Unsaid

Chapter 8

Seth's POV

I watched her leaving my hand, there was a tug at my heart. I don't why I got that feeling, I shrugged it off and went to the studio.

Well, not a proper studio -cause I make my music on my own. I bought a little place for myself ; where I could practice music alone. Caleb and my gang knew about this place and no one else. I couldn't let anyone to get into my personal stuff. I had some secrets at this minor  place.

I unlocked the door, got inside and  literally sighed at the sight; I needed someone to clean up the mess we created last time, my gang is a crazy bunch of idiots. All they do , is flirt with girls and play video games.

I walked up to my desk, had a look at my previous compositions , from when I last visited . I made some changes, just then; Caleb, Jake, Brian and Dean burst into the door laughing about something. I rolled my eyes and get back on my work.

Dean and Brian were cousins, they used to come to see the fights, so I became friends with them. They were brothers to me just like Caleb and Jake.

"Yo. Did you complete the lyrics?"

I heard Jake, he was my guitarist. I just nodded at him. I checked the time, it was almost 12. My mind went back to Lauren, thinking about how she was doing. Yes, I was worried about her. 
After few hours Caleb and I were playing a game, my phone beeped.

Hey. I did it!

Yes! I knew she would do it. I had faith in her. Wait..Faith? Whats wrong with me? I find myself smiling at the phone.

"Why are you smiling? Is it some girl?" I heard Caleb. All he thinks about is girls. I glared at him and quickly replied back.

I knew you would.

And them I was back on to gaming .

At night I reached home late. I guessed everyone was asleep but it was a only a guess. I saw Lauren in the living room , sitting on the couch - busy with her cellphone.

"Sugar?" I called her out.

"Oh..hi!" She hastily stood up and smiled. Looks like she was expecting me, she was in her sweat pants and an over sized shirt.

"Why are you not asleep?" I asked my voice a bit cold.

"Uhh um.. I..was.." she stammered. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"I was waiting for you." She spat out. Did I hear her correct?

"For me? May I ask why?" I crossed my arms around my chest.

"Um I wanted to tell you what happened today. I was just..but I guess its late and you look tired. I'll tell you tomorrow." She shrugged and turned around and took a step forward.

"Wait." She stopped. "I'm not sleepy. Tell me." I grinned. She lowered her head and played with her fingers. I sat on the couch and she sat beside me. She started her tale, I wasn't interested in her words but in her voice. It was so soft and sweet. I was gawking at her like an idiot, her green eyes, those big glasses were back which hid the beauty of her eyes. I really hate her glasses. I looked down at her lips, pink rosy soft lips. I badly wanted t..

Get yourself together Seth! Don't fall! It will destroy you and her.

My inner voice spoke but I did my best to ignore it. She stopped speaking. "Looks like you had a great day." I smiled.
"Yeah. Brandon and Ayesha are very nice."

"Brandon?" My voice was cold again.

She nodded. "He was the one who brought your grandpa to hospital, he told me that. He was so sweet to me and helped me a lot."

I nodded , and yeah.. I remembered Brandon Trask.

Flashback

It was a usual day, nothing new .I was having my lunch peacefully. My phone started ringing.

"Yes?"

"Seth!" Woah! It was a woman, she sounded stressed.

"Uh yes. Who is it?"

"Its Ayesha. Your grandpa is in hospital!"

When she spoke the last words, my eyes widened, my head started moving in circles. Everything was getting blur.

"Seth? You there?" Her voice brought me back.

"Which hospital?" I said. I was hella scared. My grandpa was everything to me. I rushed to the hospital she told me. I ran up to the reception, " I'm here to see Mr. Clavane. Where is he?" My voice was hoarse. I went upstairs as the lady directed. I saw Hayden standing by the wall. Mom was sitting, tears streaming down her cheeks constantly. I hate when she cries. No matter whatever the situation is -I feel horrible when there are tears in her eyes. There was a girl sitting beside her consoling her I guess she was Ayesha.

I ran up to Hayden, "What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know. Brandon called me saying he is taking grandpa hospital he had a heart attack." There was anger, sadness in his voice.

"Where and who is Brandon?" I furrowed my brows.

"He works with us, Grandpa's favorite person in the company." He sighed.

I tightened my jaw, I was so worried. The doctors were still in there...God knows doing what! My grandpa might be old and sick but he was a fighter. Deep down I had a hope that he would be fine. Whats taking these doctors too long?

Doctors came out with a grim look on their faces. "What happened? How's my father?" I heard mom.

"We're sorry.." no no no.

"We couldn't save him." NO!!

My mother broke down , and she fell on the ground, Ayesha was there to help her. I had no expression on my face. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there facing at the door, seeing my grandpa lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. A tear fell from my eye. I don't cry, I never did. I don't really remember when I last cried. I was screaming internally, he was my father, best friend my everything !

What am I supposed to do now?

I sighed and glanced at Lauren. She was asleep, her head was at the couch. Her hair covering up her face. I stared at her. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. I find myself smiling at her.

I checked the time it was 3 in the morning, were we talking for that long? I took her in my arms, bridal style and carried her to her room. Her hands clutching on to my shirt. I grinned at her, I gently placed her on the bed, she curled into the bed sheets. I realized her fingers were still holding my shirt. I gently loosened her death grip.

I switched off the lights , had a quick glance at the sleeping beauty and closed the door behind me.

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about the beauty;  Lauren held. Her touch was so soft, fragile. I need to protect her from this world after all she is mine.

Mine.