The Darkness Within

"Is that guy dead?"

Chelsea POV

"who the hell are you?" I asked in an exasperated tone. 

"I'm a friend of Vincent's. He told me to meet him here, said he wanted to talk. He didn't mention such a fine lady also lives here." He started to get up scanning his eyes over my body, taking in every curve and movement I made. He stood up and pushed his hand out. 

I offered mine however, it was quickly pushed down by Vincent, now standing beside me, closer than he ever had, telling me this was his way of claiming me. 

"Silas, go onto the patio and never look at her like that again." His sudden wave of dominance and possessiveness was something I hadn't really seen before. It was attractive in an unconventional way. He looked at me, worry in his eyes.

 "Who was that? And why was he in my house? Why did you tell him to meet at my house?" All of these questions started pouring out without giving him time to actually answer any of them. 

"I will answer your questions later. Right now, I want you to go to the bedroom and not come out until I get you. Do you understand?" I felt like a little girl who somehow had just gotten punished and was being banished to her room. 

"Yes, I understand," I said rather sheepishly. "But when you come and get me you have to answer my questions. Okay?" 

"Okay I will," he stated with a smile on his face and his hand on my face, it was a little demeaning but I was fine with it. 

With that, I walked to the bedroom and he walked onto the patio. The bedroom was on the second floor with a window leading overseeing the patio. So, I did what any person in my situation would do, I opened the window and listened to the conversation. 

"So, I handled the FBI agent but I couldn't figure out who he was talking to." I heard the guy from my couch say. 

"You did what?! How exactly did you handle the FBI agent?"

 "I killed him." I gasped when I heard what Silas had said. A thousand thoughts went through my mind. 'Was Vincent a killer?' 'Did he tell Silas to kill him?' 'Would they figure out that I was the person the FBI agent was supposed to meet?' 'What would happen if they did find out I was with the agent?' By the time I clued back in the conversation was basically over, all I heard was Vincent say

 "Okay, well find out who the girl was and let me know." 

 I quickly closed the window and heard footsteps marching up the stairs. When he opened the door, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, suspiciously. 

"What did you hear?" he asked softly, telling me I wouldn't be in trouble if I told him. 

"Everything," I said slightly leaning back in case he felt the need to strike me. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

"Damn it, Chelsea. I'm trying to keep you safe. Why won't you let me?" 

"I'm sorry, I was just curious about what was happening. I mean you can't shut me out."

 "Chelsea, I don't want you involved in what I deal with. It's dangerous." 

"I know what you are a part of," I say without thinking about the consequences. He turned around, now his anger had set it. 

"What did you just say?" 

"nothing" Flashbacks from when Bradley used to hit me came flooding in. I moved back and slightly flinched ready to take the hit.  He noticed it quickly causing him to take a step back and take a deep breath. 

This was the guy I needed, the one who could read me and see when I was uncomfortable, the one who knew of my past and tried to be the best person he could be.