Chapter 2 2

I stop completely, having this big ball of a burning sensation burrowing through me. It's intense, and it overwhelms me entirely. His touch is electric, shocking me where his four fingers and one thumb wrap around my entire arm to keep me in place.

I lift my head to him, looking up at his entire face. So many things roam my mind at once. Why is he touching me? He treats my touch as if it's acid and quite frankly I return the favor whenever I can.

His face is more relaxed than before but still, the remark of a scowl can be seen. "Tell me what have you so worked up that I had to end a very important call early to see what the hell was happening out here" he tells me sternly, making me want to obey his concern but still, I want to turn away and make him wait.

He looks down at his hand and pulls it away before sticking it into the right side of his pocket, his left hand holding a fresh bottle of purified water. I swallow, turning to look up at him.

"Why do you care?" I ask him, squinting my eyes, my mind wincing at the thought of him yelling at me, making his voice boom across the entire home.

He sneers. "I don't, but I'm sure you'd sleep better if you talked about your feelings, so here I am. Clearly, no one else cared enough if you're sitting here alone in the damn dark crying about whatever piece of shit has entered or left your life".

My heart clenches as he pulls the dagger Daniel lodged into my heart, out of it. My blood starts to sputter out and I don't know how much longer I have. Maybe half of a minute. I would hope.

"If my father knew what I was going through he would have come out here to comfort me instead of leaving someone like you to treat me like trash because of a decision you made. I didn't ask your arrogant, jerk self to come out here. You acted like you were getting water when you really wanted to be nosey and you probably wouldn't have left your room if whatever girl you were talking to hadn't hung up the phone on you" I say, releasing a long-awaited breath and folding my arms.

His eyebrows push together as he briefly looks away, clicking his jaw. "No one has ever ended a call with me that I wasn't ready to end, and yes, I came because I thought someone was dying. A possum or something" he assures me.

"Well, no one's dying so you can go back into your hell hole!" I scream.

His face shows no reaction besides the one that's engraved onto his facial features. "I'd have to be here longer for it to be considered a hell hole, but okay, Mary Poppins" he rolls his eyes.

I scoff, shifting my weight on my left foot as I throw my right out. "People own a security company and think it makes them know".

"I never said I am all-knowing, I am not a God, but I do know that if I hear you sobbing like that again I'm going to put a pillow over your face. You could cry a bit lower if you didn't want people in your business" he shakes his head.

My eyes widen in fury. "If you never came on this trip then we wouldn't be here. You never come and now you're all about family. You're arrogant-".

"How did we even get there?" He interrupts me.

"And you don't care about anyone but yourself. I'm not telling you anything you dehumanizing bastard" I yell.

He shrugs. "Fine, then don't... wait a second" he tilts his head, making my eyes lower. "I sure hope you aren't crying over that piece of shit you're dating. He's like five foot three inches and has small feet so you know that means-".

"It's none of your business-".

"So it is, Caesar was his name?".

"Daniel" I grit.

He rolls his eyes, inhaling as he turns away for a brief second. "So this asshole has you sobbing, nearly waking the entire neighbourhood and he has small feet? Jesus, Cele, you've got to raise your standards" he shakes his head

I frown, looking away from him. "He broke up with me because he said he has needs that I won't fulfill" I mutter, remembering his cold words.

"Needs that you won't fulfill?... I forgot you guys are twenty-something years old and he probably isn't mature enough to wait and please himself but Cele if he isn't willing to wait for you he was doing you a favor. You don't have to have sex with anyone to keep them" he tells me, making me look up at him.

"What do you care? You sleep with different girls all the time, you've done worse" I bite.

He looks down at his hand. "Is that what you think? That I sleep with different girls all the time?" He asks me.

I shrug. "I see the ways girls fawn over you, which they clearly don't know that you sleep with a night light-"

"If you tell anyone that I'll strangle you so hard that my handprint will be engraved in your skin" he steps closer to me, making me knit my eyebrows together.

I mock him. "Oh, tough guy" I roll my eyes "back off, no one will reveal your stupid little secret, but I may tell them that you were listening to Katy Perry while you were showering"

He sneers again. "It was on random selection".

"Was it that way the other day too?" I question.

He sighs, looking away. "Look, mind your business".

I scoff, letting out a small laugh. "You're one to talk. We would not be standing here if you would have just minded your own business" I point out the obvious.

He doesn't agree. "No, we wouldn't be here if you would have just concealed your horrible sounds. It's so wrenching that my ears started draining".

"Maybe it's just all the nasty earwax".

He rolls his eyes again. What is this? Is he me?

"I don't want to argue with you, who knows if you'll start crying again" he pulls his purified water bottle up and twists the cap.

"Yeah, I cried even more when I saw your face"

"Tears of joy".

"More like the opposite. Now, if you'll get out of my way I need to shower before bed" I step past him and this time he allows me as he pulls the water bottle up for a quick sip.

"Cele" he calls me.

"What?" I turn to look at him.

He squints his eyes. "Make sure you wash your face. You look like you were bleeding out pure blackness" he says.

I sneer. "Maybe you should cry and I guarantee it'll be the same".