Page 77 - Fallen Thoughts

I try to respond but just then, she presses a wet cloth to the gash on my leg. I

gasp at the sting and Meagan mumbles an apology.

I blink more tears out of my eyes, “Yeah, I fought it.”

We fall back into silence as she bandages my cuts. She leaves for a minute

to retrieve an icepack from the freezer for my bruises.

I thought she would leave, after she’d completed her final good deed.

Instead she gathers up my bloodied clothes, throws them in the laundry hamper

before sitting down on the floor, facing me.

Hesitantly, she reaches up to my face. When I don’t pull back, she cups my

cheek in her palm. God, I want her to stay.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, searching her eyes for the hatred I know should be

there.

She seems confused, “For what? Saving everyone around the block from a

monster?”

I shake my head, but stop quickly, my consciousness swimming. Meagan

cups my other cheek as well, stopping my movement, “Careful, I think you might

have a concussion.”

I lick my lips and address her question, “I lied to you. I said no more

secrets.”

Meagan glares at me and gently wipes away the tears on my face, “I thought

you were part of a gang or something.” She lets out a small laugh, “But- jeez,

Chelsea. You’re a superhero.”

“No I’m not.”
“You are. And I can’t blame you for trying to hide this.”

She pulls me up onto my knees and into a hug that I return, slowly.
I take a shaky breath and ask, “You’re not leaving?”