I Trust You

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CHRISTOPHER


        I spent hours holding Isabella in my arms. I couldn't find the will to let go. She had finally given in and let me be her shoulder to cry on. I wouldn't let my fears keep me from her any more.

        I know I'll have to leave her soon, to fetch an adult to sign her out. But, I can't get myself to leave the hospital. I know the sooner I do, the sooner I can hold her again; the sooner I can have her to myself, no doctors or nurses included. Still, I haven't been able to let her go for more than two seconds.

        Now, my arms are locked around her, and her head is lying on my chest. Our breathing has become synchronized and she has nearly fallen asleep in my arms. I'm just glad she's trusting me.

        "Christopher..?" Her velvet voice is soft, hushed. It feels as if I'm dreaming, and I hesitate to answer, wondering if she's really awake. "Yes, baby?" I feel her body tense. She moves a little in my arms, but does not try to free herself. She moves her hand to my chest, by her cheek and begins to play with the button on my pocket.

        I wait for her to speak, but it doesn't seem like she is going to. I place my lips to her hair, kissing her softly. She sighs, softly, trying to hide the noise. "What is it?" I ask, running my hand up her arm, soothingly.

        "Why are you doing this?" The question was hardly understandable, muffled into my chest.
She turns her head in, even more, hiding her eyes. I place my hand on her cheek, brushing her chocolate brown hair back. "Doing what?" I ask, wanting nothing but to hear her speak again.

        She sighs, this time making no effort in hiding it. "I'll only cause you pain." She tries another approach, her voice weak. I feel her body trembling and wait for the tears to come. She represses them, for now. "You're wrong." I say, and she tilts her head up to look at me. "I want to be in your life. I want to be here, in good times and bad. I've wanted this for longer than you could possibly know." I confess, running my hand through her hair.

        "But, why me?" She asks, her green, amethyst eyes sparkle. "Why not you?" I counter, keeping the connection between our eyes. I can read the thousands of thoughts crossing her mind. I'm sure she has list's of reasons why not, in her mind. She doesn't use them to fight back.

        "I want to get out of here." She says, suddenly. She begins to struggle against my arms, and I let her go. She sits up, as do I. "Who should I go to?" I ask, wondering which adult on campus would sign her out. She contemplates this for a moment, thinking harder than she should.

        "Lisa Vile." She says, looking into my eyes. "She's my councilor. Her office is in my dorm building." I nod, not wanting to move from the hospital bed. I watch Isabella for a moment, wondering what could possibly be going through her mind. "Do you trust me?" I ask her, wanting confirmation.

        Her eyes flow away from mine, to the window and the melting snow outside. "I want to." She mumbles, sliding off the bed, walking towards the window. I follow her, slowly, not wanting to frighten her in anyway. I watch her reflection in the glass, sliding my arms around her waist. Her body tenses up again, but relaxes. She's fighting the urge to push me away. I can tell she is trying to trust me, which is enough; it's all I can ask for. I place my head on her shoulder, placing my lips next to her ear.

        "I'll be right back." I say, feeling the goose bumps rise on her arms. She turns her head, slightly towards me. "Promise?" She asks, sounding hopeful, as a child would. I kiss her cheek, though the desire to kiss her lips, and hold her there with me forever is nearly overpowering. I don't want to risk her pushing me away, locking herself back up again. I know I couldn't handle it, if she did.

        "You won't even have time to miss me." I promise her and the hint of a smile flickers across her eyes. It doesn't meet her expression, but it gives my heart reason enough to race. I slowly let her go, and she drifts from my grip. She turns, more to face me as I back towards the door. I don't want to take my eyes off of her, scared she could disappear in an instant.

        As I reach the door, I cling to the handle. She watches me too, the hope in her eyes beginning to reach her expression. I back a foot out the door, knowing I have to leave, just for a little while. As I do, she opens her mouth and prepares herself to speak. What she says nearly knocks me off my feet; "I trust you."

Author's Note

I hope you guys like it. they'll be more today, I promise. I need to update my other books, but I might skip that and keep writing this. We'll see.