My Master

Chapter 13

Talia;

I was behaving like an anxious wife, but I couldn't help myself. I was worried about him. He had just left without saying anything. But at least Dalia was gone. I don't think I would have survived if she was in this house. She would probably be blaming me for all this.

"Calm down, Talia" Leah said trying to stop the pacing up and down that I was doing in the kitchen.

"I wish I could, but I can't. I'm worried about him. He left without his car"

I was scared.

Scared that something might happen to him.

"He does that sometimes. He sometimes goes for a run to let off some steam. Although he never misses dinner like he did tonight"

That just made me more anxious.

"I don't know what I did wrong Leah. One minute we were talking and the next he is punching the damn wall and storming out of the house." I sighed finally sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Kayden can be-"

"Be a bit too much to handle. And it seems like you're not strong enough for someone like Kayden. I mean you're already crying after a small fight" a voice interrupted Leah, finishing off her sentence for her.

I recognized the voice instantly and groaned loudly.

"I am not in the mood for your bitchy bickering Ren" I replied her.

Leah seemed surprised by my response. But I wasn't. I was getting the feeling that everyone was thinking I'm a pushover in this house and I was not liking it one bit. But I didn't want to put Kayden in a situation where every time he would go out he had to worry about coming back home and finding his pet straddling a certain maid and trying to pull out her hair.

Thankfully after my response, Ren had walked out leaving me with Leah.

"My God Leah, what should I-" I was cut off as I head the front door opening and closing.

I ran out of the kitchen, my eyes searching everywhere for him.

And then I saw him. He was standing there with his black shirt unbuttoned and it looked wet, his white vest was full of... blood. I immediately sprung into action. I don't know if it was out of concern or the adrenaline rush that came with the thought of him being hurt.

"Oh my God... Oh my God." I chanted running towards him.

My hands ran up and down his body frantically, searching for the wound that had caused him to bleed so much.

And surprise surprise, I didn't find any. Upon realising that the blood wasn't his my hands immediately froze.

I looked up at him and saw his expression changing from confused to worried. I took a step away from him, my eyes on my now bloody hands.

"Lia-" he said taking a step towards me.

I took a step back, holding my hands up to show him he shouldn't come any closer.

"Lia-" he tried again but I shook my head

My heart was pounding and suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Jesus, Lia calm down" he almost shouted.

But I was way to absorbed in regulating my breathing to hear him. I tried closing my eyes, so that the sick images forming in my head of how he got soaked in that much blood would evaporate. But they didn't.

My knees gave out in panic and his arms snaked around my waist holding me up almost instantly.

I snapped out of my dreadful trance as soon as his hands came into contact with my body. I gathered as much strength as I could and pushed him away.