The Last Hour

Part 11

Roan's POV:

It's been about two hours since we arrived back at Cronus's place, we were told that he was attending to some important business then.

I stare at myself in the foggy mirror, a towel was wrapped around my waist and I mutter to myself, "Stupid heart, you're playing with my emotions." I run my fingers through my damp hair as I ignore the idea of wanting to leave this place and find him.

A knock interrupts my thinking, I glance at the door and say, "Who is it?"
I touch the injuries that are now bandaged and I sigh.

"Roan, how long are you going to be in there?" Lilian asks from the other side.

I roll my eyes, I walk over to the bathroom door and open it to see Lilian looking up at me. A smug smile plays on my lips and I say, "Why do you ask? Got a hot date or something?"

She punches my shoulder, scowling at me and says, "You're one to talk, Mister. Now move, I want to shower." Her eyes don't meet mine at all as she says this.

I frown at her, I move out of the way and I blandly reply, "You're meeting Cronus aren't you?"

Her shoulders sag in defeat, she looks over at me and says, "He wants to know what Bram did while I was in his custody."

I feel a deep pang in my stomach at the thought of my older sister telling Cronus where Bram lived and I say, "You're not going to tell him where Bram lives right?" Seriously my liking of Bram is noticeable enough for her to know that I like him.

She chews on her lower lip, not meeting my gaze again and mutters, "I mean if he asks, I don't have a choice but to tell him." She closed the bathroom door without saying anything else and she leaves me with a lot of questions running through my mind.

I shake my head, muttering some things to myself that Bram was just a guy and I could find another at a bar or something like that. I go over to the closet, pulling out a tank top and black skinny jeans. I grab my phone and call out, "I'm going out for a bit! I'll text you when I get to the place!"

I wait for a few to see if she'll reply, she doesn't and I grab my phone off the bed. I put on some motorcycle boots and leave Cronus's house; heading to the cafe on Westminster Street.
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I quietly sit in the cafe, my cup of Chai in my grasp as I think about stuff... Alright, fine, I was thinking about Bram for the thousandth time today. I give out a small sigh, running my fingers through my hair and I grasp onto some strands.

"It's a surprise seeing you here," a low, husky voice replies next to me. The bar stool creaking slightly at the added weight.

I suppress a groan, I hid my face from him and I don't say anything. When I thought I could drink away my problems and yet the problem is here. I clear my throat, I look at him and say softly, "Hey..."

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, Bram takes a sip out of his shot glass and says, "He speaks." Laughter flints across his face as he stares at me with his grayish-blue eyes darker than before.

I chew on my lower lip, searching for answers on his face and found ditto. I put on a small smile and I say, "Why did you say that it was a surprise for me being here?" Confusion played on my face as the smile slowly dissipates.

Bram shrugs slightly at my question, his eyes scanning the cafe and says, "So what drink are you drinking?" He nudged my arm, his eyes not looking at me.

I look down at my Chai, I shrug my shoulders and I say, "Chai. You?" I look over at him, realizing that his eyes were glassy and I reply, "How many shots did you have?"

Bram glances at me, a sly smile playing on his lips and teasingly says, "Roan, are you worried about me?"

I keep down a blush that threatened to come onto my face, I shake my head and stutter out, "N-no! I j-just...--" I trail off, my face now turning deep red; embarrassed.

He laughs at my stuttering, he shakes his own head and he looks at me. His face was now sober and says, "I'm joking, Roan. Unless you are?" His voice goes low after he said that and he grabs his refilled shot glass.

No way, you are so not having another drink. I thought to myself, I snatch the shot glass out of his hands and I nervously look around the cafe to find a place to dump it out. The only place was the bathroom and I don't think I can make it.

"Hey!" Bram exclaims, his eyes wide in shock and tries to get it out of my hands.

I yank it away from his grasp, I exhale softly and I bolt to the bathroom. I made it into the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror who was still holding the full shot glass. I chew on my lower lip, but then I was turned around to face the person.

Bram was standing rather close to me, his hands resting on both sides of the sink and says in a low voice, "Roan, hand me the drink."

I swallow nervously, I shake my head in argument and notice he was pinning me against the sink. I look down at him, noting that he was waiting. I hold it behind me, over the sink and I say, "I think you had enough, Bram."

He growls lowly in response, his eyes narrowed at the alcohol and says to me, "Roan, don't you dare." His hands grasp onto the sink, tighter as he tried to remain calm. Well as calm as he could be while drunk.

"Answer this one question then. Did you drive here?" I ask him, my grasp on the shot glass was getting sweaty and I wait.

He eyes the shot glass once more, his gaze slowly reached mine and says, "Why do you care? Hmm?" Bram's lips tighten as he stares into my eyes.

I sag my shoulders in defeat, I look at the shot glass and say, "Because I care about you too much. So did you or did you not drive here?"

"Yes, I bloody drove here... You know what I'll just leave and go home." He mutters, the pressure of his body against mine disappeared as he walked out of the bathroom.

I give out a groan, I set the shot on the sink counter and I walk out of the bathroom as well. I go after him, and I say, "Bram, wait!!" Damn, for only being a few feet smaller than me he sure can walk fast. I soon reach him and his car, which was really fancy and I grab his wrist to stop him.

Bram turns around abruptly, pushing me against his car and growls out, "Don't touch me." His breathing was quite heavy and hell if I knew what demons he hid.

I look at him, my body feeling tingly in the worst places and I say, "Let me drive you home at least, so you don't kill yourself while driving under the influence of alcohol." A shy smile plays on my lips as I wait for him to give me his car keys.

He growls again, disproving it and then he huffs, "Fine, if it makes you go to bed at night." He lets go of me, fishing into his pockets for his car keys and as soon as he found them he gave them to me.