Blurred Sentimentality

Sirens (Ch. 50)

Olivia

There stood the man I loved, frozen, with his dad pointing a gun at him. I didn't know what type of messed up situation they were in before, but I didn't think of the consequences. I stormed out and rushed in front of Chaz. Chaz's eyes widened then glared at me. I still couldn't believe that I was out of my little shield. I moved my eyes to the man, who looked like an exact older version of Chaz.

He had thick dark hair, with a few gray streaks, and deep, blue eyes. His jaw was defined and his features stood out perfectly. Anyone would've thought he was good-looking for his age. I turned to look at Chaz, who was still glaring down at me.

His dad already put the gun away. He was just blankly staring at the both of us.

"Who do we have here?" He slightly smirked, and Chaz violently pushed me behind him.

"I think it's time you leave." Chaz said.

"I have work to do, anyways." He looked at his watch. "Your time is ticking, son."

"And you." He pointed a finger at me. "You didn't see anything, understood?"

And like that, he turned and exited the apartment. The moment the door closed, Chaz collapsed on the sofa. His breath was ragged and I could tell he was very anxious. I cupped his face and decided I wasn't going to ask him any questions now.

"Just rest." I said slowly, pulling him up by his arm. I took him to the bedroom and made him lie down, then sat next to him on the bed.

"Why did you come out?" He asked, not looking at me.

"We will answer questions later." I placed a kiss on his head, then lied down next to him.

"I don't know what to do." He murmured and snaked his arms around me. "I'm sorry I have to be so fucked up."

I didn't say anything and ran my fingers through his smooth hair. I was shocked. Very. My heart was beating in my throat, and having a conversation now was going to stress Chaz even more.

He sighed and closed his eyes.  I placed a light kiss on his cheek, then his lips, then all over his face before he calmed down. I couldn't believe a gun was pointed at him. In front of my own eyes.

Soon enough, I drifted to sleep too, and I didn't wake up before Sunday morning. -or afternoon. My eyes opened at 1 pm. The direct sunlight would usually wake me up, but Chaz's dark bedroom didn't help. I didn't find Chaz next to me, so I got up immediately. I brushed my teeth and fixed my messy bun before I went to the living room.

Chaz was on his phone, in front of the TV. He didn't notice that I was there before I stepped closer. His eyes fell on me, but he didn't say anything. I walked up to him and sat by him on the sofa. We didn't talk for about two minutes before he broke the ice.

"Thanks."

"Why?" I asked.

"For everything. For understanding, taking care of my fucked up ass, just thank you." He murmured.

I placed a hand on his cheek and his lazy blue eyes explored mine. "That's one time compared to all the times you took care of me."

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

I dropped my hands by my sides and scanned him. His dark hair was in messy peaks and he had small dark bags under his eyes. His seductive full lips were in a rosier shade than usual, but overall, he didn't look well-rested. I wanted answers from him, so many answers, but argued with myself about when to ask. I kind of didn't want to know, but I had to, and the sooner the better.