Saving Calen

5.

Aylah's POV

He's interesting.

He spent the entire day with absolutely no emotion on his face. Just followed me around like a puppy. It did not go unnoticed, however, how he would always put his body in between mine and anyone else's. How he constantly checked exits and glared hard at anyone who looked at me.

What has to be done to someone to have them so willing to put their lives at risk for someone they don't know?

I walk to the mirror and lift my shirt up. An angry bit of melted red skin glares back. I angrily pull my shirt back down and leave the bathroom.

I flop on my bed and roll to my stomach. I take my phone out and start to scroll through old pictures.

It's fucking depressing.

I toss my phone and turn on the TV so I have something to fall asleep too.

I don't do well in silence.

...

I get thirsty in the middle of the night and go to slink out of my room. I open the door and look to my right. He's slouched in a chair with his head is thrown back against the wall. His dark blonde hair, almost brown, is short all the way around with a little longer hair on top. The bruises and cuts on his face look angry. His breathing is even and his gun rests in his hand.

A small hickey rests on his neck. I'm not surprised. He's hot and young, why shouldn't he be having sex? I sure wish I was.

I tiptoe past him.

"Where are you going?" His voice rings out.

"Oh, sorry did I wake you? I was just thirsty." I state, looking down at the floor. I look up to see him rubbing his eyes.

He shakes his head.

"Don't worry about waking me. I wasn't sleeping. I'll go grab you water." He says, getting up.

"You don't know where it is." I retort, crossing my hands over my chest.

"Fine. Show me."

He follows me down the steps as I lead him to the kitchen.

"Here we are. The cups are up here." I stand on my tippy toes and reach for the cups. My shirt raises, showing the large patch of burned skin on my hip. I look make to see him staring.

"That's why you're here." I state simply.

He just nods.

We head back up and he sits down as I enter my room.

"Aylah?" He says.

I stop and look at him.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

I give him a small smile.

"Thank you."

I walk in my room and try to fall alseep.

...x

Calen's POV

It's a peaceful night. Growing up with 3 brothers and countless trainers does not make for a quiet house.

I lean against her wall and try to get my mind right. She's so...just I don't know.

Different.

Most heirs are spoiled and bratty. She does a good job trying to act the part, but there's an underlying current to her personality.

I'm so lost in thought I almost don't hear the door open. I sit up and look around. Mrs. Galantes stands at the end of hall. She nods to the bedroom and my heart sinks. I get up and stand in the doorway.