JEFF
Try waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of the doorbell blaring through the house.
Not that I was asleep. No that would be a lie.
I've spent hours in bed tossing and turning but that no way means I was ready to get out of bed, just yet.
I stomp down the stairs, tightening the robes around my rope, ready to kill whoever is at the other side of the gate. Someone better be dead otherwise there is no justifying coming to my house at this hour.
I push open the door and step into the cold night, hissing at the chilly air. I view a figure standing outside my gate but I can't tell who it is.
Thieves maybe.
I almost smack myself. What thief would ring the door bell? The gate is low enough for someone to jump over it.
I slip into my slippers and walk out, pushing back my hair when it curtains my face. I forgot to grab a hair tie on my way out. Something I regret now that the wind is blowing the hair to my face.
I unlock the gate and come face to face with the last person I should have expected to show up in my home.
I can't really see him well in the dark but that huge body must belong to him. I hate that I can tell it's him even in the minimal lighting.
"Are you fucking insane, Wichapas?"
"I must be," he mumbles under his breath before looking up. "Can I come in?"
I stare at him as if he is insane, and he must be because normal people don't do this shit.
"What are you doing here. Do you have any idea what time it is?" I shiver when a wind blows into my direction. My body begs me to go back in but I am not so sure about letting this man into my house once again.
"I coulnd't sleep."
You too? I bite back before I can ask that.
"So you show up at my door in the middle of the night just because you coulnd't sleep? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that you are the reason I couldn't sleep."
No. Not this shit again.
Another cold wind blows and I shiver, pushing my long hair back. "What do you want from me, Bible?"
My voice is resigned because I really can't get a read on this guy and I also want to wrap up this so I can go back into my warm house and bed.
"Can we talk?"
"No, it's the middle of the goddamned night."
"Then... can I stay over?"
Fuck! Bible really will be the death of me.
"Fine," I say pushing the gate wider. I wait until he's through before closing it behind him. I let out a relieved sigh when we enter the warm house.
"You can sleep on the couch and..." I start to say but air catches in my throat when I get a clear look of him and he is a mess.
I mean a hot fucking mess, but still a mess.
He has a cut on his forehead, a spilt lip and a stain of blood under his nose.
"What the hell happened to you?" I ask, stepping forward and running my fingers over his face before I can stop myself.
"I got into a fight..."
"Well, duh, but why?" He hisses when I run a gentle finger over his split lip. The wound looks bad and painful but...
hear me out...
