Our Own Angels

Chapter 13

I hesitantly walk towards the bed. His gaze burns right through me. All of the air sucks out from my lungs and at this moment, the only thing I'm focusing on are his gorgeous hazel eyes. His face is so neutral that I couldn't tell whether he's mad, happy, or upset. I sit down next to him and wait for him to speak. Before he speaks, he licks his lips and keeps eye contact with me.

"Are you okay?" He simply asks. His nose is half a ruler away from mine.

"Yeah. Are you okay?" I ask him. He sighs and stares down at his lap.

"My mom's been gone all day. I have no idea where she is. Most of the time I don't care but since there's a storm, it's crazy how she doesn't even bother to go home. She even left Mira here all alone the whole day!" His voice cracks at the word home. Without hesitation, I lift his head up slowly with my hand and make his light eyes met my dark ones. They are full of sadness, frustration, and overall, disappointment. I know how he feels. My father has never been there for us either since our mom passed.

"How do you know she's not gonna come back later?" I whisper.

"She does this all the fucking time! If she does come home, she'll come back passed out on the kitchen floor covered in her own puke!" He yells. I flinch in surprise but I stay quiet and let him keep talking. He needs to let go.

"You know, I gave up on her a long time ago but Mira...she needs her mom, she needs someone to look up to.." His screams turn into sobs and all I want to do is to hold him in my arms and make all of his problems vanish.

"You...she already looks up to you. I can tell." His red glossy eyes look up at me and when they do, my heart aches for him. I feel his pain and his sorrow by looking at his tear-stained face.

"No, it can't be me. She's gonna end up having trust issues or questioning whether it was her fault. I don't give a fuck if she's there for me anymore but I need her to be there for Mira." He explains.

Silas is opening up to me in a way that I could not deem possible. I almost start to tear up but I fight the urge. This once cold man just turned into a pile of mush in front of me. A pile of sadness, frustration, anger, pain, hopelessness, and a longing for someone all in one, is sitting next to me. Without saying anything, I pull him close to me and embrace him. His body jerks at the sudden contact. My small arms wrap his body and his whole body relaxes. He cries into the crook of my neck and I feel his hot tears against my skin. I can't imagine how long he's been keeping all of this inside and having no one to talk to. In moments like these, I learn to appreciate having Alice in my life. We stay in the same position for what seems like ages but only a few minutes have passed. Our position has shifted so that I am resting my head on his chest as his back rests against the headboard. His one hand plays with my hair and his other hand locks with mine. We stare at our hands clasped together and I can't help but notice how perfectly they fit. The steady heart beats in his chest are the only sounds I hear. When I look at the clock, it reads 11:30. I really don't want to end this peaceful moment of ours but I have to ask the question.

"So...where should I sleep?" I look up at him.

"Where do you want to sleep?" He stares down and smirks.

"I don't know, it's your house."

"But you're the guest."

"Silas..." I whine.

"Ugh fine, I'll sleep on the floor." He sighs and sits up.

"Wait, no. I'm not making you sleep on the floor." I state.

"Do you really think that I'm gonna let you sleep on the floor?" He looks at me as if I'm crazy. I don't answer. "That's what I thought." Silas grabs two blanket from the closet. He places the thick blanket on the floor and grabs a pillow from the bed. He switches the light off and goes to lie down.