Devotion

Chapter 23 - Divine Intervention

I keep myself facing the tv, eyes glued to the sad chick flick playing on the screen as I hear the door open, the annoying squeak it gives off and then it shut, leaving the apartment with the thickest air it makes it hard to breathe properly.

I stare at the tv for a minute before I mentally curse Axelle, Nobara and Malik's name's before turning around in my seat, resting my chin on the backside of the couch.

"Hey man, it's been a while." I say nonchalantly.

He's still by the door wearing dark jeans, black boots and a black tee that shows off his tattoos and hugs his now broader shoulders. His hair is in his signature messy bun and his face... his expression is haunting, I can't quite put my finger on it.

A smirk tugs up on his lips before dropping. "Y/n." He drags out my name. "You wanted to see me?"

His voice sends shivers down my spine, I hadn't realized just how much I've missed hearing him and seeing him, good lord he must've worked out everyday in there.

In there... prison, because of me.

"Just quit fucking talking."

"I didn't want to see you, no. This was set up between Axelle and Malik, so take it up with them." I snap back feeling the irritation came back.

"Oh, I see." He says and looks away.

What is he upset? I panic and turn back around, instantly cursing myself this time for making things so weird.

"Do you wanna umm, come sit down? I just started this movie."

He lets out a small laugh before sitting down next to me, spreading his legs out to get comfortable but in a way that makes my mouth water.

Enough, focus!

"You cut your hair." He states, boring his purple eyes into me.

"Oh yeah, I needed a change after you know..." We fall into a mutual understanding, but also uncomfortable silence.

We sit and watch the movie for about 20 minutes, but i know for a fact neither one of us was paying attention. I couldn't bring myself to say anything first because what do you say? Nothing I ran through in my mind sounded right, so I just kept quiet and tried to ignore it.

"Are we not going to talk." He says suddenly.

"What do you wanna talk about?"

He pivots towards me and gives me a look. "Y/n."

"Okay, no I know." I take a deep breath and pause the movie. "I don't know where to start..."

"Maybe start with why you didn't so much as call me for 7 fucking months." He spits at me.

I whip my head to him and meet his dark stare, similar to that of that night. "Did you forget what you said to me then? Or did I just fucking imagine it." I spit back.

The vibe of the room went from low key to out for blood in seconds. His eyes darkened even more as he lets the venom spew from his mouth. "I said that because you deserved it after pulling that stunt of saving the man who kidnapped you. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume you had feelings for him."

I stare at him in disbelief as I cock my head to the side. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"You heard me, slut."

Instantly I pounce on him and land a punch to his jaw, the boiling rage in me not even computing with what I'm doing or the murderous look on his face when he looks back at me.