Hurt Me

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it hurt?” she asked as she traced the scar from where I got shot.
    “Honestly I don’t remember. I was passed out before I could feel anything.”  She looked at me with sad eyes. The way she curled into my body made my heart melt. It made me want to do nothing but protect her. I started to feel myself getting angry thinking about her home life; I had to remind myself that she was here now and I wasn’t ever going to let her go back. I kissed the top of her head and watched her fall asleep in my arms. It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever had.
       I could hear my alarm going off on my phone, with my free hand I checked the time. It was 7:45 in the morning. I was already running fifteen minutes late but I didn’t want to move. I could lay like this for the rest of my life if I had to. Evangeline was stunning. Her pony tail must have fallen out in the middle of the night because her hair was draped across my chest enticing me with its wonderful scent. Her t-shirt rode up on her side where I could see her stomach. I felt my morning hardness twitch with excitement. I really need to gain some control of myself I thought.
       I kissed the top of her head and rand my hand through her long hair. “Evangeline we gotta get up” I whispered in her ear. She jumped and sat up real quick. “Calm down Eve.” I told her. She ran her hands over her face.
    “I’m sorry you scared me” She said looking at me with a little grin on her face.
    “I like waking up with you” I grabbed her and pulled her back towards me. “Are you ready to get going? We got some driving to do.”
    “ Mmmhhhmmmm” she moaned out before her eyes fluttered shut and she was out. I pulled my arm out from under her and packed my stuff and changed. I pulled out some jeans and shirt for Eve and put everything else in the truck. I left to go get some coffee and donuts down the road. I was praying she wouldn’t wake up while I was gone. There was a small store not too far I could be back in 20 minutes.
    Walking through the front door I listened to see is she was awake. I didn’t hear anything. I walked in the room and she wasn’t there. I walked back through the house and saw her pajamas folded on the kitchen counter. I walked through the back door and there she was sitting on the porch looking like a goddess.
    “I got breakfast.” I said lifting the donuts and coffee towards her. She grabbed them and set them beside her and patted the porch next to her.
    “Sit down with me.” She said.
    I did what she told me to and we ate in silence. I finished my last donut and asked “do you like it here?”
    She smiled at me “Very much. It’s just so beautiful. I hate to leave.”
    “Well, we’ll be back by tomorrow if we can ever get going.” I teased her. I stood up and then helped her up. We picked up our trash, she grabbed her pajamas, and we were off to my parents.
    “How long is the drive?” she asked after we already had been driving for an hour.
    “Not too long, just a few more hours.”
    She rolled her eyes at me and tucked her feet underneath her, Indian style and looked out the window. She eventually fell asleep. I still needed to tell her to pretend we were together just so my parents would leave me alone about Emma but I was scared of how she was going to react. Part of her acted like she wanted nothing but to be with me and another acted like she wanted none of me.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
    I woke up to my head banging hard into the window. I looked up with my hand on my head. “Ouch” I said towards Allen. “Where are we?”
    “Almost there, just another minute or two.” He looked at me excitedly. We were on a dirt road covered with ruts in it. I was starting to get super nervous; the killer scenario ran through my mind again. And then I remembered I would be meeting his parents and I wanted to throw up. Oh no I didn’t

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