Cassie Huwit

When Aaron fainted, it felt like my heart went with him. Liam dived for Aaron, grabbing his head before it slammed against the ground but he was too late, the sound, the crack, the blood that poured was all too much for me.

Liam called out for me, pleading with me to help, to do something; yet my body refused.

In a stunned manor, my eyes steadied onto Aaron's busted nose and bruising eyes, and even though they were closed, I could tell he was tired.

The air was knocked back into my aching lungs when Liam grabbed my arms and shook me ever so slightly. "Cassie please!" My eyes blink back into my surroundings, cleaning the water that pulled to take my clear vision.

My feet ran to the linen closet, frantically pulling out towels to stop the bleeding that outline Aaron's head.

Liam paced around with his phone tucked to his ear, swapping sides in frustration. I was too focus, too stressed to care what Liam did; more focused on Aaron.

Aaron's soft brown hair is now tattered in blood; using the towel I try to soak it out.

Tears fall down my puffy cheeks, I wipe them away but never fast enough to beat the next drop. I don't know why I am crying, I hate Aaron or Sam or whatever other lies he told me, I hate that he took me, I hate that he reminds me of my childhood, I hate his houses, I hate his moterbike and the way he smells, I hate his face, his clothes, I even hate that I don't hate him; not truly.

As I look at his broken face, I can't stop how much I want to brush his hair back. To punch him and scream at him. I have never stop asking questions in my head, preparing for the day I get to ask him.

Why did you take me?

What is it about me that makes you think I deserve this?

Why did you lie?

Why won't Liam tell me?

Why must I wait?

Maybe I weep, not for Aaron and his pain but for mine, I weep for the fact that if Aaron dies I may never get the answers I dream for. If Aaron leaves I may be stuck in a limbo. And if Aaron hit his head so badly, he may not even remember me to answer my questions.

I leap off the floor and away from Aaron. "Liam! Liam!" He turns to me, hanging up the phone. "What's wrong?" He looks behind me to Aaron. "What if he hit his head really badly? What if he's hurt?"

Liam explained to me that he knows a doctor that is on call for situations like this - those that need the utmost discretion. The doctor should be here soon and that Aaron will be okay.

"I didn't think you would care for him this much." He wiped a remnant tear off from my jaw. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever meet, Cassie." He smiled at me, tucking the hair behind my ear.

I can't help but feel guilt. If only he knew my reasons for caring so greatly, he would think I am horrible, he wouldn't look at me again.

"Cassie! Earth to Cas!" Liam waved his hand across my face.

"Stop over thinking, he'll be fine."

I look over to Aaron and think about what I am going to do then a buzzing noise erupts that thin air. Liam mutters a sorry and picks up the phone. When he hangs up, he looks at me lowly. It was beginning to freak me out.

"That was my boss, Cas, I'm sorry I got to go." I start to get flustered, panicking about being alone with him. "You'll be fine, the doctor is like twenty minutes out, if even that, you just have to make sure Aaron's okay."

I nod at Liam but my heart is in my stomach thinking about being alone with him. When we were at the hospital, we were alone but we weren't, there was people everywhere and signs telling me where to go; now I have none of that.

Liam gets me the first aid kit from Aaron's bathroom and a blanket that he wraps around me. He stands at the door saying his goodbyes and in his eyes I see guilt, whether that's for leaving me here alone or not; I didn't know.

I sit on the hard floor next to Aaron's warm body and I begin to sweat so I chuck the blanket off of me and sob into my hands just like I did in the old house. The house he caged me in, the place where I was alone. Alone yet knowing that he was there, knowing that he sat outside the door sometimes and would just sigh. That he heard my pleas for freedom and ignored them.

He stopped those men from taking me, or perhaps they were saving me.

I'm lost about who is the hero in my story.

A man with a briefcase banged at the door for a few minutes .

"Who are you?" We said at the same time.

He chuckled and explain that he is the doctor that Liam called for. He has salt and pepper hair with blue eyes to match, he isn't too tall perhaps 5'8. He places his case on the ground next to Aaron and blue latex gloves over each hand. He lifted Aaron onto the couch and began his work.

