ENEMY
I was at home, chilling, watching Netflix and eating snacks, almost drifting off. Then pounding at my door. • “Jeez, I’m coming!” I yelled, jumping out of bed. Cayden—my “enemy”—stood there in the rain, bleeding from his stomach. • “Help,” he said weakly. • “Sh*t, Cayden! What did you do?” I asked, dragging him inside. • “Are you blind? I got hurt.” I dropped him on the floor. • “Go to a hospital.” • “I can’t—they’ll ask too much. You’re the only one I trust. Stitch me up!” I sighed, grabbed my stuff, and returned. He was barely conscious. I straddled him for better access. He winced as I poured alcohol on the wound. • “I’m sorry.” • “Not your fault.” After stitching him, I offered for him to stay the night. • “I don’t want to put you in danger.” • “Cayden, just stay—you’re too hurt to move.” • “I’ll manage.” • “You won’t. Please, just for tonight.” Reluctantly, he agreed, planning the couch. But by morning, he was in my bed, head on my chest, arm around my waist. • “I hate you, Y/N,”
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I was at home, chilling, watching Netflix and eating snacks, almost drifting off. Then pounding at my door. • “Jeez, I’m coming!” I yelled, jumping out of bed. Cayden—my “enemy”—stood there in the rain, bleeding from his stomach. • “Help,” he said weakly. • “Sh*t, Cayden! What did you do?” I asked, dragging him inside. • “Are you blind? I got hu...Read more