Immortal protector

Chapter eight

Chapter eight

The sound of clinking metal woke me up out of my dead sleep. I peel my eye lids open, small rays of light shine through the slit of the curtains from the window. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms out. The clinking has stopped now, I slide off the bed still wearing an old nighty. Ugh I wish I had my own clothes to wear, I wonder if Darek would let me at least grab them. But first a shower.

I run my fingers through my hair trying to make it look decent and not like a bed head disaster. I slowly open the door and step out, I walk up the hallway trying to find Darek to see if he's  awake. I round one of the corners and bumped into a hard muscular wall. I fall to the floor with a loud oof.

"Are you alright?" I hear his deep voice say. I look up, my jaw drops and my eyes widen a little only to see Darek shirtless and sweaty, drying himself off with a hand towel. I try and compose myself by standing up and brushing off. He makes me want to slap that smirk off his face Forming on the corner of his lips.

"I'm fine. I was actually looking for you" he smiles and starts walking up the hall towards the kitchen. I follow close beside him. "What did you want me for?" We reach the kitchen and I sit at the table in one of the chairs. "Umm well I was wondering if at some point in time I could grab my clothes, so I don't have to keep wearing these old make shifts." I say pulling at the ratty material. I look up at him to see him poring a coffee for himself. "Would you like a cup?" He asked over his shoulder. "Yes please, one cream, two sugars." He just nods while making our coffee. He walks to the table and sits across from me and pushed the cup in front of me. "Well I guess we could grab your clothes when your friend isn't home. I'll have to come of course to make sure your okay." I just roll my eyes but don't argue.

Darek makes me eggs and toast for breakfast. It's nice to have someone who can cook for a change besides Mac. I blow out a sigh. I really miss Mackenzie and her craziness, I hate that I have to lie to her, but I know it's for her own good. I finish up eating and wash my dishes in the sink. I ask Darek about a shower and he points the way along with where the towels are. "I'll go grab one of my t/shirts for you and a pair of boy shorts." I just nod and go get ready for my shower, surprising enough the washroom is the most up to date in the house. With it's stainless steel taps and nice decorative porcelain, a big ten person shower, and a huge deep jacuzzi tub. Oh yeah I'm definite spending a lot of time in that.

Dark returns with a grey t-shirt and dark blue boy shorts. I thank him as he leaves and step into the hot warm spray of the shower. I let my body relax for once letting the water envelope me in warmth, goosebumps form on my skin and it feels nice. I step out of the shower grabbing a white fluffy towel wrapping it around me.

Walking back up the hallway towards my room, i round the corner passing all the doors. One of them was opened slightly and I can hear Darek talking to someone. I slow down not helping my self to hear on the conversation. I peek through and see that it is an office/ library its very big with loads of old books, and the lighting looks old fashioned to. I hold the towel tighter to me feeling the draft creeping through. "Yes. Yes I know. But I had to bring her back to my place, you know it's the safest place for her to be." It sounds likes he's arguing with someone. "Mhhm yes sir, I know." I hear a loud sigh. "Yes she knows everything and why it is she has to stay on the down low, I already got it sorted out."

I picture him running his hands through his hair in frustration. I hear more movement, the door closes and I jump and sprint the rest of the way to my room.

Finally feeling a lot better now after the shower and changing into some clean clothes, even though they are way to big for me, there still comfortable. The grey t-shirt reaches mid thigh and the shorts are more like pants. Darek is pretty tall I'm guessing 6'4 making me feel short with me standing at 5'5.

I dry my hair off giving it a slight loose curl. I fold the towel and place it on the chair in my room. I hear soft knock on my door. "Come in" Darek opens the door and leans against the door frame. "How was the shower?" He asks. "It was good thanks, next I plan on trying out that huge bath tub." We both laugh he folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. "Girls and there tubs."

** I know the chapters have been short, I am still trying to get a feel of my own story. But I promise the further more I get with my book the longer the chapters will get.  Anyways read on and enjoy!