Hurt

Blaire's Pov

I paced around in Indrik's room, nearly running mad from my anger at Indrik. That fool! I gritted my teeth wishing I had spent a few days training so I could punch him so hard in the face that his nose would split into two (ok, maybe not so hard. I couldn't bear the thought of ruining his handsome face). Maybe then, his senses would return to him. How could he, after all that girl had done to him, (heck, she had almost killed him. Scratch that, she practically killed him before the doctor had brought him back to life. I shuddered as I recalled how Beta Green had blatantly refused to save him. He would have died if the doctor had not decided to risk everything to save him.) how could he still think about nothing else except her? Why!!!

My eyes narrowed as the door opened and Indrik stumbled in holding her up in his arms. My eyes stung as my ears popped and I stomped toward them, intending to slap the grime covered witch back to whatever hole she had crawled out from but just before I could reach her, Indrik pulled her behind him and shook his head. "Please!" He whispered.

"Really?" My voice quivered as I tried to balance out my breathing. "You are really going to defend her after all she has put you through? Do you even..." My voice broke as a tear slid from my eye. I hurriedly attacked it, wiping it away, but it only made it worse as even more tears poured from my eyes. "Do you know what I went through these past few days trying to save you from what she caused? Do you know how scared I was that you might never recover? Do you know how many times I..." I stopped myself as I gulped, my hands trembling at my sides.

"Blaire?" He started to walk toward me but stopped when the girl started to sway. My heart ached as the tears poured even faster at the thought that she was more important to him than I was. But how? I had spent all my life with him, growing up as one of his best friends, sharing laughter and memories and suddenly, a woman comes out of nowhere and becomes more important to him? The thought of it filled me with so much despair that my feet started to grow light under me and my eyes spun in circles, turning the room upside down. I would have fallen if not for a table beside me that I threw my weight on.

"Blaire! Are you okay?" My eyes clouded even more like someone was holding a smoking stick before them as I noticed that he had not moved an inch from his position. He stood there watching with that girl in his arms while I, who had spent the past few days doing nothing much more than caring for him trembled, trying my best to not collapse to the floor.

I clenched my fist around the table as my eyes sharpened and I got my emotions under control again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice so soft I would have forgotten all my problems if the source was not standing beside him, clinging to him tightly.

I glared at him coldly before turning my eyes to the woman beside him, intending to reduce her to cinders with my eyes but in the end, all that got my rage was auburn hair which my eyes sadly did not possess enough firepower to set ablaze.

"I am sorry, Blaire." Indrik started, shifting the weight of his maid on his shoulders. "I know what you must be feeling like right now..."

"Do you?" I snapped, as I pushed aggressively away from the table.

He smiled nervously, the kind of toothy smile that showed off his perfect dentition. I hated that my stomach still fluttered like it always did. Even now.

"Listen, I am sorry okay? I promise to explain all of this. It is not my intention to disrespect you or anything but I do have to care for her. Would you help me?" The last part came out a little choked like he knew exactly what my answer would be. He wasn't wrong.

I chuckled, my laughter coming out in a harsh grating of my vocal cords. Even at that moment, I couldn't help thinking that I sounded like rock grinding against rock. "Is that a joke? Surely, you are joking, right?" I asked, my sweet voice belying the rage that was coursing through my veins like fire in a field of oil.

Obviously, he still had an iota of sense as his eyes widened. "Please, Blaire. She needs help and I can't do it alone."

"Oh, really? So, in other words, you are asking me to be a maid for a maid?" I chuckled again as I picked up an apple from the table beside me and took a bite.

"Blaire?" He sighed heavily. "I know you are mad at me but I promise that there is an explanation for this. I wish I could tell you about it right now but I can't. I promise that you would understand soon though."

I took another bite. "Did you just say mad, Indrik?" I arched my brows as he fidgeted more and more. "Wrong." I spat. "I am not mad, I am raging mad. Mad at how you could be such a fool. You know what? I am done here. Since you clearly don't appreciate my efforts, I might just as well stop trying. Best of luck to you and your maid. I am out of here and I will be damned a thousand times over if I ever show up for you again. You can go to hell for all I care." With that, I stomped heavily past him, my chest heaving.

"I guess it is just you and me then." I heard him say just before I closed the door and my heart shattered.

The doors before me merged into one as all the dams in my eyes broke open.