.Rise And Fall.

.Rise and Fall. (40)

|Chapter: 40|

"RENA! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR", the banging on the door continued.

I actually shut the door on his face. I was in no mood to talk with him or deal with any of his tantrums. He need to chill for potato's sake. On top of it, he is drunk. Anything but his drunkass is what I don't want to see right now.

Sal was pacing the living room floor trying to calm himself down from walking outside. While I covered Annie's ears to the extent I can so that she don't have to register the strong language.

"I FUCKING NEED TO TALK TO YOU. YOU STAY AWAY FROM THAT DICK-ADAMS-HEAD."

"Thats it", Sal was clearly frustrated and started towards the door. NO!

"Anne please do me a favour. Go to Sal's room, lock the door and don't come down until I ask you to", I knelt to meet her small height. She immediately nodded and went upstairs.

Then I ran after Sal. But it was too late, he already unlocked the door for the monster to enter. Nick barged inside pushing Sal out of his way, before standing infront of me. Even though he was drunk, I know he had his full sense.

"We need to talk", he said, took hold of my wrist and started dragging me outside the door.

Like Sal just got his senses back, he hold my other wrist, "She's not going anywhere with you. Specially when you're drunk your ass down."

Nick turned his gaze to Sal and then to where he was holding my hand. His eyes turned into slits as he grip tighten. My eyes immediately travel to his free hand that turned into fist. This was bad.

"Uh Sal", I looked at him with my pleading eyes. He shook his head saying, "No."

"Please", I pleaded. He sighed after a long time and then let go off my hand.

Seconds later we were outside with the door shut behind me. I pulled my hand away from him. I don't like when he is like this and drunk. He thinks that he rules everything in just a snap of his fingers. Leaning on the closed door, I folded my arms as I wait for him say whatever he has to say.

"Don't look at me like you hate me", he said running his hand through his hair as he stared at me with his intense eyes. Stop doing that. I was already melting.

'Well, you do stuffs to make me mad but I can never hate you stupid.'

I didn't say a word.

"Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you before. But that dickhead kissed you." Now he was pacing the porch muttering curses under his mouth.

'On the cheek. But why does that bother you so much?.'

Still I kept my mouth shut.

"I don't like it. Fuck! I hate it."

"Why?", my voice finally came out but quietly.

He stopped walking and came to stand infront of me before cupping my face.

"Because.. because", he hesitated, closing his eyes he took a deep breath. "Because we cuddle and I don't like other boys touching what is mine", he confessed.

'Then why don't you just ask me out and officially make me yours. You know I'll say yes in a heartbeat', I wanted to scream this to him but always like a coward that I am, I stopped myself. But what's stopping him?

"And then I see you in his clothes. That makes me more mad", he gritted his teeth.

Not knowing any other way to calm him down, I just wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled him closer to me. My one ear meet his familiar thumping of heart, that crazily beats everytime I'm close to him just like the first time. Do I make him nervous?