I'll keep you a secret, until tomorrow

I couldn’t sleep. The thought of someone hurting Embree kept me awake. I don’t know how someone could break an already fragile girl. It killed me, her dad is more than dead. I kissed the back of her head, getting out of bed. I opened the door walking downstairs to the kitchen.

I sat on the stool, after fixing me a glass of tea. I lit a cigarette, resting my head in my hands. The thoughts just couldn’t subside. I took a drag of my Marlboro, looking at the clock. It was only 3:24 A.M.

I felt arms go around my waist, and a head lay on my back. I put my hands over hers, rubbing them. I heard her sigh.

“Are you ok?” She whispered. I turned my head, nodding, trying to hide the truth.

“No, your not, Mr. Baker.” She whispered. I smiled, giving a laugh. I felt her lips brush against my cheek.

“I’ll never hurt you, Embree.” I told her in full honesty. I felt her head nod.

“I hope you don’t.” She stated, I shook my head, turning around to her.

“I promise, I will never hurt you. You don’t deserve that, you deserve the best, and I’m going to give you the best.” I replied, kissing her bruised hands. I looked up at her, as she smiled.

“Thank you, Zack.” She whispered, letting a tear fall from her face. I brought my hand to her cheek, and wiped it away.

“Lets go to bed.” I smiled, kissing her. She nodded, leaving to go back upstairs. I watched as the broken girl turned away. I was going to do anything I could to make her better.

I stood up, placing my cup into the sink; then following suit. I opened the door to my room, seeing her already in bed. I knew she was still awake. I slipped in the covers behind her, and rested my arm around her, entwining our fingers.

She scooted closer to me, as I kissed her head. She turned, facing me. I saw the tears flowing freely out of her eyes. I pulled her to me, kissing her head. I started humming lowly to her, until the cries subsided. I closed my eyes, hoping that I could give her everything she needed.

The sound of my alarm clock woke me up, before noticing the bed was empty. I opened my eyes, and seeing Embree walking out the bathroom in just a towel. She smiled at me, leaning down, and hugging me. I smiled, getting up, and kissing her. I got up, and decided to cook breakfast.

I took out the bacon, eggs, and toast. I scrambled the eggs, then fried the bacon. I heard Embree come into the kitchen. I turned to her, smiling as she sat down.

“Sleep good?” I heard her question. I nodded, looking back at her.

“I did, did you?” I replied, hoping she did.

“Hell yeah. I’m in love with your bed. Its like fucking royalty compared to mine.” She giggled. A laugh slipped through my lips. I smiled, pulling her to me, kissing her forehead.

“Oh, you cooked. My, my Mr. Baker, you didn’t burn your house down.” She laughed, I pouted, then shaking my head.

“Im an amazing cook, thank you very much. It’s the Italian coming out.” I smirked, her eyes glowed in amazement.

“Italian? Me, too. I’m part Italian, Japanese, African American, and Indian.” She spoke. Wow, she was all those things, and was still amazing.

“Holy shit! I would’ve never thought.” I said, watching her smile.

“Yep, my grandfather bombed Pearl Harbor.” She said, with a serious face. My eyes widened.

“What?” I questioned, not knowing if she was playing or not. She nodded.

“Yeah, my Grandfatha-tha bombed Puurl Harbaa!” She giggled.

I laughed, knowing she was serious. She ran out the kitchen, then within seconds she was back into the kitchen, holding a picture. She held it out, showing me her grandfather. He was, in fact, a Japanese Pilot. I looked at her, smiling. She was amazing, and she was going to be mine, no matter what.

Notes

Sorry for the wait, guys. I've been slacking on my work. There's more than just this one that is getting updated today. I hope you enjoy.