The fucking blonde jackass...He's asking for a death wish.
I notice Kurt laying on the ground in pain...I saw him glance at
me for a second or so...and then his eyes drifted close. Dammit he saw me.....
I let out a sigh....and crouch down near his fallen body.
Why am I doing this?
My fingers brush gently across his face.
Soft....
Why did I have to follow him?
I shake my head softly at the scene...Just wait when Edge crosses
my path again. He's gonna get an ass kickin'... I was about to stand when I
realized I can't leave him like this. I place my right arm underneath his legs
and my left arm around his back, lifting him toward me. Craddling him as if he
was a mere child against my chest.
Why do I always have to watch him from a far?
Before I started to walk, I decided to look down on him. Kurt looked like a sleeping angel...
God he's so beautiful....
I couldn't stop the thoughts of him from entering my mind
anymore. I shake my head and walk toward
the parking lot.
Why do I want to protect him from harm?
I reached my car and gently laid Kurt's feet down, and took out my
car keys from my trench coat pockets. I opened the backseat door and laid Kurt
there. Once that was done, I closed the door and opened the driver seat door
and turned the car engine on and set it to drive and was off heading toward the
hotel.
~*~
After ariving at the hotel, I didn't have Kurt's key to his room
to place him there. So I decided to take him to my room. After entering my
room, anad kicking the door close behind me, I walked toward my bed and placed
Kurt gently on it.
I know I'm gonna kick myself for doing this.
He doesn't belong here....
He doesn't belong to be with me...
Dammit Angle...Why do you have to make this so hard on me? I never asked for this....
I never wanted to fall for you....
Damn you! Damn your sexy body! Damn you cute pouts! Damn your way of being!
DAMMIT!
I can't stop staring down at his face....
He trully looks like an angel when his features are all relax and
calm.
I rub my chin and shake my head. This is not right. I shouldn't
have brought him here.....Of all places...of all places....
My hotel room!
I sit in a chair near by the bed.
I don't bother taking off my trench coat. I just sit there and start to
watch Kurt. Debating on whether I
should do something...or leave him here?
Help?
Leave?
Kurt started to groan slowly.....
Stop it!
He sounded like he was in anguish.....
I think I'm the one that needs help here.
I sigh and stand, taking off my trench coat throwing it against
the chair, I walk toward the bathroom.
I take a small washcolth and a small bowl and fill it with warm
water.
I'm gonna hate myself for this later...I just know it...
I walk back into the room where Kurt was, and walk toward the
bed...near him. I place the water
filled bowl on the table next to the bed and damp the washcolth a bit. Then I
gently start to pass it over Kurts face. Seeing his features relax slowly...
And then I notice his eyes flutter open slowly.
"T...Taker?" His voice sounded like a whisper, but I
heard him. I placed the washcolth in the bowl, and stared back at him.
I didn't know what to do...how to react and all I could do was.....
"What?" I said in a light growl.
I saw Kurt lift his right hand to his face, rubbing his head
softly. He glanced around the room slowly. "Wh..where am I?"
"My room." I answered back.
His eyes falls on me and he stares at me. I feel weird under his
stare. I start to fidget.
"What?" I growl this time a bit louder.
He jumps startled at my reaction.
"I'm...I'm sorry...." He looks down, staring at the bed now. I
sigh and mentally punch myself for yelling at him.
Why?
It's not different from usual....
I usually yell at him....
Hit him....
Hate him...
What could be so different now?
Love.
Fucking love.
Fucking love this ass clown.
I swallow and shake my
head softly, "No... no..don't be sorry..." Kurt gives me a weird look
of confusion and surprise. But I continue, "I should be the one sorry here
and not you."