Always Silent

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I grouch in exasperation my face reddening with anger, what a cool guy! Just walks around here like a boss and I'm some sort of assistant...without the gorgeous curves in a short fitted skirt, I haven't actually done chores here either, and I'm pretty sure we're not going to do things bosses are usually acclaimed for doing with their assistants.

Oh to hell with it! He walks in and out like he owns the place, which technically he does. But for the past few days he's been...in and out but once I take a step towards the door he's suddenly there! Waiting there with an expression that's speaks far to freaking loud, 'and where do you think you're going?' that's what I'm gathering from his eyes and the way his taut chest rises signalling his near appendence for control.

It's finally time to get out of here, I miss running, I miss seeing my brother, I miss knowing that I'm alone because there's no one but me too rely on. That was one of the things Maxwell had made me afraid to do.

To have the strength to care for another human being. To hold such a huge responsibility on my shoulders again. To know that another's safety relies on my care. I can't handle it, after Maxwell knowing my responsibility for his care is the reason he is dead...the reason someone who isn't me is decomposing in a grave. Not that Nik is my responsibility but what if I become attached and then he does? How will I handle the pressures of having him in my life, then to have him die right in front of me because of my stupid decisions? You're right I can't, not now...or ever. I'm not going to risk it I've been dejected for three years and I'm barely alive now so my semblance for love will never happen I don't want to be emotional it's too risky.

Putting on a pair of shorts that I happened to rummage from the set of clothes Nik had given me yesterday. I knew they were pre-owned due from the fact they were a bit worn and there was a faded name on some the labels, but other than that I filled them out and I saw a return in my weight.

I groan, that's the other thing, Nik is a really great cook, something I had never expected from a handsome young man like him. But every night I am on that table no questions asked, the second night I had refused because I wanted to go, but Nik badgered me with his ghostly eyes which grew irritated and I became a little overwhelmed by him being around me so I ate so he could leave me alone. It worked until the next morning when I headed off to school.

I put on a pair of my trainers Nik had strangely left by the door so I knew he had been through my bag and was taking consideration for even the things that weren't school items.

Quinn felt, strange as she approached the door. As if Nik would burst in like he had known what she had been up to?

Quinn wouldn't dare to go near the window she's too afraid of heights considering she's on the second floor and there is nothing to catch her if she falls while climbing down the pipeline. Making her way to the door since the time is like...fiveish.

Or maybe four in the morning but who gives a ball crap she slept really badly, dreams about Maxwell's fifth birthday were on her mind and she couldn't seem to shake them off so she knew she needed to run off her anxiety. Jutting her chin up she let down her fist and walked quietly down the passageway. This house is full of mystery rooms and so Quinn doesn't know which one Nik sleeps in.

Adjusting the sleeve on her long sleeved thermal shirt while carrying her bag full of books and clothes Quinn confirmed that the coast is clear before making her way to the front door.

But she is disappointed to see a form standing in front of the doorway with a smug grin on his face. He looked hot as ever in his boys boxers a black set with small skulls on its material.

"Dammit," she cussed loudly, ruffling her bags she stood tall, and spoke without flinching from his strong stare of effective sexiness...oh come on! "I'm going out," she spoke confidently and hoped that it covered her internal fear.