A whirlwind romance neither one was prepared for š
As the music changes to a slower beat, the guy moves closer to me. Before I can even move back from him, Phil has moved in between us and I feel Valentineās hand in mine. Iām pulled away from the group so fast that my head spins, and it takes a moment to focus.
Valentineās face is ashen. I havenāt seen this look before. āCome on, weāre leaving,ā he shouts over the music, pulling me behind him without looking back at me.
āWhat? Why?ā I shout at him. He doesnāt answer me.
āSam, Iāll call you tomorrow and you can bring me to get the bike?ā
āYeah, man āfor sure! Be good, sis,ā he shouts out over the music with a grin.
I can feel my temper rising. The cold early-morning air makes my head spin, as we step out onto the street.
Valentine leads me to a taxi, opens the door and guides me in. āWatch your head,ā he says as he slides in next to me and leans over to put on my seat belt.
āI can manage my own seatbelt,ā I say, starting to feel really annoyed. Heās dragged me from my friends āand my brother āfor what?
āI want to make sure itās on properly,ā he says flatly. Heās really annoyed too, but why? He doesnāt sound like Valentine.
āWhere are you going?ā says the taxi driver, looking at Valentine through his rear vision mirror.
ā22 Copper Ave, Lathlain,ā he answers, not taking his eyes from me, doing up my seat belt.
āWhatās wrong with you?ā I say, trying my best to sound compliant. I really donāt like to see him upset. And I hate conflict.
āThat guy was hitting on you,ā he says calmly, as the taxi pulls out onto the road.
The driver flicks on the heater and turns the radio up a little āprobably so he doesnāt appear to be listening to our argument.
āSo we leave, because a drunk guy was dancing nearby?ā I keep my own voice low. Itās an honest question.
āHe was dancing very close to you and his eyes were all over you,ā Valentine explains, as though he is explaining why we use an umbrella when it rains.
āPhil came close to me so the guy would back off. I didnāt need you to pull me away like Iād done something wrong.ā
āYou did nothing wrong, Abbie,ā he says.
Now I know Iām in trouble āAbbie āwhat happened to Princess? He takes a long breath and takes hold of my hand. āIām sorry āI just donāt like it,ā he adds, as though this clarifies everything. āIt was all under control.ā
āNo it wasnāt āwhat if heād hurt you?ā āHe wasnāt even very close āand Phil was there!ā āWhere I come from, we settle things differently,ā he snaps.
āWhatās that supposed to mean?ā
He sighs and speaks lower. āIn my neighbourhood, if a man mistreated a girl, heād be dealt with before the police even had a chance to arrest him. Iāve been boxing since I was ten and Iāve been fighting for survival since I could walk. Iām sorry, but instinct sometimes gets the better of me and I try to avoid situations where I may be forced to kill a manāā
āYouād kill a man, because he dances near me?ā āIād kill a bull for you,ā he says flatly.
I canāt believe heās being so serious. āHe was just dancing near me! You canāt go around beating people up for dancing too close to your girlfriend!ā Iām so angry that my voice is getting louder.
āIām sorry, Princess,ā he whispers and squeezes my hand. āI will not share you, even with another manās eyes or thoughts.ā
Whoa! Now hereās a revelation. Does he want to hide me in a tower somewhere? This doesnāt sound like my Valentine at all. āYou canāt wrap me up in cotton wool,ā I shout at him, a little too loudly. He flicks his eyes to the front of the car briefly to see if the taxi driver heard but then looks back down at my fingers entwined through his. āAnd I left my rose behind,ā I add, realising I left my rose on the bar with my drink.
‘I can get you another roseāā
āI donāt want another damn rose, I want you to not behave like a teenager,ā I snap.
āI want to be the beginning and end of your world āwith no exceptions. And I donāt want other men looking at youāā
āI canāt stop people from looking at meā¦ even though they arenāt anyway āyouāre not flattering me with this behaviour,ā I say.
Thereās silence for a few minutes; except for the song playing on the radio. Radioheadās Creep. I love this song. Valentine is my creep, and I love him.
āI know I canāt stop them from looking āI was being silly. I just donāt know how Iām going to cope with you being so damn beautiful and me feeling this way. This is all very new to me āforgive me, Princess?ā he smiles.
I manage to smile at him, but Iām still mad.
āGood, now letās go home and make up,ā he grins at me wolfishly. How can I stay mad?
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