Forget about me

Chapter eleven

Alexandra

Back stiff and neck aching, I push off the floor to sit back against the door. I am seriously missing the fluffy cloud of a bed behind it. After Hunter took a knife to my heart yesterday, I opted to sleep on the floor rather than next to one of them.

Sometimes I wished you were dead.

Yeah, me too. Wouldn't say I'm suicidal or anything. I wouldn't take a gun to my own head but if someone were to run up to me in the street and put a gun against my forehead I wouldn't beg them not to pull the trigger. I wouldn't do anything really.

You're just a ghost with a beating heart.

It's the most accurate way anyone has described me in a long time. I never meant to come back and haunt them but it doesn't make much of a difference. From the looks of this house, it seems I have haunted these walls for longer than I've lived in them.

"Sleep well?" Jeremy gets to his feet from where he slept on the floor a couple of paces away from me. He rubs the back of his neck and cracks it once. Twice. Before getting to his feet. "Because I sure as hell didn't." He gives me a teasing smile, but it fades quickly. "Listen, I get you don't want to go along with this. If you're going to make a stand against it you could at least do it on the very comfortable couch downstairs. If only to take pity on my back." Jem places his palms flat against his back and stretches.

Unamused I glance up at him. "Why can't you just let me go?" sounding as tired as I feel I advert my eyes. Draco holds my attention as he stretches before he, on wobbly legs, trots over to the door opposite Jeremys'.

"Because we can't lose you." He says, his mood quickly sobering. "You're safe here, I promise." Draco squats and pees on the floor. Jem doesn't seem to notice or care as he gazes steadily at me.

Tilting my lips into a cold smile I look up at him. "My, my, what a pretty liar you've become."

His open and soft expression turns into a frown. Jem opens his mouth to speak but the sound of a door opening stops him.

"What the fuck!" Ryder roars lifting his bare foot. His face scrunched up in disgust as he smells the piss coating his foot. Draco trots over to me and I scratch him under the chin in compliment whilst trying to keep from bursting into laughter. As Ryder continues to curse vividly, I can't hold it in any longer.

Both men's gazes swing to me as I howl with laughter. The look on Ryder's face is priceless. Draco has once again stolen my heart.

"Knew I should've left it on the side of the road. Stupid." Ryder grumbles as he, on one leg, hops back into his room. Moments later I hear a shower running followed by muffled voices.

Shade comes out of the door down the hall with an amused smile on his face. My laughter dies in my throat as Hunter joins us in the hallway. He doesn't spare me a glance before he heads downstairs. I hate that my eyes drift over his broad shoulders. The massive feathered wings covering it so detailed and absolutely stunning. His muscles ripple beneath the black, grey and white ink. Gaze drifting lower I can't help but appreciate his ass. 

Mentally slapping myself I cradle Draco to my chest and get to my feet. "Assuming that every door in this house is locked, would one of my jailors be kind enough to let me out into the yard?" I give them a saccharine smile the sweetness in my voice ringing false in the empty space.

Shade and Jem exchange a look before heading downstairs without a word. Having no choice but to follow, I do. Jem pours some canned cat food into one of the bowls that sit against the short end of the kitchen isle. The other is filled with water. Setting Draco down I watch as he pads over and wolfs it down. Shade busies himself making breakfast and Jem soon joins to help. Music drifts up the stairs from the garage and I'm guessing Hunter's down there imagining it's my face his fists slam into instead of the punching bag. Ryder soon appears with a set of keys in one hand. He unlocks the glass door and slides it open letting the somewhat chilly morning breeze in. I hurry outside and gulp down fresh air. I suspect there's some unofficial shirtless rule in this house that I don't know about. All of them are shirtless and in sweats this morning, same as yesterday. It's annoying and suffocating.