Trouble is His Middle Name

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

To: Valentina
From: Mom
7:10pm
Sorry sweetie. I'm going to come home very late. I'm out with my boss ;) wish me luck. Food is in fridge for you two.

I groan, taking a big bite from my red apple, stretching my legs on my king size bed. My bed was comfy, filled with many large teddy bears, making me instantly feel at ease.

To: Mom
From: Valentina
7:13pm
Okay have fun! Take your time :)) ☺

Secounds later, I furiously text Saxlon.

To: Saxlon
From: Valentina
7:14
Where are you?! Hurry up and come home!!!

"What if he's lost?" I mumble under my breath, eyes wide.

"Dora, do you think he's lost?" I stare at Dora, my favorite black teddy bear of all time that was right beside me.

Minutes after minutes, I scan over my clock above me.

"Oh no." I feel my eyes start to water as I glaze down at Dora, squeezing her in my arms. "H-he's probably lost. All alone not knowing anyone in this town. H-he's probably crying- wait- Dora, what if...what if... he's...dead?" I gulp, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

He can't be dead, right?

"Please don't be dead Saxlon." I whisper, "please."

I feel my phone vibrate from my jeans pocket.

To: Valentina
From: Saxlon
7:50pm
U have 10secs. open the damn door.

Oh, lord. He's alive.

I hop off my bed and speed run downstairs, opening the door as soon as my legs land down on the 'welcome' carpet.

"Saxlon I thought-" I stop,  spotting the bruise mark on his upper cheek. "S-saxlon, oh lord, you're hur-"

"Shut the fůck up and fully open this door." He snapped, his eyes darkening.

I shakily nod, opening the door wider, making him to angrily storm in, walking straight towards the kitchen.

"Saxlon-" I began, only to be cut off by his death stare at me.

"Okay...never mind." I stare down, fidgeting with my fingers.

I follow him to the kitchen, his long strides and his effortlessly straight back making me so intrigued by him.

Even from the back, he looked beautiful.

I continue to stare at him. Tonight- he looked different. Though he looked beautiful, there was something that made him look troubled. His eye's weren't the beautiful blue eyes like always- infact, they didn't have any colour. Just pure black.

The back of this plain white shirt was slightly ripped, displaying his skin of his lower back.

I watch him as he takes a chili sause , and pours the whole lot in his plain rice plate.

"S-saxlon that's going to be really spicy-"

"Shut up." He puts the chili sause back, grabbing a fork and spoon from the counter and sitting down on the large creamy sofa.

I go up to the tap , grabbing a glass from above the counter and filling it with cold water.

Just if something occurs.

I awkwardly sit next to him, watching his every move.

He hungrily digs in, his eyebrows raised down, his face heating up from the hotness of the sause.

I bit my lips. If it's too spicy, why did he practically pour the whole sause in?

Does he even know my mom is out?

"S-saxlon you know mom-"

"I know," He mutters, eyes glued on his plate while he breaths heavily , "she messaged me."

"Oh okay." My eyes trance down to his bruise on his cheeks that was getting larger by the minute.

"Saxlon what happen-"

"Fůck." he chokes, water forming in his eyes, "can I have water?"

I nod, handing the water that I had prepared eariler.

"Cheers." His plump juicy lips press between the glass, raising his head up as he quickly gulps the water down.

"Saxlon, are you okay?" I worriedly stare at him. His whole face was now completely red.

He put the glass down on the table. His blue eyes, that was darkening by the second,  stares right into my brown ones.

I take my eyes off him, staring at my fingers. "D-do you want I take that plate off your lap-"

"No. I need to finish this."

"But it's seriously very spicy-"

"Are you not fůcking listening." He snapped, his right hand trembling. "I said, I need to finish this."

"I'm sorry Saxlon." I quickily say, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy as I continue to stare at my fingers, "t-this is all my fault-something happened to you and I wasn't even there- I shouldn't have left you to go alone- if I just wasn't so selfish for my own deed, you could have not been hurt and-"

Oh lord. He must really hate me now.

A single tear drop lands on my cheeks. "I'm so sorry."

"Are you done with your dramatic talking?" He boredly stares into my eyes, running one hand through his hair and the other hand, he puts his plate on the table.

"Yes. I'm done." I admit, wiping my tears away. " As long as you're safe and alive, everything is all good." I brightly smile, my dimples showing.

He raises his eyebrows, "and why would you care if I'm alive or safe?"

"Because," I smile, straightening up my back as my eyes meet with his. "You may be classified as 'trouble', and may swear alot and not listen to a word I say, but-," I pause, making sure he was listening to my every word.

"But?" He narrows, his shade of his blue eyes lightens.

"But" I began, "you are a good person. And you have the right to be safe and alive."

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Why do you think Saxlon was acting this way?

The next chapter is going to get steamy...be prepared.