Sleep under demon's wing

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I was raged, hurt and angry. And my emotions blinded me to an extent where I couldn't feel my pain. The glass shards pierced my skin, drawing blood out of my wounds. Jenna looked at me in horror and pain. She was holding my hand gently. Her eyes were wide and swirling with tears. When was the last time someone cried for you? My mind mocked at me. She looked at my hand, trying to sort my palm but she couldn't. She even paled at the amount of blood that was dripping on the floor.  "Why the heck would you hurt yourself, Isabella?" She asked as she tried to remove the glass shards. But she couldn't. Her breathing were rapid, she was panicking and was concerned.  Tears rolled down my eyes as I looked down at my knuckles and back of the palms. There were glass pieces piercing my skin. Blood had covered the back of my palm; leaving measly of skin untouched. When the reality kicked in, I felt my own self panicking at the amount of blood I shed. Would I die? Would my parents care? Would anybody ever care? "It hurts badly, doesn't it?" She asked as she wiped the tears that rolled down my eyes. I  nodded my head. It indeed hurts. I took a deep breath in before I took the tweezers from her grasp, to remove the pieces by myself. I could do it.  "What are you doing? I'll call Justin. Oh, darn it! How can I forget him? He's studying medicines." She mumbled before she called Justin frantically. I shook my head as I leaned back on my chair. I was tired. I wanted to sleep. "Are you okay?" She asked. I looked down at my hands. I was injured. I inflicted pain on myself. I was emotionally drained. I wanted my mother. I want nothing but to crawl in the hole and die. I was tired. So f*****g tired of my life, of my problems.  "I'm fine." I smiled lightly but it only came out as a grimace. It hurts so bad.  Jenna passed me a bottle of water, which I took too greedily and gulped down half of it. The cool liquid blessed my throat as I felt dehydrated from all the crying and bleeding. Jenna squeezed my other arm in assurance. Jenna sucked in nursing but then so did I. Justin, however was studying medicine. Two years ahead of us. Soon the door was barged open and walked in the doctor-to-be. Justin was dressed in a plain v-neck t-shirt and black joggers. His eyes widened slightly at my wounds and blood. He had a small suitcase in his hand which he kept beside my chair, on the floor gently.  "That's one nasty wound." He said with a frown before he looked at me. His usual orbs had darkened a bit. I swallowed as I looked at my badly nursed wound. He shook his head before he looked at Jenna.  "She punched the mirror?" Of course she narrated the scene to her boyfriend. "I did and this hurts like a b***h!" I snapped back in pain. Justin coughed slightly before he removed an ointment from his suitcase. I rose my eyebrows and retracted my arm back. Justin rolled his eyes before he took a hold of my arm gently and pulled it closer to his squatted frame. I looked at him with cautious gaze while he simply sighed in annoyance. "This will numb your palms for a bit. You'd still feel the pain but it won't be so bad." He instructed before he started applying the ointment all over my palm and knuckles. Did I mention the medicine which had to numb my pain only increased it?  "It stings."  "It will for a few minutes. Okay, Jenna you need to hold her arm firmly for me. And Isabella, please turn your head to the side. I don't want you throwing up all over me." I glared at the man in front of me before snapping my attention towards my roommate who had a firm grip over my injured arm. Her eyes softened as she squeezed my shoulder in assurance. "I'm ready." I breathed out. "Okay. This will be over before you know it. You are stronger than this, alright?" I was taken back by his reassuring words. We hardly ever crossed our paths 'cause neither of us liked each other. He never really liked me; maybe because I was a player or simply because our vibes never matched. "Okay."  He wore a pair of gloves before he held tweezers in his hand. Even though I was instructed not to look at him but I couldn't help but peek from the corner of my eyes. This was it. I would die from glass shards; what a shameful way of dying. Jenna held me tightly when Justin plucked out one glass shard out making me gasp in pain. f**k! Was the medicine even working? My vision was blurring from the tears that gathered in front of my eyes.  I clenched my eyes shut as he worked on removing the shards. Soon, the torture ended. He grabbed an ointment before spreading it evenly over my palm. He wrapped the gauze over my wound, securing it safely before squeezing my forearm. He smiled ever so lightly that I think I mistaken the smile before he stood up. The pain was still persistent but dull. I looked down at the horrific glass shards he had placed in a tray. I stoop up from my chair and turned to look at him. "Thank you, Justin. And sorry for bothering you at such an ungodly hour." He shook his head as he removed his gloves and placed it into the plastic wrapper.  "Don't be. Oh and don't run around punching mirrors, Madame. I'm sure they aren't as fun once you have to nurse them." His stern voice made me look at him sheepishly. I was raged, angry and wasn't thinking straight. But the pain got the lesson straight. "Trust me, I got it." I laughed nervously as I sat on my bed.  "Do you have an Ibuprofen or any other pain relieving medicine?"  "Yes, I have an Ibuprofen." He nodded as he handed me the half filled bottle and rose his brows indicating me to swallow the medicine. With a sigh I walked over my bag and removed two pills from it and swallowed it with water.  "Thank you, baby." Jenna said kissing him making me snort as I turned around.  "And the player's snorting." Justin's snarky reply only earned him a blow on his shoulder by Jenna.  "That's rude." Jenna chided, making me snort at the couple. "So was she." "She is in pain!"  "And she is standing right here." I said as I crossed my arm over my chest, emphasizing my point.  "And she should be resting." Jenna pointed out making me roll my eyes. Such a mother! "Okay, Mom." I replied with a half smile. She sometimes does behave like a mother. - - - It was raining again. I cursed the God above for pouring rain so mercilessly at the time I needed to get back to the dorm. I flinched when I heard the lightening. I pressed my coat closer to me as I started to walk against the strong wind. I was so busy being afraid of the lightening that I couldn't see the rock placed amid the road. I tripped over it, landing straight on my butt. I winced as my already wounded palm collided with the concrete with loud Thwap.  I blenched when the sky roared, increasing my heartbeat. My breathing were erratic. The road was deserted and it only increased my anxiety. I shouldn't have agreed to set the books with Jeremy. Damn it! I squinted my eyes when a sudden flash blinded my vision for a second. The truck was advancing towards me while I looked at it dumbfounded. Before I could've acted on my reflex, a pair of arms were draped around me and I was collided against their chest. It happened so fast that I almost felt myself throwing up. The familiar forest green eyes were glaring at me. The fire that usually lurked inside them had flared. I couldn't see the green in his eyes anymore. His eyes were burning with the fire. He was enraged. Even in anger, his hold wasn't painful, just firm. For a demon he was quite a human for me.  "What the hell were you trying to do? Kill yourself?" I flinched at his unforgiving tone. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm his rage and anger. I watched him intently. His chiseled face glowed as another lightening struck. He pressed me closer when he saw me flinching once again. The green in his returned though the fire still prevailed. I didn't knew why his eyes always held fire. I focused on the golden freckles in his eyes, they always calmed me. He was painfully beautiful for a demon. My eyes widened when his black wings protruded out, covering both of us protectively. It was suddenly dark under his wing. I couldn't feel the rain anymore, neither did I hear the lightening. His wings, as if were blocking the rain and the sound. His eyes gazed down at me when I felt myself in the air along with him. He was flying us.  "How do you have the wings? I thought only angels were blessed with them?" His eyes narrowed as he removed one hand from my waist making me shriek. What the hell was he planning on? Dropping me? His hand ducked inside the pocket of his soaked jeans and pulled out a bar of Kit-Kat. A look of amusement crossed my face as I looked at him. He pushed the chocolate in my hand before holding me by my waist again.  "Why, thank you."   It was silent for a while before he suddenly stopped on a surface. I was still shielded from his wings. There was very less distance amid us and I suddenly left really short in front of him. I unwrapped the chocolate as I felt hungry and pushed the untouched bar towards him first. But as usual he shook his head. I shrugged before munching on my bar and within seconds I was licking my fingers clean. "How did you find me?" I asked. He looked at me and leaned back on his wings. I was too tempted to touch his wings but restrained myself. God knows what he would do if I touched his mighty wings. I almost thought he would dodge my question like he does every time but he spoke. His gruff yet deep voice reverberated in our small space.  "I'll always find you when you'll get yourself in danger." My heart thumped at his words. Why? I wanted to ask so badly. "Do others also have demons on their trail like me?" His eyebrows shot up and I almost saw his lips quirking up before they were set in a thin line again. He never smiled. Was smiling banned in hell? Or was the Satan simply too cruel for not letting anyone smile down there? "No." He answered as he closed his eyes.  "So I am special?" His eyes shot up and he stood straight. I shuffled on my tattered shoes. He intimidated me. His intense eyes bored into my dark ones. He was searching for something. I averted my gaze, suddenly feeling naked under his gaze. I was very reserved person and someone unraveling me made me conscious.  "No, you aren't." I smiled at him sadly. Of course, I knew this. I tried to lean back on his wing and I felt something soft against my soaked back. His wings felt velvety against my damped clothes. My fingers were twitching to touch his massive wings. I looked at him tentatively, risking myself. Maybe he'd allow me? But what if he gets furious? But then again I knew he won't hurt me. I was sure of the latter part. A savior can never be a foe. His eyes were closed while mine were staring right at him. He was a mystery. I was a mystery. Another thing that bounded us together. "Neron." He blenched. I swallowed at the fire that again flared in his eyes. His posture went rigid and I didn't knew what I did to cause him to flinch. Maybe I shouldn't ask him. He'd shred me in pieces. When I didn't speak for a long time he grunted in annoyance.  "What is it?" I looked at his cold eyes and weighed my life against my question. I don't know how he would react to me wanting to touch his wings.  "I-I wan-wanted to ask when will it stop raining?" I rushed the last part while stuttered the first. He clenched his jaw as he leaned back on his wing and stared at me coldly.  "Try that again. And this time without any lies." I winced as his warning tone. Maybe it was a bad idea to call him out. I sighed as I bit my lips in apprehension.  "Can I touch your wings?" I asked lowly. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me for a minute. I sighed as my stomach grumbled in hunger and anxiety.  "Okay." I looked at him perplexed.  "Okay?" He nodded as he closed his eyes again.  I reached my shaking fingers towards his shielded wings. I ran my fingers across his velvety black feathers. They tickled against my palm and a giggled escaped from me. Neron sighed, a sigh that we let out in content. He gulped as I caressed his wings. The beauty of his wings held me awestruck. How can something so dark be so beautiful? Or maybe darkness was a persona of beauty. I was blinded with the feathery beauty when I reached and plucked on his wings causing him to retract it back. Neron looked at me astonished, while I laughed as the wings disappeared. Maybe wings after all were a sensitive part of his body. The roaring in the sky caused me flinch and my smile suddenly disappeared. The rain poured on me as Neron pulled me closer to him by my elbow and his wings surrounded us again. I shivered as I felt coldness washing over me.  "Never pluck on my wings again." I looked at him and laughed at his angry face. He furrowed his eyebrows as I wrapped my arms around myself but continued laughing. The look on his face was priceless when I plucked on his wings. It was hilarious. He sighed as his wings started hitting me and I looked at him with raised eyebrows.  I felt warmness seeping inside me whenever his wings hit me making me loosen my grip on my arms. He was warming me by his wings and I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. I looked at him and shuddered under his intense gaze. Why did he had to be so intimidating?  "Thank you." I whispered as I leaned back on his wings and sighed as half of his wings curled around me, cooping me in a warm embrace. I giggled as I felt like a moth cooped in a cocoon. Neron rose his brow at my sudden madness and I beamed at him, still cozy under his wings.  "I like your wings. They are cuddling with me." He rolled his eyes but said nothing. I sighed, it was late and my phone had died. How would I tell Jenna that I was safe and sound? "I should be at my dorm." He nodded as he leaned against his wings, opposite to me.  "I can't take you there until the weather clears. Your supervisor and some students are standing their like a hawk." I nodded my head as I snuggled closer to his wings. His eyes gazed down on my damp band-aid before he scooted a little closer to me but still a few steps away. His arms were folded against his chest. I stroked my gauged palm while he stared at it unnerved.  "How did you get hurt?" His stiff voice sent shivers down my spine and embarrassment crawled my skin. How do I tell him I punched the mirror? I shook my head as I looked at him with my poker face.  "I'm clumsy." I said dismissively. His eyes narrowed at my pathetically covered lie but didn't point it out.  I let out a yawn. It was getting difficult for me to stay awake any longer. Neron rolled his eyes as he leaned back on the side of his wing. With a swift motion I felt myself being raised up as his wings cooped around me protectively and softly. I was no longer standing but scooped in his wings; almost few inches above the ground as his wings swayed around, making me sigh in content. Maybe this is how a baby feels when a mothers hold them in her arms.  "Sleep. I'll drop you to your dorm once it stops raining." Almost immediately I felt myself giving in his soft command.
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