My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 12: You Perv

☆Soul☆

"Celine. Where ya at?... I'm just gonna leave this stuff 'ere for ya. I'm a bit busy, but I'll be back later ta check on 'er, ah'ite?" Then she comes down the stairs.

"Thank you. She was gettin' anxious when she couldn't find any of 'er thang's. Can't say she was best pleased ta find out she 'ad been… Stitched up, if ya get my meanin'!? Really shoulda waited for consent on that one, Soul." She reprimands.

"She's awake already?" I ask slightly shocked. I've only been gone a few minutes. "'N' yeah I suppose, but it needed ta be done. She can be pissed at me all she wants. But as it was my blood that kept 'er from dyin', I made the decision 'n' did what was best for 'er. 'Er stitches will need lookin' at later, so I'll be back ta do that-" I'm cut off when the woman stomps around the corner of the stairs, yellin' at me.

"I didn't ask for your help, and I certainly don't need you coming back to check my stitches, you perv." That makes me laugh, "And where's my phone?" And fuck me! I was expectin' a timid, afraid of her own shadow kinda woman, with what 'appened earlier, and the state she was in.

Bein' pissed has made her feisty, or my blood flowin' through her veins has. I kinda like it. I do chuckle at her callin' me a perv though, and she gives me a wide berth as she goes and grabs her bag. She rummages through it and sees everythin' is there but her cell. Which I forgot is sittin' in my back pocket.

"First off, love. I ain't no perv, I was referrin' ta the stitches on ya side."

"Oh." She blushes, fuck if it isn't cute, and I watch as red starts spreading over her cheeks and forehead, and it even extends to her ears, neck and upper chest. I can't help but smirk and admire that blush.

"As for the not askin' for my 'elp, ya definitely fuckin' needed it. Our Doc fixed ya up, free a charge I might add, so be a little more grateful. I also gave ya my blood otherwise you'd be dead." I then reach into my back pocket to retrieve her cell,"'Ere's ya cell 'n' I'll be back in a few hours ta check ya stitches. Now be a good girl 'n' go rest up, Lou!" I must 'ave said summink wrong because she snatches the cell from my hand and backs away like a frightened animal, and keeps lookin' behind me, with wide frightened eyes. Gone is my tiny, feisty woman, coz she is definitely a woman, in place of this tiny little rabbit.

"Wh-wh-what did yo-you just c-ca-call m-me?" She stutters. Fuck, I only said her name.

"Calm down, love. I only said ya name. I 'eard-"

"D-d-don't ever call m-me that. Y-you can fu-fuck off now. Th-th-thanks, f-for your u-u-.... u-unwanted help." She turns and flees back up the stairs, and then I hear the door slam shut.

I look at Celine, who is lookin' up the stairs just as fuckin' speechless and stunned as I am.

"Well… I did not expect that… Gus will be back soon. I'm sure she will let 'im check 'er over."

"Did she stutter like that when she was talkin' to you?" I ask curiously. And I only said about checking her stitches so I could come back and see her.

Lame? Yeah, I know, but no one else needs to know that! I'm also worried and 'ave an urge to march up the stairs, pull her into my arms and tell her everythin' will be fine now that she's mine. Fuck this woman is dangerous to me.

"No. And she wouldn't tell me 'er name either. So how did ya know it?" She asks.

"Over'eard it when she was on 'er cell. Look, I really wanna go check on 'er, but I gotta sort some shit out. I'll be back later ta check 'er stitches." I tell her as I head to the door. She gives me a strange look, and I think about what I said. Oh shit! She said Gus would do it, and I keep insistin' I want to.