Dollface

Part 61

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When I woke up this time there was no Marco and it was nothing but silence again, I got up and slowly went downstairs, there was a light which means they turned the power back on.

As I enter the living room I look at the clock, it's been three hours, I'm here just in time to find out the news.

10 minutes pass and I anxiously play with my fingers, everyone was waiting to see whose mic would respond first. Price's guy was the first to try to communicate but after several attempts no response.

?: First mic is not responding.

He says shaking his head, my heart is in my throat. Oh god...

??: Second mic is not responding.

Shit. Simon's mic was next, please god please...

???: Third mic is not responding.

Marco's head snaps to me and I can't help it, I clench my jaw to resist the scream that is creeping up my throat. The tight feeling in my chest almost suffocates me, tears welling up in my eyes.

????: Fourth mic...we have an answer!

The man shouts and my jaw drops as I sit up, eager to hear more.

????: Dylan are you there, are you copying?

He turns it up so we can all hear.

?: No, it's me.

A rough, hoarse voice says, my heart sinks into my stomach and I'm instantly an emotional wreck. Simon.

????: Simon? Why are you on Dylan's mic?
S: Everyone else's mics were ripped apart by bullets. But everyone's okay, we're all okay.
M: Son of a bitch!

Marco lets out a laugh of relief, followed by the rest of us as we all breathe a sigh of relief.

M: I thought you were dead for a second.
S: We're heading back south to you, albeit with a few obstacles in the way.
D: What obstacles?

My father chimes in.

S: Apparently Price is useless behind a wheel.

He says dryly before we hear Price's muffled voice in the background.

P: Hi! I'm farsighted, give me a break!
D: Did you get any information on Adam?
S: A lot, more than I even knew.
D: Good. Congratulations guys, the surgery was a success.

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I run the tip of my index finger over the soft pillows for hours until my eyes feel heavy, the haziness of the hour lulling me into an uncomfortable sleep.

How long I've been sleeping is beyond me when I wake up and there's no light peeking through the curtains, I've slept for so long but I still long for it because I have nothing but the company of my unbearable thoughts.

Every time I hear footsteps walking past the room my heart starts beating faster, although every time it's never been Simon. I assume it's either Marco or one of my father's men.

But then suddenly the door creaks open. I immediately shoot up from the mattress and sit up to see a tall dark figure standing at the door. Then the light comes on and I can clearly see that Simon is standing at the foot of the bed.

His eyes immediately meet mine, with a serious expression, within seconds I'm fighting my way out of the covers and throwing myself at him like a desperate koala.

The action surprises him at first, leaving him with his arms outstretched at his sides as I cling to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his torso. Never in my life have I missed someone's touch so much when they're not in the room. It's like a drug so much slower and I just don't know what to do with myself.

But now that he's here, I'm holding on to him for dear life. Like if I let go, maybe he'd leave again. After standing there frozen for a moment, Simon's arms slowly closed around my waist in a hug. I think he knows how I feel, that I don't want to let go. So he just tightens his grip on me to reassure me that he's not going anywhere.

S: Hi-

I squeeze every ounce of desperation in my limbs to tighten the hug.

S: Ah-Shi- okay.

He groans and immediately, instinctively, I rip myself out of his arms and fall to my feet. I know for a fact that he was in some sort of discomfort or pain.

I: Shit - sorry, are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Is it bad?

My words came out as quick wanders. I let my hands hover over his chest before stroking his head and checking his face for any injuries.

S: Isa.

He laughs with that adorable smile I love as he grabs my hands and pulls them away from his face.

S: Isa, I'm fine.

His voice brings my worry to a halt. I stare at him wide-eyed as he traces the outline of my lips with his thumb.

S: I never tend to miss anything... but shit, I fucking missed this.

Simon's gaze gradually travels to my eyes. I can't control myself as I lean forward and bring his head down to capture my lips. He kisses me back just as urgently as I do, even though they are short and soft, it's those urgent kisses that keep my sanity hanging by a thread.

To his dismay, I pull away after only a few seconds and wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face against it.

I: If it hurts so much to be away from you for just two days, then Lord, help me if you're gone longer.
S: It doesn't matter how long I'm gone.

He holds me tightly against him as he gently kisses my shoulder.

S: Because I'll always come back.
I: Do you promise you won't go anywhere?
S: I don't make promises. But it doesn't matter where I go or how long I'm gone, because nothing will change the way I feel about you.

My breath catches in my throat, eyes closing in an attempt to ease the sudden tightness in my chest at his words.

S: I refuse to lie to you anymore, it's not worth it, and it will only upset you when you realize the truth. I don't want to hurt you anymore... I've done enough of that, and I can't bear to see you like that again.

I've always admired his honesty and intrigued by his confidence, it only added to his character and gave me another reason to fall in love with him even more.

I: I trust you.
S: Do you at least understand what I'm saying?
I: Yes.

I pull back to study his face for a few seconds. He seems nervous. Like he's worried I might be mad at him, but surprisingly I'm not. I understand what he means; he's just being protective.

S: So you're not mad at me?

My mouth curves ever so slightly into a small grin before I kiss his lips gently.

I: No.
S: Are you sure?

I giggle and leave another kiss on his lips.

I: Yes.

His eyes search every inch of my features just to be sure.

S: I love you.
I: I love you too.

Afterward, he goes to take a shower and I wait for him in bed. As I lie flat on my stomach, cheek pressed against the soft pillow, I hear Simon's light footsteps dart across the room, followed by a shuffle.

He knows I'm awake, just like he knows everything else.

I spend the next three minutes listening to his movements until he reaches the bed on the empty side. I lift the covers up so he can slip into them, and he does so silently.

We don't speak as he lays down next to me. I don't really understand what it means to be so comfortable with a person that you don't even have to speak. It's very abnormal for me.

I: I'm so glad you're okay.

He silences me with a slow kiss, he pulls me close to him, lifts my leg around his waist and snuggles us in the warmth of our bodies.

I couldn't think of a better way to fall asleep.