Lost in Your Eyes (MxM)

Chapter 5: The Start of Something Special

~Photo of Sara Abraham above~

ALEXANDER

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It had been a week since Sara had left Preston in my care. Katrina, as predicted, had a come-apart about me moving in for a month. I didn't necessarily think it was a big deal, but Katti was practically foaming at the mouth when I got home that night. What annoyed me more was the fact that she wouldn't tell me why she was freaking out so much. She merely told me it was a secret and left in a giggling fit.

Like that was supposed to curb my curiosity. Sure, Katrina.

When I first arrived at the mansion, Sara had been packing her supplies and luggage into the trunk of Mr. Eddington's hummer. Yes, a hummer. Its only odd because you never see them around anymore. But hey, the Hulk needed a monster car to match, right?

Preston had not been happy at all with the outcome. I saw him glaring out at the two from the front door, or at least it looked like he was glaring at them. Maybe the sun gave off enough light for him to somewhat see. I couldn't remember, considering Preston glared at everything, and nothing at the same time. But he'd asked me when they were leaving. I told him by 1:00 o'clock, to which he hadn't responded, merely turned and stalked back into the darkness of his home.

That had struck me as odd. 

What was even weirder was the fact that ever since Sara and Ron had left, Preston had been more on edge than I'd ever seen him before. He'd started refusing help, became crankier, spoke less, wasn't as social. Not that I could say I was very surprised, or that I cared much - I'm lying, I cared a lot. His aversion towards me, however, was allowing me space to think straight. My brain always turned to mush whenever I was around him. Besides, it had already been rumored how antisocial Preston Larks was to begin with. So, I wasn't too perturbed with his random mood swings.

On one particular night, however, I was surprised by the outcome.

I stood in front of the dishwasher, unloading silverware and dishes into their rightful places in the cupboards. I heard a loud crash come from upstairs. Fear coiled around my throat as my mind kicked into hyper-drive. I set down the plates I was holding and rushed towards the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. When I got to the top, breathing heavily, the sight in front of me had my gut twisting.

Preston was sitting on the ground, his back against the wall, and shattered glass was scattered across the entire floor. The hallway was dark, the only light glowing from the cracked door to his office, but that was hardly enough to see properly. His chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath, and from the little light filtering into the hallway revealed a deep frown between his brows. He looked positively enraged, but in the most defeated way.

I knelt down beside Preston and glanced around at all the smashed glass. It looked like it had come from a small vase that used to sit atop the end table propped against the wall of the hallway.

I turned my attention fully to Preston, concern overwhelming me and clogging my throat. "Preston..."