Devouring Her Soul

Part 12

I woke up to being pushed on the floor.

"Ow! Asshole!"

He rolled his eyes and yawned, sitting on the bed.

"Why were you laying on me?"

I stood up and rubbed my hip, trying to ease the pain a bit.

"I don't know. I couldn't sleep. And I tried to move, but you grabbed me in your sleep."

He raised a brow and looked at his pillow on the floor.

"No I didn't."

He looked back up at me, and I felt something drip down my face. I ran my hand across my cheek, and something wet was on my hand.

"Andrew, did you drool on me?!"

He smiled cockily and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, you are the one who laid on me."

I frowned and walked out of the guest room to wash my face. Andrew was following close behind me.

"What?"

He looked up nonchalantly.

"What?"

I rolled my eyes again. For some reason, I do that a lot when I'm around him.

'I wonder why?'

(I love blunt sarcasm)

"Why are you following me?"

He looked amused at my question.

"Okay, Dory. Did you forget? I'm not leaving you alone in here."

We walked into the bathroom, and I smirked.

"Wanna bet?"

He looked at me confused and I started to take my shirt off.

His eyes widened in shock and he hesitated before rushing out of the bathroom, and I shut the door and locked it.

I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth before brushing my hair.

When I finished, I opened the door and he was still standing there. He had his head turned up to the ceiling and was holding his nose.

"What the hell?"

He looked at me and blood dripped down his nose.

"Oh my God! Did I do that?"

He seemed to think for a moment before nodding his head.

I grabbed some tissues and handed them to him.

"Here."

He took the tissue and frowned.

"I have hands you know. I can get it myself."

I scoffed.

"Well, sorry for trying to be helpful, asshole."

I made my way downstairs and grabbed my shoes. He followed behind me angrily.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I looked at him in utter disbelief.

The audacity of this man.

"I'm leaving. I'm not sick and there was no order to keep me in your house."

I reached for the handle and he grabbed my arm and pinned me to the front door.

"Listen, Vivian. I don't like you. I hate you. But, I'm not letting you go outside like that."

I furrowed my brows.