eyes still wide as plates, she realized the reason why her hand was hurting. Why she had heard a loud sound and soon after felt the sting on her palm.
  She had slapped him.
  Excitement instead of guilt raked through her body as she tried to move her hand once again, yet she couldn’t. Then how in the world had she slapped him? Then with that another thought came to her.
  She had struck him! A shiver of fear laced through her. Slowly bringing her eyes to his she remembered the first time she met him and how he didn’t retaliate when Ashly had slapped him. Even though he looked and acted like he was bad, he still had decency.
  But he did narrow his eyes at her, which soon took a sharpened more demonic look to his eyes. “I see you can move.” He said his voice serious. “And I probably deserved it.” His lips thinned into a straight line. “You put a lot of strength behind it.” Dropping his hand he grinned, but it was more fangs than an actual grin. He looked sinister for a second making her blood run cold.
  But looking at him better she saw hatred in his eyes. Hatred and sadness…but it wasn’t directed at her. It looked like the kind of feelings someone who hates himself so much for something they had no control over. “I am sorry for whatever it was that I did.”
  Another urge to slap him crossed her mind. That apology wasn’t worth anything. No one could apologize when they didn’t even know what they were apologizing for. She quenched that thought though, for the horrible sadness within him. Her anger vanished and was replaced with her heroin need to help. She wanted to help him lose that frown and make him happy.
  She wanted to console him, but the only sound that came out of her throat was a strangled groan. Which was something new; she was slowly and painfully regaining her movements back.


  Marshall looked at Fionna sadly; she probably hated him for what he did. His cheek-meat was still throbbing with pain by her well placed slap. She was just as surprise as he was when it happened. He had seen it in her eyes after it happened.
  She seemed to be getting movement and soon before he knew it she would be out and headed for home. And once that happened she would tell him she never wanted to see him ever again. He needed to tell her the story first. He needed to tell her. To see if she remembered anything by the time he finished. He needed to continue the story. He might not have enough time to relate it to her now that she was recovering her movements back.
  With a deep breath, he started the story without even any kind of introduction. He laughed at himself: what was he going to say for an introduction? Oh, this is Chapter 15 of my autobiography.
  Fionna looked at him like he was crazy, so he sobered up and started the story. “The boy wanted to find the girl, but he didn’t know her name or what she looked like. All he knew was that her eyes were the color of a silvery gray moon.” That captured Fionna’s attention.
  “After the nurse had changed the bloody bandages from his torso, he was getting ready to leave and continue his road to nowhere. But it was then, when he was buttoning his torn up shirt…that was when SHE came in.” He smiled tenderly as for once in a very long time the image of his beloved came to his mind as she was. She was a beautiful sight, not like he always saw her…in the bloody and torn mess she was at the last moments of her life.
  “He saw the Princess of the kingdom.” He looked at Fionna and beamed. “She wore a beautiful blue dress that was so lovely that it made lose all thought as well as his breath. The Princess had these gorgeous big blue eyes. She had this ivory skin that looked so beautiful with that dress. Her long hair reached all the way to her ankles it was so silky and so light blond that it looked like it was almost white. She entered the room looking so regale that it looked like she was walking on air.” He snorted remembering now the resemblance, “At her side was this very large feline. Which the Princess explained was a snow leopard. The feline’s eyes though blue, had a trace of the silver he had seen in the girls the night before.”
   He shrugged, “Looking at the Feline made him think of the girl. He wanted to ask the Princess if she had ever seen or heard of the girl that was dressed all in black.”
 

The nurse in the room bowed at the Princess and excused herself before exiting. “Welcome to my kingdom.” The Princess’s voice was musical yet overpowering and young.
  Looking at her he found her to be the most stunning woman he had ever come across. She was young, probably around his age, maybe a few years younger. Her hair was the longest and thickest he had ever seen. To his raven blue-black hair hers was so blond and fair it almost looked white. The snow leopard, who she called Panya, seemed to be made of the same shimmering gem from which the kingdom was made up off.
  “T-thank you Princess, but I was on my way out.” He bowed, “Thank you for your hospitality and such, but I best be on my way.”
  “You may call me Adira.” She said.
  He looked up, “Adira.” He smiled at the strange name, but somehow it was suitable. “Thank you again Princess.” Glad his guitar made it alright; he threw it over his shoulder and was headed out.
  “Wait.” The Princess took a step towards him, her blue dress elegantly moving with her movements like flowing blue liquid. Looking embarrassed she pulled back and pet Panya’s head, “You’re hurt, you shouldn’t move around just yet.”
  He smiled at the pretty pink blush on her ivory face, “No worries Princess, I’m a fast healer.” He smiled and gently touched his stomach. “I’m fine.”
  She intertwined her fingers and let them rest on her abdomen. “I would feel a lot better if you stayed longer.”
  He shrugged, “Can’t. I need to be on my way. I would like to get my things before they get stolen.”
  “I could send for them.” She said quickly.
  He shook his head, “It’s too dangerous. I also…” he paused. “Say…” he looked at her questioningly wondering if he should ask her about the girl.
  “Yes?” she asked expectant.
  “Do you…happen to know the person who brought me in?”
  Her blue eyes widened a bit, before she looked away to regain her composure back. “I don’t believe we do. My people found you in our hospital alone.”
  “Oh well. I guess I’ll find her myself.”
  “For what purpose?” asked the Princess while tugging on a strand of silky hair.
  Again he shrugged, “Thank her for bringing me here? Maybe see if she’s alright.”
  The Princess bit her lip, “Oh.” She muttered.
  “Thank you again Princess…I mean Adira. It was a lovely pleasure to meet another royal.” Taking a hold of her fine hand he gently kissed the back of her fingers. The feline Panya didn’t seem to like that one bit. So he quickly exited the Kingdom and made his way to his things. The sun was still up by the time he reached his things.
  He saw as his backpack was torn apart leaving him with only a few of his things. “Great.” He muttered as he gathered the few things that weren’t useless. Climbing the same tree he had the night before, he sat and played his guitar to wait for the moon. His eyes were alert to every movement. Every sound, waiting to see if the girl would appear.