Lovely

Chapter 7

|Chapter 7|

Paul wouldn't stop grumbling about how I'd shared with Ross and now there was a storm brewing outside. He'd called my brother as soon as we got to my house to ask if anything was wrong with Ross, after I begged him of course. 

"How am I supposed to know?" Josh had responded. I was pacing my living room anxiously. 

"We should just go to heaven," I told Paul. 

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Nova," Paul guided me to a seat and sat me down. "Your'e overreacting. I don't know what's happened to Ross that's got you feeling this way, but I assure you it's not as bad as you think."

"I don't know what to think, Paul," I cut him a glare. "Stop belittling this when it's serious. Ross wouldn't just not show up without saying anything to me."

"Because you're so important to Ross," he scoffed. My eyes widened and so did his at those outlandish words. He opened his mouth to apologize as I opened mine to curse him, but his phone rang, cutting us both off before we had the chance. 

"Hello," Paul cleared his throat. He glanced at me before turning around and walking towards the kitchen. Following after him I'm sure he felt the glare on his back. "Uh, yes, hello Anabel."

I stopped in my tracks at the sound of my real mother's name. Paul stopped too. I know I wasn't able to feel his emotions as he felt mine because he was the guardian, but strong anxiety rolled off of him in waves. He hung up quickly, not even saying a quick goodbye, and turned on his heel as he marched toward the front door. 

"Well?" I sidestepped in front of him. 

"Go to your room and make sure all the doors and windows are locked," he pointed towards the stairs sharply. "I don't have time to argue, Nova, do it."

"What are you going to do?" I questioned, slowly obeying his orders. 

"I'm going to sweep the neighborhood quickly, hurry up," he chastised, with his hazel eyes glowing, and I ran up to my room, locking everything behind me. I waited for Paul nervously in my room, wondering when he was going to be back. It felt like an eternity but in reality he was only gone for three minutes. A few of his feathers fell on my floor and I hastily picked them up as to not make my family members suspicious. 

"You have to tell me what's going on," I told him, squeezing the feathers in my hand. "Paul?" I took a step forward when he didn't answer to witch he responded by holding his hand up. 

"You haven't spoken to Elliot since that night, right Nova?" 

Maybe it was the way he looked at me, or maybe it was the tone he had while asking the questions, but I was feeling a little interrogated. Suddenly he was an adult figure I was wanting to cower away like a small child. 

"N-no," I stuttered, effectively making me look more suspicious. His eyes narrowed, so I decided to speak up again. "No. I promise. Why?"

"Well he attacked Ross," Paul relayed the news and my breath hitched in my throat. Paul looked just as sick as I felt when telling me. "And he's hurt pretty badly. That's what you felt, that's what Elliot wanted you to feel. He's pretty angry."

"Elliot?" I stood there in disbelief of my friend doing something to harm me. "No, Paul, that wouldn't make any sense."

"What doesn't make sense is why he didn't come after me," Paul corrected. I furrowed my brows, not quite getting what he was going at. "I'm the one emotionally connected to you. Granted you can't feel my feelings but if he was going to torture someone close to you to make you feel anything it'd be me. Done correctly you'd be in a lot of pain."