Her Silent Killer

Chapter 4

We were now sitting by the couch watching TV. Well he was the one that was watching. I was watching him. Yes, him. I know I was being creepy but I couldn't help myself. This man was an enigma to me. You would think me watching him would bother him but no. Not at all. Even though we weren't touching, we were sitting in close proximity and my body was very well aware of him. During the day, he never touched me or anything. He kept his distance from me...physically. The only time that he touched me was when we were sleeping. Today was the first time he had touched me during the day - when he was telling me that I was his...and when he called me beautiful. My body shivered and butterflies fluttered in my stomach in remembrance. I still couldn't believe that he had said all of that to me. To be honest, I didn't understand it. And I wanted to understand it. Badly. So maybe that's why I was sitting on this couch watching him instead of the TV. What was playing on the TV wasn't interesting anyway. It was a sports channel. Hated sports to death. But Mr. Silent here, loved them. That's the only thing that he watched. Most of the times he would be busy on his iPad...doings things on there that only God would know. Mr. Silent here, had about 5 cellphones. Yes, I said 5. Even now they were all on the table in front of us. During the time I have been with him, he would get a lot of calls from some of them. Those times, he would step outside to answer them. So mysterious! I know. Who was he people? Could somebody tell me? Because I wanted to know everything that had to do with this man next to me. I also wanted to know how he got the scars on his face. Who had hurt him like that? I didn't like knowing that somebody had caused him pain. Crazy? I know. But that's how I felt. I wanted to hurt the person that hurt and caused him pain. Hayi Khazimle ndiyanqanda ntombi! Awuyazi noyazi lendoda! I sighed and brought my knees to my chest and laid my head against them still watching him.
Me: "Who are you?" I asked again softly. I didn't get a reply but he did turn his eyes to me. My heart kicked up. Even though he had a blank look in his eyes, I was still captured by them... "you called me beautiful." I said to him.
Him: "You are." Gosh! Tingles went all over my body.
Me: "You said I was yours." His eyes heated but he said nothing... "you said you were mine." His heated eyes stayed on mine unmoving... "I don't understand it." I confessed. He said nothing... "who hurt you?" I asked after a short while. His eyes lost all the heat in them. They were now back to being blank. Closing me out and showing me nothing. But his jaw was tight... "you won't tell me?" Silence. I lifted my hand and I tentatively brushed my finger on one of the scars on his face... "who did this to you? Tell me." His jaw was really tight now. I continued to brush my finger lightly on the scars. The way he was so still, you would swear he wasn't even breathing. His eyes stayed on me as I brushed his scars... "tell me." I urged.
Him: "Don't." From only that one word I knew I should never enquire again about the scars. I understood him very well as to why he wouldn't want to talk about his scars. I mean, I also never wanted to talk about what happened to me all those years ago and I sure as hell will never want to talk about what happened to me just a week and a half ago with those men.
Me: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." I said biting my lower lip... "I just don't like that somebody hurt you and caused you pain." I confessed softly. He watched me for a long time after that without saying anything. One of his phones rang breaking our eye contact. He took it and went to answer it outside. I told you how mysterious he was. I exhaled and took the remote control and changed the channel.

When he came back from answering his phone, I could sense that something was wrong. He didn't say anything to me, of course. He paced the floor a bit in deep thought. Then he stopped and looked at me. I sat up straighter with my stomach in knots. I was worried and scared.
Me: "What's wrong?"
Him: "I need to leave." Leave? My heart constricted in pain
Me: "Leave? To where?" Silence... "so...w-what's going to happen now?"
Him: "I will take you home."
Me: "Oh." My heart was in pieces. I looked away from him. It felt like there was this big giant ball stuck in my throat. This was it. He was leaving me. I knew this was going to happen but I didn't think it was going to happen this soon. And I didn't know that his leaving was going to hurt this much. So all that he said about me being his and him being mine was just a farce? Of course it was. Who would want damaged goods? I was so stupid!... "I see." I said in a small voice getting up to my feet... "well...um...it's not like I have any stuff to pack...so..." I released an empty and broken laugh... "you can just give me money to get a taxi...you...you don't need to take me home-."
Him: "I'm taking you."
Me: "No no no it's fine." I said shaking my head and waving my hands... "I can take a taxi. Just please give the fare for it. I-l-l'll find a way to pay you back-."
Him: "I'm taking you." I shook my head backing away from him.
Me: "I-I-It's really really fine-."
Him: "It's not." He cut me off.
Me: "I-."
Him: "I'm taking you and that's final." I turned away from him to get a handle of my emotions. I was this close to breaking down. But I couldn't. Not here. Not in front of him.
Me: "O-okay. Take me home." I said in a whisper. I felt him behind me even though he wasn't touching me. He wrapped his pinkie around mine.
Him: "2 months." He whispered so inaudible that I wasn't even sure he said what I think he said.
Me: "W-what?" I asked turning a bit. He said nothing. He just tightened his pinkie finger around mine.