Take My Hand And Never Let Go Chapter Four D is for doubt

Summary: If you could write your love story, what would it say? Would it include the good with the bad? The sadness with the joy? The laughter with the pain? You x OC. A series of drabbles.

 

 

 Take My Hand And Never Let Go

By

K.N. Proctor

 

Chapter Four:

D is for doubt

 

 

There has always been a faint flicker of doubt in your mind, just a slight hint of worry that he was not who he claimed to be, that the boy you grew up with, grew to love, had changed. You always felt that he kept too many secrets and that he has never quite told you the truth… Perhaps that is what hurt you more than anything, was that maybe he doubted you. “William, I…”

“Hm?” His bright eyes bore into yours and you nearly lost your train of thought. How could you have such a man as this? His pressed a finger under your chin and righted it. “[Name], darling, you are drooling…”

“Oh!” Your face warmed as you hastily rubbed the saliva away. “Sorry… Uh, well.” Great, where were you going with this? You glanced back into his bottomless orbs; honestly, you just couldn’t seem to remember…

The faint twitch at his lips and the widening of his eyes, all pointed to his superiority complex. For whatever reason, he figured himself more important than you were, or so you believed. “Hm.”

“’Hm’?!” You huffed and smacked his arm for the heck of it. Why, you sincerely wondered, you cared about such an arrogant man… It was mindboggling. “You are so mean!” And you stomped away.

“Wait, [Name].” He caught you around the waist, holding you securely as you fell back into his chest. To make matters worse, his breath tickled your neck, sending a faint tremor down your spine. “I apologize, I meant no harm.”

You swallowed thickly, why couldn’t he be unattractive?! “Right.” Somehow, you doubted that. You strained against his arms, but you had little luck. Plus, you were for certain you wanted to leave his arms… “Please let me go…”

“No,” He pulled you tighter to him. “Not until you tell me what is wrong.”

“Nothing.” You whispered weakly. “I promise… It is silly… I just… Why can’t you be more honest? Why can’t you be more honest with me?” He owed you that much. It wasn’t as if it was a lot to ask either.

His arms dropped and he seemed so far away. “I never meant to harm you, [Name], but, as you should know, that is how I have always been… That is how I protect myself.”

You watched him, playing close attention to the signs that he might bolt. “I don’t expect you to tell me everything, but I am your best friend,” And so much more, you silently added. “I want you to be able to trust me… Even if it isn’t a lot.”

“I do trust you…” He hesitated briefly, but you smiled encouragingly. “I just do not trust myself, [Name]. I would hate to ruin the image you have of me…”

“That isn’t going to happen.” Now, you had him trapped, with your arms securely around his waist. “I promise. Honest.”

“There is one thing I can be honest about…” His unsettlingly bright eyes bore into your own comparably plain ones. “I do consider you my closest and dearest friend… I trust you with my life.”

“Baby steps, huh?” You giggled and grabbed his hand. Trust is something slowly built, earned piece by piece, and that is not something you are willing to destroy because of some silly worries and fears. You watched him, enjoying his emotions as if they were your own. Maybe your doubts were still there, but with his honesty, perhaps they would one day disappear….