The Siren's Voice Calls

Chapter 16

Monday morning came and I remained in bed. I had become sick to my stomach since Saturday night. Not because I had too much alcohol, but because I was disgusted with what happened at the bar. I didn't eat at all Sunday, so I was throwing up stomach acid and dry heaving for the last twenty four hours. The brothers were really worried about me. Peter tried to get me to eat, but I was too depressed to eat more than just one bite. I couldn't hold anything down.

My pillowcase smelled like salt from being soaked with my tears, all dried up now. I cried so much that my eyes were swollen and no more tears would escape. Not even Peter playing the piano could bring me peace. He never stopped trying to hold me and ease my suffering, though. Sunday evening, his attempt to console me was heart wrenching and did somewhat lessen the burden I bore. The words he spoke to me were, 'Sweetness, being capable of violence doesn't mean it is in your nature. Look at me for instance. I am capable of violence and considered dangerous myself. I have even acted on it before. Do you believe me to be violent? Please, do not be so hard on yourself.'

Hearing a knock on my door, I turned over in bed to see who it was. As I expected, Peter poked his head through the door to check on me. He came and laid down on top of the blankets, putting his right arm around me. I held his arm to my chest as if it was treasure, something to be cherished. "My sweet angel, seeing you like this is killing me on the inside. I do not feel right to leave you here alone." "No, you must go to school. Please, don't miss any more days on my account." "It will not hinder me at all, and I want to be here with you. Remember? I sense how you feel, so when you are feeling down, I am and I am compelled to make it for the better."

Peter's words touched me, but I was still scared of myself. Turning over to face him, I looked into his piercing gaze. The warmth and breathtaking glow of his emerald eyes enveloped me. Overcome with a sense of need, I reached up with my left hand to comb my fingers through his gorgeous dark hair. The words I then spoke just escaped my lips as a whisper without even thinking. "Kiss me, Peter." He smiled and slowly brought his face down to mine. Hovering over my lips, he brushed his from side to side against mine, barely touching. I grumbled with impatience, which made him chuckle.

"You're teasing me!" I exclaimed frustratingly as I pouted. With a smile, he responded, "All the better to make you want it more." "Please?" After I begged for it, he fulfilled my need for him. He knew exactly what he was doing. Peter's attempt at pulling me out of the darkness was slowly, but surely working. (What would I do without you, my dark knight?) My stomach growled, which caused him to stop his caressing. Within a flash, he was out of the room and a couple minutes later, back in the room with food light on the stomach for me to eat. I managed to eat more than one bite slowly, taking my time.

Throughout the day, my physical health was gradually increasing back to normal. Peter stayed with me the whole time just holding me. It was a comfort to feel his affection, at the same time as getting to know him more with each word we spoke as the hours went by. It still amazed me how easy it was to talk to him. I never had that with anyone in my life until Peter. The feeling I had for him deep inside was growing in intensity, but I knew I could not express how I felt in full. Knowing it was still too soon, I kept my mouth shut. I was afraid to lose him if I let him know.

Later that early evening, Drogo had come home late from school. After knocking on my door, he came in to tell me I had a guest waiting for me downstairs. Seeing the confusion on my face, Peter assured me that it was the professor. Both brothers left me to get ready. I took a really quick shower and put on my baggy yoga pants and a t-shirt, comfortable casual wear. As I was going down the steps, Peter took my arm, concerned I may still be weak, and led me into the living room. It surprised me that Professor Jones would pay me a visit at the manor. I was on edge, worried something was wrong.