The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 29 Fingerprint

An hour ago. 

It was soft. 

The bedsheet smelled masculine with a mixture of gel and something familiar. Something my nose has picked the smell of. Asher.

Asher and me.

I was with him.

We ate at the restaurant.

Took a walk in the park.

Then explosion.

Loud and scary.

I can hear the ringing, the whistling sound from somewhere. 

I was with him in the car.

I fell asleep. 

And,

My eyes jolt open with the same element of surprise I had encountered back in the parking lot. There is a ringing sound somewhere. I blink, trying to understand if it's in my head or an actual ringing sound. Like a buzz. 

But, it wasn't my imagination. There's actually something ringing in here. Where is it coming from? My thoughts paused their skepticism when I realized the difference in the air. The light masculine smell, monochrome bedroom walls, and ceilings so high I could fit a giraffe in here.

 Where am I? Whose place is this?

I frantically looked around. The dizziness and light swelling of my body from the earlier explosion didn't cope well with my panicky state right now. I could only move my head, my entire body was aching like someone threw burnt coals on me. Only, I wasn't burned but my skin felt like it had been exposed to severe heat. 

Whatever strength I could manage to muster, I used it to see the dark room I was in. There wasn't much light here, the only source was the moonlight coming from the right through the floor-to-ceiling wide window. 

I got on my elbows, the faded ringing still echoing around. I don't know what was happening but I've never felt this light-headed. The room was spinning and I needed a moment to ensure I was safe and not got kidnapped by Benedict's men. 

I fall back to the cloudy pillow and exhale a breath. I did it for a couple more times, till I was sure the ceiling wasn't gonna drop on me. Or that the bed wasn't shifting. I kept staring at the fan, counting sheep in my head when the ringing sound came again.

This time it was clear and I could differentiate the additional vibration sound that came along with it. I turn my head on the pillow, following the sound on the left. 

There was a bedside table next to me and on top of it was my phone ringing continuously since I could remember. The vibration came from the wood surface it was kept on. I reach for my phone, pulling my numb hand from under the cover and forwarding it towards the desk. 

I pulled it away from the charger with whatever strength I had left and carried it to myself. The phone glowed with another incoming call from Klaus. I didn't think twice before answering the call from my brother. 

But I now think I should've.

"He-" My throat ached. I paused and cleared my throat before answering again. "Hello," This time it came out low but enough for him to understand,

"Jesus Christ, you're alive,"

I close my eyes for a second, relieving the voice of my brother that I thought I wouldn't ever hear again.  "It'll take a lot more than some explosion to kill me, Klaus," 

I know he knows about the explosion and judging the tone of his voice and his greeting that I am alive, I can say he found out. There's no reason to hide it even though I know he will get all emotional and brotherly to me.