"So are you Liam's girlfriend?" He says without looking up from Aaron and if he did he would see the shock on my face.

"No, I am not." I tried to say confidently but my voice quivered.

"Oh I see." The doctor contiuned to patch Aaron up.

After some time, he stands up and writes a list of things on a piece of paper and places it on the kitchen counter. On his march to the door, I stop him. "Is that it?" The blankly stares at me and a small wrinkles appears on his forehead.

"Your friend is fine, no symptoms that show there is a greater damage to his head." He starts to walk again.

"Wait!" He turns to me again and says that he only needs a good meal and rest.

"What if he doesn't remember though?" I say a bit too hasty.

The doctor frowns again, pure confusion across his features.

"He should remember what happened but it could take awhile, now please girl, I must go."

I've been sitting on the coffee table for what feels like minutes but the clock says differently. I hold the paper in my hand that the doctor wrote out:

Naprosyn

Green Tea

Do not let him get up for at least 12 hours without help.

I searched the cupboards for tea and the pain relief and found none. I began to panic. What if he wakes up in pain and gets mad that I have nothing. I contemplated my choices; I could go out and get the things he needs or wait for Liam to get back.

I had no idea when Liam would come back or any money for the stuff.

Aaron's breath is soft, barely raising is chest. A few times it scared me so much I had to place my ear to his chest to check if he was alive.

After the fourth time, I decided I would leave and come back with the stuff. I searched in Aaron's room for cash, so far only finding couch coins. My last choice is to find his wallet but I cannot find it in the usual places like the kitchen or a bowl on a small table.

I look over at Aaron's sleeping body and dread the thoughts I have.

Aaron's wallet must be in his pocket. I sit down on the coffee table again and wait for the perfect moment to move him over. I reach under him and wiggle my fingers around feeling for what hopefully is his wallet.

When I pull the square from his clothing and pull my arm out, I swear he stopped breathing. In my panic to check for life again, my head banged a little to hard aganst his hard chest causing him to stir a litte but not enough to wake him.

I walk to the door ever so quietly. At the door there are keys that hang besides the frame, I try them and they lock the door, unlocking it again, I stand wih keys in one hand and cash in the other. I feel nerves course through my veins, electrifying my every step. It's not like I was running away, I only need two things.

I step out of the house and lock the door.

There are car keys on the opposite side of the chain, trying my luck on Aaron's car and they work. I know how to drive but not in the big city that is New York. The car door was heavy to open but once I get in and turn the car on, it was smooth sailing. The car had a voice that started when the car did, there is button for GPS, I guess that's easier than driving around blind, especically when I need to get back fast, I thought to myself.

I put in the words and begin the drive.

The store wasn't too busy but enough to make me watch my back through every aisle. People smiled at me and whispered sorry when they bumped into me. I felt almost normal, felt like I hadn't been locked in house after house.

I got the things I needed and drove back to the house, I would have been lost if it wasn't for the car.

As the key slipped into the lock and I twisted the door open, my first step was startled out of me. There stood Aaron, placing his jacket on and wincing at the sudden movement.

I launch forward with the bag in my hand, closing the door with my hand behind my back.

"Where the hell were you?" Aaron roars at me, wincing and grabbing at his ribs.

I duck around him, placing the bag on the bench and make a run for my room. With Aaron hot on my heels, I slam the door shut behind me.

"Where did you go, Cassie!"

With the anger in his voice, I back away from the door. Aaron shoulder barges the door in and I can see the pain evident on his face, in all my fear, it escaped my mind to actually be afraid of running towards Aaron.

"You stupid man! You're going to injury yourself again!"

The shock on his face made me second guess my fury but it dissipated when I saw the bruising on his ribs when I lifted his shirt up.

"Sit! Now, on the couch!" I demand. Aaron follows my orders oddly fast.

I walk over to the bag and pull it over to the coffee table. Aaron's face peaked in interest. I pulled out the pills and the tea, laying them out on the table and wrapping the bag around my wrist to place behind me once it is tight.

I look around and realize I'm missing a glass of water. Not bothering to ask if Aaron perfers hot or cold, I begin to pour cold tap water into a large mug.

