TILL DEATH DO US PART {COMPLETED}

Awkward

Seth's POV

I'm awakened by the sound of a scream,  Becky!!!

The thought of her getting hurt scares me worse than I've ever been scared in my life, strange but I have no time to ponder over it.

I rush out the door in the direction of her room but halt, someone might have broken into the house and they most likely have a weapon so I have to also be armed.

I look around the hallway finding and grabbing a baseball bat. I rush into the room but the sight I meet isn't one I expected to and the baseball bat drops from my hands.

Becky's on the bed, her eyes screwed shut, she looked she was having a bad dream... no, horrible nightmare.

Becky's POV

I open my eyes slowly feeling warm and cozy. For the first time in a long time I don't wake up in a  pool of sweat. When did I buy such a warm teddy bear and why is it so...bony?
Wait, I don't have a teddy bear!!!

Which is unsettling, there's something different, I look in the direction of the ' teddy bear'.

I must be either having a really weird dream or hallucinating if not why the hell is Seth on my bed???

I almost barf when I realize our position.  I should've known better than to let him take me own, so typical of men, take advantage of you when you're at your weakest point.

" Seth! " I yell infuriated, using my both hands to try pushing him off the bed but he doesn't budge which frustrates me.

Without thinking it through I kick him where it counts.
" Ow! " he groans in pain, instantly waking up, as he rolls all over from the bed and onto the floor, clutching his groin in pain.

" What the hell Rebecca? " He yells, from the floor, the rage in his eyes frightening and the pain in those same eyes gut wrenching. Somehow he manages to stare me down even when he's below me.

" You pervert! What are you doing on my bed? " I yell back refusing to be intimidated by him, as he stands to his feet I slap him across the face, " I don't know what was I was thinking letting you into my home, I should've known better!" I accuse furiously
" What the hell are you even saying, you were..." He tries explaining himself but I don't want to listen to whatever lie he's about to tell.

I swing my arm, wanting to slap him but he angrily catches my arm midair, his eyes blood shot from rage, I try releasing my arm but he's too strong, I try head butting him but he's one step ahead of me and leans back in time, I don't stop struggling though, " Would you stop and listen!" He instructs and I reluctantly stop struggling.

His grip is vice like and I wince in pain, Seth immediately he realizes he's hurting me he loosens his grip on my wrist.

" Look I was in the guest room when I heard you screaming. I rushed in here  to come check on you and I got really scared by the sight I met. You were screaming, sweaty, pale and you looked like you were hunted.
I tried waking you up but you wouldn't budge, instead you kept calling for Charlotte, so in panic I embraced you and you calmed down, I tried untangling myself from you but you wouldn't let me go, so I had no other choice but to sleep with you" Seth explains honestly and I immediately feel a pang of guilt. The nightmares...

" Oh and Becky my balls aren't your punching bag... just for future reference" he adds, before letting go of me. Talk about adding salt to an open wound.

"I'm really sorry about... that" I reply ashamedly as I scratch the back of my bed. " I'm just very guarded and..."
" Insecure."  Seth interrupts.

I come up with several retorts but swallow it knowing deserve what he said.

There's an akwardly uncomfortable silence that follows but then I remember I haven't contacted Charlotte.

" Shit " I unconsciously say out loud as I pick up my phone.
" What's wrong?" Seth asks honestly concerned.
" Nothing, I just remembered that I haven't contacted Charlotte. She must be worried sick" I sigh heavily as I make the last part of my sentence. I know how protective she is of me, which is sometimes annoying but anyone who knew the things about me she did would too, I know she's just trying to be a good bestie.

God knows how many scenes she's already made up in her head, that girl and her crazy imagination.

As I dial the number I hear her ringtone in the room Seth and I are in. I doubt the possibility, it might just be a coincidence.
I'm about to shrug it off and redial her but then I hear suppressed laughter from a voice that's unmistakably Charlotte's.

Oh no!!!

I follow the sound to the door of the bathroom and Slowly open it to see...
" Charlotte? " I ask confused.
" She's not here" She replies.

This can't be good.

I sigh heavily knowing I've got a lot of explaining to do and teasing to endure.