Sixteenth Encounter

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"What the f*** is Toby doing here?!" Chad growled. 

"He's part of the gang and he wants to see her, Chad," Sef explained.

"It's true. You're here," the guy named Toby walks near but before he could come closer, Chad stood in front of me.

"Don't you dare f***ing touch Emily," Chad said in his greeted teeth.

"I'm just here to visit and check Emily, Chad. I have no other intentions," Toby said in his deep voice.

"I don't give a damn about your intention," Chad said and his breathing is now ragged which means that he is now mad. "Get the hell out," he said in a low voice but since his voice is shaky I know that he's raging inside. Why is he acting this way?

"Chad, it's in the past. I will never do what I have done before, I swear," Toby tried to explain.

"Whether it is in the past or not, what you've done will never bring the trust I had for you before. Now, while I'm asking nicely, get out." Chad said and now they are having a stare fight. Toby looks at me and smile.

"I'll visit again, Emily," he said and walks out of the door.

"He traveled all the way here just to visit you, Chad," I heard Travis said.

"I doubt that," Chad snickered. "He did not show his f***ing face for a year and now he knows Emily is here, he'll visit? You're telling me he's here to see me though no visit was made for one year? That's bull****!"

The boys were silent after Chad's declaration. I, too, was not able to say anything. 

"He's still part of the gang. You know no one can change that," Sef said and went to the door. "I'll just go after Toby and talk to him." He said and went out of the house.

"Well, I guess we'll have breakfast with you some other time, Emily," Sebastian said and pats my shoulder.

"It's nice seeing you again, Emily," Travis said and gives me a hug. "We'll get going now."

All of them are gone and now Chad and I are left alone. I walk closer to him and touched his arm but he walks away when I did. He went inside our room and slams the door which made me flinch a little. I decided to talk to him when he calms down and when he comes out from the room but minutes have passed but he's still inside. After an agonizing 20 minutes, I decided to get inside the room. I saw him sitting at the edge of the bed facing the window, his back facing me.  His elbows are leaned against his thighs and his face is buried in his palms. I carefully walk closer and sat beside him. 

"Hey," I said in a hush tone of voice as I place my hand on his thigh. He removes his hands from his face and looks at me. His eyes are mellow and watery. Did he cry? "Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten breakfast yet," I tried to sound cheerful.

"You're mine, Emily," I heard exhaustion from his voice. I smile at him and slide my hand to reach his hand hanging on his thighs. I laced my fingers with his.

"I'm yours... All yours."

He just stared at me and did not speak so I took this opportunity to ask. "Who is Toby? Why are you so mad at him?"

He closed his eyes and sighed. He opens his eyes and stares out of the window. "He tried to get you from me." I remained silent and wait for him to continue. "Since the day I introduced you to the gang I knew there's something fishy with the way Toby treats you. He kissed you, Emily. Two f***ing times and it still pains me to remember how I witnessed it!" I felt him shake from anger and so I squeezed his hand and placed my other hand on his arm. He continues.

"Your life was even in danger because of competing with me for your attention. Damn! It makes me so mad every time I remember!" He cursed and looked at the floor. I leaned my head against his shoulder as I play with his fingers.

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