S.M.S(Save My Soul)

Chapter 15: Skeleton Guy

"So why don't we make a pact?" He suggested.

"A pact? Isn't that a little too early? We just met each other." I mumbled with a small yawn.

"Then let's make a promise?" He said, holding out his pinkie.

"A promise about what?" I questioned locking our pinkies while maintaining eye contact with each other.

"A promise that no matter what, we'll always be there for each other come rain or shine." He said tightening his hold on my pinkie.

"I promise to keep this promise for as long as I live," I said sincerely kissing my hand that was locked with his to seal the deal.

"I promise to deliver the same," he said, kissing my hand, "And I promise no girl will ever get between us," he added with a devious smile, I couldn't help but shake before promising the same thing.

"Good now let's get out of here I'm starving." He said getting up before offering me his hand as he helped me up.

"Ya same," I said stretching my muscles.

"Mind if I?" He asked, pointing to my shirt, I merely raised my brow before giving him a nod as a go-ahead. 

He lifted my shirt all the while my heart was racing through the roof. His jaw was locked all the while he circled me, what unnerved me was his request for me to take my shirt off. Uneasily I obeyed letting him see all the scars that littered my upper body, I don't know what got over him as he let his anger out and punched the mirror through gritted teeth making me jump out of my skin.

"What the fuck Malcolm!" I said in shock quickly putting my shirt back on. I held his clenched bleeding hand before I got it under the faucet, he fitted his teeth in the cold water before I turned it to lukewarm.

"Why did you do that?" I questioned him with a scowl concerned that tiny pieces of glass might be lodged under his skin.

"I'm angry," he blandly said.

"No shit Sherlock, I noticed," I said before kneeling to check for some gauge under the cupboard sink. Luckily there was a little first aid kit that I pulled out before treating Malcolm's hand.

"You're an idiot, you know that," I grumbled, tying the gauze around his hand.

"So I've been told," he smiled fondly at me as if I was his whole world.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing." He chuckled, stretching his wounded hand before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead as a thank you. 

I blushed inwardly nodding as a response before I flushed the sink and put back the first aid kit. I was sure Anji was going to kill us for breaking her expensive mirror but now that was the furthest thing from my mind, seeing Malcolm's anger issues was. He told me he had serious anger issues but I didn't believe it until I saw it myself because it was so hard to believe when he was such a carefree funny guy.

"Anji is going to kill you," I told him starting at the broken mirror.

"Tell me about it." He laughed unlocking the door and leading the way out, I followed with a lighter heart feeling like a mountain was lifted off my shoulders.

"What were you guys doing in there?" Anji asked with a scrutinising stare.

"Just having a quicky," Malcolm answered with a lazy smirk, Angelica blushed to the tips of her ears and I choked on my saliva.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked in shock when in reality I should already be used to his behaviour by now.

"You tell me P.B." he smirked, winking at me.