Chapter 3: Waking Up

[Bree's POV]

Shifting slightly I noticed that my surroundings had changed. Last time I was concious I was in Tommy's arms, but now, it seemed that I was in some sort of bed. Thin thread bare sheets covered my body. Openning my eyes a little I noticed the dark blood stains on them. They had come from me. I knew that. Near my head, on a different pillow, lay the head of a friend I met yesterday. Tommy shifted slightly, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

It wasn't lke I didn't want to see him, but I wanted to know what his reaction would be, it was obvious he had stayed up most of the night watching over me, but now that morning had come, I could really appreacte my wounds, the pain that is. I could feel his hand graze my cheek and I let my eyes flutter open, like butterflies taking off from a leaf. He mummbled something resembling a 'sorry I woke you' before he yawned and streched out.

I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. Thank god it was saturday. "Did you stay up all night?" My voice cracked in weird places. The pain in my body was so intense that it made it hard to breath. Tommy nodded to my question, and leaned back in his chair. This was the first time I had seen his room, it was neat, but it needed a good dusting. Taking in a deep breath I looked up at the ceiling. Running my hands through my short brown hair I looked at his blood stained shirt. "Who's blood is that?" He looked down at his feet.

"Most of it came from those boys that beat you, some of it is yours." He squirmed in his chair, realization finally dawned on me. He had stabbed those boys.

"Tommy, you didn't, ya know, did you?" He just nodded and started twittling his thumbs in a nervous manner. "Did you do it out of spite, or to protect me?" I wondered out loud. It didn't seem like Tommy to be violent, but then again, I only met him yesterday. He looked up at me shyly.

"I-I did it to protect you. They were going to kill you." He promptly stopped talking and looked down at the floor.

I removed myself from the bed and gave him a hug after closing the distance between us. "Thanks. You saved my life." I whinced in pain as I moved about. Slowly streching out my sore muscles and carefully taking inventory of my wounds I spoke again, "Will you walk me to my house?"

He just nodded and got up. I had begun to realize I couldn't be the tough bitch I was. Here I had to be a gentle and calm, polite, young lady. Yeah, right. After I had finished streching I started to walk from the room when I realized, I had no idea were I was. "Would you lead the way?" I asked as polily as possible. He nodded and openned the door. I ran my fingers through my hair nervously, what would his family think of me?