The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)

Chapter twenty-two.

We haven't spoken since last night and it seems he suffered a nightmare. He won't look at me when I speak, and he won't meet my eyes when I call his name. I fear I have truly lost him this time, even though he said it wasn't my fault, I fear he lied.

"Night." I say his name as soft as possible but it still spooks him. He drops his spoon and it clatters against his glass cereal bowl startling everyone at the breakfast bar. He spots the spoon and leans down to pick it up but I press my foot right on top of it and hold it there until he meets my gaze.

"Sorry." He mumbles to me but it seems to be meant more for himself.

"Will you look at me please? I hate it when people don't look me in the eye, it makes my blood boil." He sits straight and finally meets my eyes. "What's wrong with you?" It sounds hypocritical coming from my mouth when I don't even know what is wrong with me.

"I just had a bad dream last night that's all."

"Night, its two in the afternoon. Can you not shake it off? Is there anything I can do?" His eyes grow wide, he quickly stands up from the table knocking his bowl to the floor, instantly shattering it to tiny pieces. He shoves his chair in and stalks off mumbling something under his breath.

"There wasn't anything you could do." He leaves me stranded at the table as the eyes of the crowd watch my every move.

"Well great," I sigh as I spoon in another mouthful of cinnamon oatmeal.

"She knows. Oh God she knows." I pace back and forth from the front door to the bedroom door, giving myself chills. I stand still for a moment raise my hand upward and see I am right in front of the air vent. I step to the side and continue to pace. "How could I be so stupid? I shouldn't have acted like that. Now Fire is going to come up here and scream at me. Oh God what am I going to do?" I plop myself down on the couch and roll over onto my stomach placing my face into the cushions of the couch and try to smother myself to death. "I just need some sleep. Yea. That will work." I shut my eyes but that's when I hear the door open. It slams shut but I don't open my eyes. I hear her sigh then pace back and forth, then go into the bedroom slam the door. I don't hear her after that.

"Fire." She doesn't answer the door, I knock to let her know that I'm coming in but just in case she isn't clothed I mention I'm coming in. I enter the room and spot her almost immediately. The blankets are bunched up and she has it wrapped all around her body a cocoon of warmth. I tread lightly while I can hear the intake of breath, in and out, soft and smooth. I don't want to disturb her but I need to get this off my chest. "I know you can't hear me right now with you being asleep and all. The point is that, I'm sorry for being such an ass earlier at breakfast. I'm sorry that I stormed off and left you there alone while everyone watched me leave."

Her body moves as I place my hand on what I think is her back, but could possibly be her butt or her head for all I know. She nestles in more into the blanket and cuddles up to my hand.

"You're forgiven." I bolt up from the bed and stand there absolutely still as the blankets shift and I see Fire sitting upright with her hair a birds nest. I will never get used to seeing her with hair. "So what happened or are you not going to tell me again?" She smiles a sly grin and it makes me want to kiss her, but I don't, instead I tell her about my nightmare. I watch her face fall when I tell her it was about her and what happened in the nightmare. "You're acting strange because of what I did in a dream? Are you serious right now?"

"Well yea, it could have a double meaning behind it."

"Could doesn't mean it's going to happen."

"You sang well in the dream."

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER! Oh my god Night, do you honestly think that I would do something like that?" I raise my eyebrows and think of the time where she almost did do something like that. "Don't answer that. Dammit. I can't believe you're acting like this over a dream. It was a dream not a premonition." She sits the other way now facing the window. The curtains are pulled open revealing a nice blue afternoon sky, not a single cloud.