Unraveling Juliet

Seven

Obscure, vague, lonely Manhattan streets were surrounding me. It was a rather windy night, and I was gripping onto my jacket trying to preserve the warmth of my body. Despite the dangers outside, I still had a work to go to, and a home to get to every night after my shift. The only difference tonight, was that I had to walk five blocks less than I would regularly have to because I was going to show up at Caleb's doorstep.

Despite his overprotective manners and his need to be around me, I had convinced him to let me walk to his place, there wasn't a need for him to pick me up when I had two perfectly healthy legs that could take me anywhere I wanted to. It had been a few weeks since I last saw him, and I was looking forward to encounter him today. We were both growing accustomed to each other. He was making efforts to be as gentle and delicate as possible with me, to protect me, way too much and be loving, and caring around me. As of myself, I still had trouble getting accustomed to his anger problems, his sudden mood swings, the danger that that I was exposed to whenever I was with him, the risk and the possibilities of peril whenever I was alone. Having all these factors in mind, I was aware of all the terrible things that may happen in the future, but I liked the thrill and the feeling that came along with it. It was the way I felt around him that made me cherish every single moment I was around him. I knew he enjoyed my company too.

I felt felicitous when I stood outside the familiar building. I strongly pushed the door and headed straight to the elevators. After knocking on the door once Caleb swiftly opened the door. His tall frame was leaning against the door. His blue orbs were peering down at me, and his plum lips were formed into a cheeky grin.

"Hello gorgeous."

"Hey." I shyly smiled at him.

I couldn't help but blush. With just one glance, Caleb made me feel self conscious. My glittery Vans suddenly became very interesting. Caleb laughed at me and cupped my chin with his fingertips.

"You don't have to be shy, love." He said. "We've known each other for a few months now."

He then moved out of the way allowing me inside. The television was on, playing what seemed to be college football. I took my jacket and purse off, placing them in the kitchen counter. Caleb came behind me and held me by my hips, with his front pressed to my back. He leaned down and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I've missed you.." He confessed. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"I've been busy" I bluntly replied.

Caleb chuckled at my comment and kissed my cheek. "Good thing you're here tonight.''

He then turned on the light and read what seemed to be a menu. I realized he had some fresh cuts on his knuckles, and on his forehead too. He had gotten in another fight, and hadn't bothered in telling me. What a little prick. Part of the reason he was avoiding me must have been because of bruises and cuts. How could he not tell me such thing?!

"Chinese or Pizza?" He asked, staring down at the paper. Apparently it wasn't obvious my change of mood. This was a big deal to me. How could he be so oblivious? It was blatant that he had gotten in a fight.

"Did you get into a fight?" I hissed at him.

I immediately diverted his attention, from the paper to my face. He glanced at me and his lips parted. He had a a motionless expression plastered on his face, which added to the fire.

"Yeah" He casually replied.

"And you did not bother telling me?"

He did not reply.

"What is it with you not telling me when you get in fights? For all I know you could get killed and I wouldn't know. Stop getting in trouble. Stop being stupid!" I blurted out.