The Siren In Me

Chapter 22: Waiting for Superman.

Kiss,kiss, and who am I kidding more kisses?

Well it can't get any better than that,can it? Except for the fact that he's getting blackmailed by his other (cough,cough) girlfriend. I mean ,even I would try to blackmail him. That's how good a kisser he is.

I was the first to break away,resting my forehead on his. We were breathing hard,grinning ear to ear at each other before a knock interrupted us.

"This bish,"Emby says under his breath,while I giggle,putting space between us. He walks over to open the door for the bish.

With her fragile appearance and average clothes,she hardly looks like on. However,it's her confident smirk that gives it away. It's always the smirk, I thought,sighing.

Delilah looks between us : first at my flushed face then at Emby's casual leaned posture,yet we are both still trying to catch out breath. Her eyes flash a certain emotion,but was gone a second later.

"Someone rang the door." Delilah simply says,walking away. I snicker at her retreating body. I heard her stop,as if she wanted to come back inside to say something, but continued walking.

I interlock my eyes with Emby's. He just stands there, starring at me as if not hearing a word Delilah has said.

"The door." I stated simply,as if to remind him."The what?"

"The door ." I emphasized the word,while pointing at the door. His cheeks turned pink a bit from what I mean. "Oh,right." Emby quickly walked out the door to go answer,or probably yell, the person who was at the door.

At first, all was quiet from downstairs until I heard a heavy thud. My first instinct was to go upstairs, but I heard two people arguing. I knew one was Emby, but the other I couldn't tell,yet it sounded so familiar..

"I know you have her, you bish!" The stranger called out. "What the duck are you talking about? I live alone. I'm just a college student!" Emby yelled back, but technically he said something that rhymed with duck.

I did the only thing I can do in a situation like this. Shower! Just kidding, I yelled for my eff-ing life. I yelled more as much as I did when my father told me my mother got killed. I never yelled like that until today because I knew the person who came for me.

It was my superman : Cal.

"Cal,help!" I yelled again,sure enough it could be heard. There was complete silence upstairs until I heard someone wrestling another person on the ground. It wasn't until a minute later did I hear them roll down the stairs towards the basement.

"Zia!" Cal shouted,obviously struggling with Emby wrestling him. They both were strong and muscular, but only one of them will win. I could hear them fighting and pounding each other on the floor so one of them can overcome the other on.

A moment later, they were still fighting. Finally, it was all silence and someone opened the door. Yet to my surprise, it wasn't Emby or Cal who opened it. It was the one and only bish Delilah. She looked at me with a blank expression.motioning her arms as if to go out. I took cautious steps out, preparing myself for any of her martial arts moves or something. Surprise again, she stayed motionless and motionless, her eyes staying on mine as she watches me leave.

Cal and Emby were watching us too, looking between Delilah and I with swollen lips and black eyes. After I got at least 12 feet away from her, I looked at them both with an angry expression.

"You," I pointed at Cal, "and you," I pointed at Emby, "in the kitchen upstairs now!" They both looked at me with defeated faces, untangled themselves from each other, and walked out of the room with their heads hung low. I shook my head at them as they walked up the stairs.

"Feisty Zia." Delilah says, as she follows them up the stairs. "Doesn't suit you." Normally I would argue with her, but she was right. It didn't suit me, but how did she know? I shook it off and wandered behind her up the stairs. Delilah went to another room for me to talk to the boys.

The black tiles from upstairs were covered in red, obviously blood. The black tiles made the red stain pop out against it, as if it wanted to be shown. I quickly looked away from it, not wanting to see the liquid they pounded out of each other.

Cal leaned against the counter by the sink, lightly brushing the bruise on his forehead. On the other hand, Emby was sitting at the end of table, drinking a bottle of water which I found very difficult due to his swollen lips.

"You both are unbelievable." I sighed out loud, looking at them both with an irritated expression. Cal looked up at me with, believe it or not, a happy expression. His green eyes sparkling with amount of love in them. I never seen him so happy before..

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I chuckled at him. At the sound of that, Emby snapped up his head, watching us curiously.

"Because I missed you." Cal answered naturally.

"Please. I bet you were having fun without me." I joked,smiling at him. He didn't seem to get the joke because his green sparkly eyes grew dark. He walked, well not walk , limped towards me. I walked over to him swiftly so he wouldn't have to try so much. He opened his arms out towards me,which I accepted without hesitance. I missed him,his eyes,his hugs. Everything,basically.

"I really did miss you." He said,burying his face in my hair. "Not as much as I missed you, Cal." I whispered,taking in his warmth. It was then did I hear the sound of a chair squeak when we both pulled away from each other.

Emby was watching us with three expressions in his eyes and face. Anger,Jealous, and Curiosity.

It was a long,awful,awkward silence between all three of us before I broke it.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you all met."