One Day

chapter 4

Hailey's POV

I continued looking into his eyes, for what seemed like forever until I decided to speak again.

"What is wrong with you?!" I questioned a very irritated River.

He scoffed. He finally did something other than just staring with his piercing eyes. But I don't think he was finished just yet. He shot out of his seat, so that he was now towering me with his 6 foot 4 figure.

"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with ME?" He emphasized the "me", clearly showing he thought there was something wrong with the small girl standing in front of him.

With his body towering mine and his hot breath coming out in short intervals, I couldn't help but be a little intimidated. After all he was pretty big, but in a good way. Not in a way that looks like he's taken way too many steroids and is obsessed with going to the gym, but in a way that you can tell he' s naturally toned and athletic.

He was still staring at me, and as I was about to reply, he opened his mouth to speak again, much to my surprise. He wasn't much of a talker.

"I am the one who saved your ass, and your asking what's wrong with me?" he asked sounding defeated.

He was so frustrating!

"Oh, so now you think I'm crazy?" I fought back, "Well I'm not the one who beat a man half to death, and left him on the brink of death." This set something off in him.

"You should be thanking me for getting you off him or you'd probably be facing some criminal charges right now." I continued, still trying to get all of my anger out.

He looked at me with something in his eyes for a short second before it was gone. Could it have been sadness? Why was he acting so strange?

That look very quickly turned into anger and then he was back to yelling at me.

This time he was yelling with more power, like he was more invested.

"Don't ever say that to me again. I didn't kill him did I?" He started getting more angry and red and the seconds went by.

He flailed his arms in the air, most likely to get his point across, but like a reflex I screeched and hid behind my hands.

I waited for a hit to the face, but it never came. Instead, I felt smooth, yet slightly rough hands grab my wrists and move them away from my face.

I was met with the eyes of a different River. A gentle River.

I was shocked for a second because of the look in his eyes. He looked genuinely disappointed and sad.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked me, his voice barely above a whisper as if he was dreading my answer.

"um... I don't know." I replied bluntly

"Please tell me why." he pleaded with me, his eyes never leaving mine, and his hands still gripping my wrists gently.

"I guess I thought you might hit me. You looked so angry." I replied, feeling slightly guilty because of the look in his eyes.

He sighed as if expecting that answer, but hoping for another.

"I would never hit you. Ever. You have to believe that." He said, sounding desperate for a sign that I understood.

"Please say you believe me?" He added after a few seconds of silence.

For some odd reason I did, I did believe him. Whether it be the fact that he saved me, or the look in his eyes right now, I truly believed he was telling the truth.