My Guardian Angel(50)

“Jason,” I whispered softly.

“You kept telling me it was going to be okay. I felt safe with you. That’s when I promised you that I would help you and protect you when you needed me. But you only gave me a blank stare,” he said ruefully. “It wasn’t my intention to seek you out and start all this, but I couldn’t help but want you. God, Kassia. I fell so fuckin’ hard for you. I'm sorry for not telling you. I tried to so many times, but I just couldn’t.” Jason still hadn’t looked at me.

“I don’t know what to say right now,” I sobbed. “Jason, I'm…” The hard lump in my throat stopped me from speaking any further.

“If I lose you now, I feel like I would lose everything that meant anything to me in this world,” he said, still crying.

“Jason, I can’t just…” God, why can’t I say anything right now?

“I understand. I do. But Kass, don’t throw me away, okay? Don’t push me out of your life,” he pleaded.

I began to cry uncontrollably; there was a heaviness in my heart, that pulled me down to my knees. What do I do now? Jason ran to me and held me.

“I'm so sorry, Kassia. I'm so fuckin’ sorry,” he cried.

I held onto Jason, desperately trying to deal with all that had happened. A sense of utter loss came over me.

“I remember,” I said, my voice breaking.

“You were in the little cupboard under the stairs. I heard a noise and opened the door; you were peering out at me with your big grey eyes. I felt this need to keep you safe and to run, so I took you all the while telling you it was going to be okay.” I continued to cry. “Fuck! I remember him; he looked sickly. I shoved you back in and ran in the opposite direction, not wanting him to find you. He was trying to hurt me, but you ran out and hit him,” I whispered as Jason began to rock me.

“I know. I'm so sorry my brother did that to you,” Jason breathed.

“He did that to all of us,” I choked out.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Darios roared. He had come back from work. He ran to Jason, lifted him up and hit him.

“Darios, NO!” I cried.

Jason stood up from the ground and tackled him. They started to fight and I didn’t know what to do to stop them.

“ENOUGH!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. They both froze, each one glaring at the other. “Can’t you understand this is so fucked up for all of us?” I seethed. “Darios, I need you to understand. I don’t know what is right and wrong right now!” I shouted. “Jason, I don’t know what I'm feeling either. I'm fuckin’ confused. So please, can you both just make it easier on me and leave me the fuck alone?”

They stood up and straightened their clothes. “Can you both just leave me alone? I need to process all this and I can’t with both of you thinking for me.” I began crying again.

“I'm not fuckin’ leaving here. You need me and I'm not going to let this fuckin’ stalker hurt you. I let my guard down once, Kass, once! I'm never doing that again!” Darios threatened.

“Why? Do you think I would hurt her? I would never let anything happen to her,” Jason yelled.

“Enough!” I cried out “I'm going to sleep.” I walked up my staircase and left them both downstairs.





The Club



It was Saturday night and I readied myself to go out. Darios was angry about it, but after I yelled at him, he pretty much left me alone. Jason, on the other hand, had distanced himself from me completely. I had a few days to think things through and I was still left completely broken. My mind wasn’t on what had happened to me so much as it was on Jason and how much he had lost. Both his parents were killed by his brother who, in the end, he ended up killing. In one night, he lost everything including his innocence. I now knew why I wanted to protect him when I first saw him all those years ago. He had protected me by hurting his brother and what he got in return was a life left all alone. He had to deal with it all and had no one to call his own.

I called Tara to meet me before we went to the club. I needed her now and I knew Genna was too busy. Don’t get me wrong, Genna would drop everything if I needed her, but I didn’t want to interfere in her work.

“So girl, what’s up?” Tara asked, as she picked up her glass of wine at the bar I had asked her to meet me at. “That bad?” She put it down and looked at me.

“Yeah,” I murmured under my breath.

“Well, you know the rules. Spill it.” She waited. I let out a breath and began to play with my wine glass.

“I remembered,” I finally admitted.