I'm A Stick Beside Him Novels & Stories

He didn’t hold me, but he stayed right there, by my side. And as my eyes drifted shut, the world fading, he was still by my side.

But while I'm still here, while we're still enjoying it, I'll stay by her side and love her secretly. As my thoughts circle around my head, I feel the dip of the couch next to me. I don't have to guess who it is. There is something in her presence, something that I've latched myself into for me to know that she is beside me. And besides, there’s only two of us here. If someone else stood next to me, I might have peed and shit in my own pants from fear.

Striker smirked. “ Liar. ” I pouted. “ This evening. ” He warned and marched away from me. “ You know what?! You don’t know the real me either! Even if you call the whole world and throw me out yourself, I am still not leaving! I am going to stay attached to your side even if you think of me as a leech. ” I announced to his back. He didn’t take me serious and kept walking rigidly. I huffed, dropping onto the bed.

I say softly, "I really need to leave. It's getting dark soon, and I need to get going." I point in the direction we had come from, hoping that even if he can't understand my words, he might grasp my meaning through gestures. Tentatively, I push myself to my feet, half-expecting him to growl or block my path again. To my surprise, he simply stands up as well, his massive form dwarfing me as he moves to walk beside me.

He was standing beside a tree, relaxing his sides on it while he held something. I found myself slowly walking towards my mate and as though in a trance, we walked towards each other not minding that I was naked.

I looked up at him then I noticed that the seat beside me is empty. Shit, please don't tell me you're not planning on seating there? I thought as I continue to look at him. Then he walked towards the seat beside me then he sat there. Fuck, Sir whoever you are please do not seat there, I planted my booger there earlier so it's probably stuck on your butt I thought, of course, I can't say that out loud. I don't want to be punched cause that shit hurts.

“And I don’t need you to say it back. I just need you to be honest with me. With yourself.” A knot forms in my throat. His words are too kind. Too true. I nod slightly, unsure of what to say, of what I can offer him when I still feel so lost. But I don’t pull away. I stay right there, in his arms. “I’m trying,” I whisper. “I know,” he says, pulling me closer again. “That’s all I need. And I'll be right here beside you.” He says.

I took a stick that was laying next to me and traced a few words on the empty coble stone . There was only a walkway between will and I that was lit up with flame torches every few meters. "They won't care, trust me little one you aren't important." He said as he understood what I was writing. What if they find out I was gone. "To be honest lass your lucky to still be alive, how long now turning fifty six years you said? Do'ya really think they even remember?" He asked. '

“You’ll give me a heart attack.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes glowing faintly in the torchlight. “You’re still standing. That’s improvement.” I huffed, looking away. “Easy for you to say. Tomorrow everyone will see me fail.” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer…close enough that my back brushed the stone wall behind me. Not trapping me. Just… there. “You’re not failing,” he said quietly. “Not tomorrow not ever.” I shook my head. “I don’t feel strong. I feel stuck.”

Understanding that the edge was real and the only way forward was through it and t he person beside him was asking him to go through it together instead of alone. I held his gaze. And I waited.