Ultraviolet

Chapter Fifty-Six: Gone Baby Gone

I heard Hadeon walk in the door at 10:30. Jess and Jack were at work, so now seemed like the best time to face him.

My feet moved quicker than my brain as I walked from my bedroom into the living area.

Hadeon's eyes snapped to mine. They glared darkly at me, his gaze was angry, but I could see in his face that he was upset. Like he might burst into angry tears. That scared me more than the thought of him losing his temper.

"Hey." I offered weakly.

He continued to stare.

"Hadeon, just-" I started, voice shaking. "Please just say what you're thinking. I-I know you're mad, just...let me have it. Go off."

"You shouldn't've done that to Jess." He muttered crossing the room into the kitchen.

"I know." I swallowed. "But she already yelled at me for it."

Hadeon stood in the kitchen, staring past me without saying a word.

"I'm sorry." I sighed. "Adrianna showed me the news article about what that guy did. I should have known- I did know that you wouldn't do that to someone innocent. I was just in shock and I ran away."

"Next time I'll stop what I'm doing and give you a rundown on the guy." He grumbled.

"No, I didn't, that's not... Next time I'll just trust you."

"Will you?" He shot back. "Because Adrianna told you that you can?"

"No, because I know you and-"

"You know me?" He laughed. "What, because we made out a couple times?"

"I do know you." I whimpered. "I knew you before any of that and I know that I trust you."

"That means a lot coming from you." He muttered sarcastically.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing."

"Well it must mean something if you said it." Hadeon shrugged, and I noticed the distasteful look on his face that he couldn't shake. "You mean, because of Ty."

Hadeon ripped open the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of brown liquid. He took a swig then turned back to me.

"I don't know what happened-"

"I told you! We went on a date and I freaked out because of my own shit. He's a nice guy."

"I don't give a shit if he's a "nice guy", Violet." He growled.

"Then what's the issue?"

"Nothing." He shot back, unconvincingly. "Its smart, to have a backup."

Realisation settled in and it felt like to a punch to the gut.

"He was being a good friend!" I shouted. "Thats all, a friend. Nothing happened while I was at his house."

"Like I said, I don't give a shit."

"Rightly so!" I snapped. "You can't exactly be mad if something did happen. It's not like we're together or anything."

"Exactly." He hissed.

"You know what?" I forced a smile. "I might try things with Ty again. I'm clearly over whatever stopped us last time. And I already know he's a good kisser."

Hadeon's grip on the bottle tightened until his knuckles were white. I pushed myself onto the counter and continued.

"Or, you know who might be available." I continued my evil game. "Andy. He's always so nice to me, he'd make a great boyfriend."

Hadeon took large gulp from the bottle then stared at me, emotionless. We were playing a game of chicken and I was not going to lose.

"He's probably downstairs right now." I noted, jumping off from the counter and heading for the door. "I'll be bringing him back here, so make yourself scarce."

I pulled open the door, but before I could step out Hadeon rushed behind me and slammed it closed with his hand.

"I can see what you're doing." He stated, his breath hot on my neck. I turned around to face him, our noses only a centimetre from each other.

"Why does it matter?" I hissed, letting my feelings well up in my eyes. "You don't want me, right?"

He stared, making no move to put more space between us.

I pushed up onto my toes and met his lips with mine, begging him to kiss me back the way he used to. His mouth remained still, his hands refusing to fall at my waist. I pulled away and stared up at him, a lonely tear dripping down my cheek.

His eyes were focused down at the floor. I waited, my heart slowly breaking, for him to look up. His eyes slowly rose to meet mine. He searched my gaze. I didn't hold back. I let my tears spill. I needed him to know that I was sorry. That I still wanted him.

His hand dug into my hair as he pulled my face to his, his lips meeting mine hungrily. I wrapped an arm over his shoulders and pulled him into me. He forced me against the door, holding me still as he continued to kiss me desperately.

I wasn't gone for long, but I missed this. I could tell he missed it too.