The Overprotective One

*Nyx P.O.V.*
Tate loaded my motorcycle onto his trailer attached the back of his SUV. I sat in the passenger seat and staring at my covered wrists. They ached a bit from their fresh wounds made two nights ago. I pulled one sleeve down a bit looking at the scabbing cuts.

Worthless.

I looked up in the rearview mirror seeing Tate coming towards the front of the car door. I pulled my sleeve up and smiled slightly when he got in. He revved the car again and leaned towards him slightly and looked at the dashboard.

10:43.

I sighed. It would be well past midnight when I got home. That means I must have left not too long after 8. Tate looked at me as I leaned back over my seat and he smiled. This one wasn't the same one I had seen the day before. It was wide, and real. He noticed I wasn't smiling back, and his face fell.

"Everything okay, love?" Love... It made my heart flutter. It was cute. No one called me that before.
"I guess so cause you're blushing and I can see it even in the dark." The smirk was clear in his voice, even with me not looking at him.

"Shut up. And no everything is not okay. But I am not about to talk about it." He layed his hand on my sholder.

"Well when you are ready I am here for you." I nodded as Tate pulled away from the little beach and drove back to the bridge. After a few minutes I started to hum a song I hadn't listened to in years. As I reached the chorus, I couldn't keep it in.

"Don't leave me lonely,
Leave me lonely,
Leave me lonely.
Put it on me,
Put it on me,
Put it on me.
Don't keep me waiting,
This night is fading.
Take me ho oh oh oh oh ome.
I try but is not the same,
Give me your love again.
Take me ho oh oh oh oh ome.
Just wanna be closer,
As the night gets colder.
When the music is over,
Just take me home.
Don't keep me waiting,
This night is fading.
Take me ho oh oh oh oh ome." I smiled, I couldn't believe I remembered all that. When I got home, I would sleep then go down to the basement for some venting time. Now that IT was gone I had nothing else but my special room in the basement.

~TIME SKIP TO 10:30 ish THE NEXT MORNING~
I went down the stairs, treading lightly. When I came home last night, I expected Andy to be waiting, but he wasn't. I put my bike up and went into my room through the window. I had gone to bed that night anxious for this moment. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a Rockstar from the fridge, and headed towards the basement door.

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