bluebird WRATH

Chapter 24 : Reunion

I already had my shower and I feel fresh after the nightly escapade. What a night? I thought to myself as I felt his soft touches against me. Never did I think that I'd accept him, but I knew I was lying to myself and he knew too.

There was no point in drowning the happiness, why would anyone do that?

I shouldn't have ever put him down like that. The remarks I had on him were crap and I guess it took some tears to really find that out.

I get to the laundry room then and put in my clothes to wash; there's a whole week's worth of laundry still undone. When I get to my underwear, I giggle before placing it in.

"Naughty little Alexandra..." a voice says behind me and I'm shocked. I turn around to see someone I don't want. "How are you?" he asks me and I don't want to answer him.

"Come on Alexandra. I won't hurt you."

"And I'll pray for that..." I say, remembering the last time I met him—a week ago, when he was trying to get me a place in his company.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I ask him.

"Aren't you?" he asks me.

"It's only eight. I have to be there at ten." He smiles then leans in closer to me.

"Don't" I warn him, but he doesn't listen.

"I missed you..." he says and I can't help but feel comfortable in his warm space, "New York is boring without you." he tells me in my ear.

I can't have him around me anymore, it's not right. I push him away and get back to the laundry. I close the washing machine door and get out from the tiny laundry space to breathe in air without Damien's carbon dioxide bothering me.

"He was here last night, wasn't he?" he asks me now. His voice is raspier and I'm fretful. "Who?" I ask. "Caivanial Adams. He was here. He was around you, wasn't he? What did he do to you?" he asks me with worry.

Why was he worried for?

His eyes look deep into mine and his palms cover my cheeks. "Alexandra, did he hurt you?" he asks me again. "No! He'd never!" I defend. "

So he was here? He's done something to you hasn't he?" he asks me irritated now.

"He's not done anything to me!" I argue back.

"Yes I have!" another voice appears, Caivanial's. "Get out Wivler!" he yells at him. "What have you done to her?" Damien is with rage. "I gave her the Mark of Mea, asshole. Something you could never do!"

"You idiot!" Damien screams at Caivanial then tackles him to the floor. Damien is on top of Caivanial now and his fingers are sticking into Caivanial's throat. "Stop it!" I yell at them but none of them listen to me.

I go up to them and pull Damien away. It was a huge struggle to get him off of Caivanial. His hands were too bulky and his cologne over powered my nose.

"Get off of him Damien!" I shout into his ear and he finally let's go.

"Alex, you don't know what's going on..." he says and prepares himself for round two. "She knows..." Caivanial tells Damien and I'm in a daze.

What were they talking about?

"It's the Mark of Mea Alex. The tattoo." he reminds me and I'm surprised that he knew what I was thinking about. "I've had it for three months Damien. It's not something new." I defend Caivanial. "But you don't know what it does..." he says and Caivanial immediately punches him on the face.

"Say one more thing, and I'll kill you right here!" Caivanial screams.

I'm mortified by their vigorous fighting but at the same time in shock that Caivanial's keeping something away from me. "No! What were you going to say Damien?" I ask but Caivanial turns to me. "I'll tell you later..." he says in a soft voice.