Scared

I consciously opened my eyes from my slumber while lying in my bed, and I felt a soft quilt about my waist.

I'm not sure how I ended up on the bed; I vividly remember passing asleep on my room's floor.

Then I wiped my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was Aaron sitting on my bed, watching at me with concerned filled eyes. This was the first time I noticed he was concerned about me, and I sat up on my bed, knowing he was the one who placed Oilment and medicinal bandage on my wound.

"It doesn't hurt much," I told him, expecting to see a glimpse of hope in his eyes that he cares about me.

My heart is rushing so quickly as I feel his deep gaze over me, halt at my lips, then my breasts, then return to my eyes.

"I know you care about me," I told him with a smile.

That sweet expression in his eyes transformed back to a cold and harsh one when he understood what I was saying.

"No, I don't care about you; I only did this because I'm the only one who can damage you; no one else can." He mumbl