28 As if I will listen

Xavier~

"Bring your ass here in five minutes." I set the phone aside and continued taking my bath. The hot water burned my wounds but it was relaxing my taught muscles at the same time.

It's been a month of war with the gang whose member I killed. Turned out that he was the brother of the leader so he was out for revenge and I had to end that shit once and for all.

It's also been a month since I last saw her face. After those cowards attacked me, I did my best to get her and her friends out of there as soon as possible. I can't bear the idea of her getting hurt. She looks so fragile to touch let alone hurt.

I was not ready to talk to Alex Hayden but when Raven told me that it was all about Charlotte I couldn't help but agree. I never thought that he could know about Charlotte and us.

All these years I have been thinking that he was just like his father when merely he was in pain. I had been through the pain of losing too thus I know what it feels like to live on with it. I decided to make everything up for her sake. All I wanted was to protect her but I couldn't. 

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in my arm. I guess I have disrupted it again. Cursing, I wiped the blood away with some tissues. It stopped bleeding and I changed into my shorts coming out of the washroom.

I turned on the lights when someone screamed. A few curse words escaped my lips before my eyes landed on a girly figure. No one is allowed to enter my room except Raven and Dylan then who was she?

I was about to shout at her when she turned around and my heart skipped a beat. She looked beautiful in all those flowers and pink on her body. Colours never attracted me before until I saw them on her.

I noticed her entire focus was on my body and it didn't take me longer to realize why. She looked up with the look on her face that I hate the most.

Pity!

Telling her to go away I turned around to find the first aid box. I will take care of this idiot Raven later. I asked him to fucking come here himself, not send her. The bullet wound on my arm is still not completely healed and I am advised not to move it much.

As if I will listen. 

But today I didn't want to be bleeding in front of the world. After all today I was finally getting what I wanted for all these years. That's why I called him to help dress up those wounds properly. 

"Let me see," I thought she went away when she spoke behind me.

I get it! 

She was doing the same thing I did with her at the park.

I was about to be more rude with her to make her go away but as soon as I turned towards her, my voice was lost somewhere.

A pair of piercing green eyes were looking back at me. Those same eyes I have spent my life searching for.

But her eyes were brown before..

How is this possible? 

No, this must be some kind of joke my eyes were playing on me!

I blinked trying to look clearly but nothing changed.

"What's up with your eyes today?" I couldn't help but ask her.

She looked confused by my question.

"Actually, I wear brown contacts mostly but mom just bou...Umm...this is my real eye colour." she gave me a few tangled answers and looked away.

I wanted to ask her more but she looked uncomfortable so I stopped myself.

Trying to divert my attention, I let my eyes linger down her body which I regretted instantly. I felt like I was losing my senses when she tried to touch my arm which I pulled away. I don't know if I would be able to control myself if she came any closer.

What the fuck was wrong with my celf control suddenly? 

Without getting affected by my actions, she scolded and pushed me towards the bed as if she cared about me. I noticed she was trying to touch me gently. Her little hands felt like feathers against my skin.

I am not used to gentle touches or being taken care of.

I sat on the bed obliging her while she sat beside me, her dress spreading on my legs and my bed. Her being in my room, sitting on my bed gave me a strange kind satisfaction. I noticed she was the only colour full sight in my room.

In my life too...

But was she anywhere in my life? 

She cleaned my wounds and I didn't feel a thing but she flinched every time she touched a cut. I sat there examining her moves and how her face changed into cute expressions now and then.

Finally, she looked up at me and I lost myself watching those eyes again. Out of nowhere, she placed her hand on my face brushing my lip and I felt an uncanny comfort surrounding my heart.

Stop before I can't stop myself.

I held her other hand, placing it on my heart. I wanted her to feel what she was doing to me. But she jumped away, saying something which I was not interested in. I missed her warmth already but before I could have said anything she ran away.

Don't run away from me...I need you...

The words left my lips but she was too far away to hear them!