Becoming Supergirl : Book 2 (The Superhero Series)

Chapter 27

"Mom" I cried.

"Baby! What's wrong? What happened?" Her voice came as urgent as mine , I told her what had exactly happened which followed a second or two of silence after which I could hear loud laughs probably from both my grandma and my mother.

"Mom!" I huffed, which parent laughs on their daughter when she gets scared after reading a meme on Facebook about dying in the living room while she was sitting in the living room.

Well it sounds funny but it was NOT! I was scared as shit.

"Alright sweetheart. Now listen to me loud and clear. You're gonna go inside, change your clothes and watch some tv. There's absolutely no ghost or no serial killer hiding at our place, stop working your writers imagination on things."

As if that was going to help me. I sighed and muttered an okay before banging my head against the shutter of our garage, under which I had currently taken shelter. The thunder growled loudly once again making me jump out of skin. I had no idea why I was feeling this scared, of course I had watched some horror movies all throughout yesterday but who knew that it could trigger something like this.

I had stayed home alone many times before when mom went out for work but not in this kind of weather, since mom usually stopped travelling because of this weather. Now my home appeared like, it was a perfect setting of a horror movie, and I simply couldn't spend the night outside the garage.

I didn't have the guts to call Mrs. Alkaev or Mrs. Volkov, they'd probably laugh at me too like mom did, same with my friends. Oh they would have the time of their lives thinking about how Trinity got scared of a meme, no one would try to know the back story.

But there was one person in this entire world who would probably understand, nevertheless he was going to laugh at me but I'm sure he'd at least understand. I called Erik and told him I was coming to his place for the night, he didn't speak for a minute after that... but asked if he should come to pick me up once he recovered. I declined.

I had to go back in the house to get the keys and lock it up for the night, so I quickly picked up the old and discarded crowbar mom had thrown away later this week by the side of the garage and walked inside. Too scared to change out of my drenched clothes, I picked up a pair of my pjs and stuffed them in the bag which had my college books. Not even bother taking the books out, I dashed downstairs picked the keys and spared a minute looking for an umbrella. When I couldn't manage to find one I locked up the house and stepped out in the rain again.

Already drenched I didn't care about ruining my clothes anymore. It took me a short time span of walking to reach Erik's place. The watchman didn't let me in rightaway, obviously looking at my state, he called Erik up and confirmed before letting me enter. I took the lift, glaring at the puddles of water that formed at my feet when the doors of the lift opened and I came face to face with Erik's worried face.

He took my bag from me and wrapped the towel he had on his shoulder around mine. He didn't ask any questions until I was changed in to my batman pjs and a black tee. He waited for me patiently, in the couch we had our movie marathon, with two cups of steaming coffee in front of him. The serious look on his face made me imagine what will he say once he heard why I actually came here.

For a second I felt like a fool, regretting over my impulsive decision. Now that I thought of it, was I really scared of a storm and a freaking meme? I was really a fool. I so wanted to lie to Erik, tell him some other story but I couldn't lie to him. I also knew that he'd not ask me anything if I chose not to explain my sudden appearance at his place at 12:40 am but he deserved the answers.

I sat down, took the steaming cup of coffee in my hand wishing that it warmth provided me of the strength I needed to confess my foolishness. I took a sip and started from the start, just like I did in our counselling sessions. Erik remained expressionless by the time I finished but once I looked up from my cup to his face, he sighed and the next moment I was in his arms.

"I thought something bad happened to you when I heard your voice" He muttered against my shoulder and pulled away."You simply told me you were scared and I was sitting here imagining worst scenarios until you decided to speak up. God Trinity why all the suspense?" His grip was still intact on my shoulder and I was way too distracted with the warmth of his palms.

"I thought you'd laugh" I said, still distracted.

He chuckled, dropping his hands from my shoulders and moving back to the other end of the couch. "It was funny but you gave me quiet a scare with all the suspense"

"Sorry" I said sheepishly. "But my mom can't know about this. She'd kill me if she knew I spent the night and your place"

Erik looked up at me, his lips still lifted up in a smile from earlier. "I'll let it be our secret" He said softly.

I broke our gaze. The tenderness he had in his eyes as he looked at me was too much. It made me feel things I was desperately running away from and I was scared that I end up to him like I did today.

He cleared his throat. "The bed in the guest room is made, you can sleep. You must be tired"

Before I could speak he got up, offered me a smile and disappeared in to the kitchen with our empty coffee cups. I steadied myself, Erik was so much of an enigma to me. There were times he was so transparent that his eyes gave away everything he wanted to say and then there were times like this, times he masked himself with a smile.

I found myself settled in the bed when the lights in Erik's bedroom went off. He had covered all the windows with heavy curtains, refusing to let any light come in. I could hear the roar of thunders but it was very faint, I could only hear them because the apartment was so silent.

An hour later I was still wide awake, sleep has forsaken me and I found myself walking up to the windows and removing the curtains when I heard him.

"Not getting sleep?" He asked once he was beside me, helping me push the heavy curtains aside. The room flooded with the light from the thunder when I turned to face him.

I shook my head.

"Me too" He muttered, rubbing the tips of his fingers on the palm of his other hand. His eyes stuck to the sky giving me the scope to stare at his face.

There were very few times I got the chance to really stare at him, not those stolen glances kind of stares... because all the time I had spent with him, I always had his undivided attention. It was the first time he was not meeting my gaze, I don't know if I was upset or thrilled as I was too busy noticing how his lower lip was slightly thicker than his upper one which was shaped like the most perfect bow I've seen or how his skin looked rugged with the five'o clock stubble he had or how his brown eyes always seemed so accepting to me.

Lost in his thoughts I didn't realise I had stepped closer to him, or has he moved closer? I was so busy memorising every detail of his face, that I didn't notice that his undivided attention was back on me. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly, his lips parted... he looked surprised.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, seems like the roles were reversed tonight. I was asking what he thought and I was staring at him while he stayed silent... thoughtful, just the way I had been.

"Why did you never ask me about my scar Trinity?" He asked, unmoving. I became aware of our proximity when I could smell him, pinewood and wet earth. I wasn't familiar with the scent because it's been a while since I sat behind him on his bike. That's the closest we've been.

"It's your story to tell" I smiled... unmoving. When did I become so comfortable around him?

He sighed, turning back to the sky. Someone was avoiding my gaze a lot, what has he got to hide? "I told you I've been in to accidents didn't I?" He sensed my nod. "I was seventeen, got hit by a car. Nothing major but I got four stitches here, hence the mark. Not a very interesting story, hence the delay" He added in the end.

I shook my head, everything related to him was interesting to me, I let my head stay low to hide the warmth in my cheeks from own my thoughts. I looked up once I had recovered, he still had his face turned to the window. "Are there any more scars?" I asked.

He was trying hard to keep his focus on the sky and not to me. His jaw muscles were tense and his hands were in loose fists. "There are" He sighed. "A lot of them" He whispered.