When I reach the coffee table again, Aaron is looking into his lap like a scolded child. I don't bother to utter a word to him, I just dunk the tea bag into the cold water and unscrew the cap off the pill bottle.

"Why did you leave, Cassie." Aaron asks in such a sad tone.

At first I was mad and stunned that he could ask such a stupidly obvious question but that look on his face wasn't one of disappiontment or anger, it was one of fear.

I hand the mug to him after dunking the tea a few times, as well as a lone pill.

"Doctor said to get you these." I mumble the words to Aaron, not sticking around to see if he heard me.

I stand up from the table and walk to my room to reside the rest of the evening when Aaron reaches out and grabs my hand with a subtle touch. In his other hand, he holds the mug; his head still hung lowly.

He whispers, thank you, and just lets me slide my hand out from between his fingers.

I quickly walk into my room, too scared to look back. As gentle as possible, I close my door and lean against the back of it. Aaron confuses me and I confuse myself. He acts like hates me, he kidnaps me and yet in moments of weakness; he is affectionate and open.

And I am no better, I only care for him to benefit my own situation but when he touches me, my skin blazes with the warmest fires sending lighting through my fingers and toes.

If I didn't know myself, I would think I am gaining feelings for Aaron.

I ran a shower for myself, I seldom remember the last time I have taken true care of myself. Robin came the other night and brought a few bath products for me.

My shower didn't take long but when I came out from the room, I found Aaron asleep on the couch, as well as the pill I gave him next to his half drunk mug.

He didn't take it.

I started to pull ingredients out from the fridge to try and feed Aaron knowing that he fed me so well. Seeing Robin has been here there are many ingredients to make many meals but the most I can do is a grilled cheese.

I assumed the man who took me was the one cooking the meals for me and I fear I cannot live up to Aaron's talents.

I place Aaron's plate in front of him and raw smell must have awoken him as he is sat, eyes peeled at the food in my hand. I mumble a small, here, and move to sit across from him.

"How do I know you haven't poisoned this." He raises the plate and gestures it towards me. His voice groaning in sleep.

"Did you poison me?" I rebut.

He responses by picking up a slice and taking a large bite off the corner.

We sat in comfortable silence while we ate. Which was odd, when we sat together in the car to and from the hospital, it was awkward. I don't know what's changed from then and now, because it certainly hasn't been anything for the better.

"How did you get to the store?" He asked as he picked up his last piece of grilled cheese.

"I used your car." I pushed myself further into the chair and mutter the words.

Surprisingly, he heard me and only smirked. I guess that's better than him getting mad at me.

"Why didn't you take the pill?" I gaze up at him. He doesn't bother to look my way.

He mumbles with a shrug, that he doesn't need it.

"Aaron, you're covered in bruises and you hit your head very hard, it's bound to hurt."

"It doesn't hurt at all." I sigh, my fusterations getting the better of me.

Why do you lie. I whisper under my breath, assuming Aaron didn't hear me until I see him frown.

I finished up my plate and moved up in the chair to wash both dishes and the rest I left on the bench.

"Let me." Aaron moves as well.

"No, Aaron, you're not surposed to move for twelve hours." I take the plates out of his hands move into the adjoining room.

"You know they don't actually mean twelve hours exactly." He grins at me, standing next to me in the kitchen when he should have his ass on the couch for another ten hours or so.

"Yeah, whatever you say mister." I taunt.

"Calloway." I stare up at him in utter confusion, tilting my head and all.

"Mister Calloway, to you Miss Huwit." He taunts back.

I stand there stunned. How he knows the things he does about me keeps me up at night.

"How do you know that." I can't bear the thought of looking at him in fear to face his lies but my eyes don't move off his.

Aaron is the one that looks away.

"And why were you beat up? Was it the same men that tried to take me from the old house?" I see him grip the edge of the marble counter top, knuckles white in fury.

"Goodnight, Cassie." Aaron walks into his bedroom and closes the door.

Aaron leaves me standing in the kitchen, wondering how he goes from the Aaron I'm beginning to like to the Aaron I know and hate. If he nevers answers my questions, I'll soon plan my escape.

I'm sorry that it took so long to publish more chapters, I started a course that takes all my writing time.

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