Mr. Possessive

Chapter 11.

Chapter 11

Quietly unlocking the door to my apartment, I snuck in not wanting to disturb Kyle. I would tell him what I did but I need sometime alone to calm down.

Guess I wasn't that lucky.

"Thank you for gracing us with your presence your highness".

Startled out of my wits, I turned to see Kyle on the couch with a mask of indifference on his face.

But I knew better. He was anything but calm. He was livid.

"I'm sorry. I meant to call but..."

"Save it Maya" Standing up he walked towards the kitchen.

Like a lost puppy I followed him, my heart won't take it if he was mad at me. We hardly ever fought and when we did. He was the one who'd be in trouble every time.

"Kyle I know I messed up. I know I should've called but please try and understand its spilled out of my mind."

"Slipped out of your mind?" He flipped towards me with a look so dark and terrifying, it made me take a step back.

"Do you even realize what had been going through my mind?" He bellowed, making my eyes stink with tears but I couldn't let them fall. "I called Kate and Maria, thinking that maybe you're with them"

Take a deep breathe, he let out. "I thought he took you" I gasped, realizing how much I messed up.

Taking a few deep breathes, he stalked closer to where I stood and pointed a finger at me. "Don't you ever do that shit again Maya. Because I would rather die than lose you again." He turned around towards his bedroom and slammed the door loud enough to make the walls shake.

I stood there frozen, not realizing past my own agony that I made Kyle, my only family, suffer.

*****

Only after taking a long shower and having a cup of coffee could I think straight. My phone which was off had dozens of calls from Kyle, Kate and Maria. But the most surprising missed call was from

Elijah and a couple of messages as well. Asking where I was and if I was okay.

I knew I had to do something about this, but the most important task at hand right now was win Kyle forgiveness. I knew I messed up and I was going to make up for it. Going straight to the kitchen I started making his favorite pasta and chocolate lava. There's no way he won't melt at this.

The only time he was this happy, was when he almost killed someone for me.

I shuddered at he thought and pushed it away. I didn't need more stress to add on my plate.

After an hour when everything was done, I placed the food perfectly on the tray and walked towards his door.

Knocking, I stepped back and waited for him to open. It took a while but when he did open the door, the guilt came rushing back. His eyes bloodshot and hair disheveled but he did look calm.

"I made your favourite" Sheepishly, I pushed the tray forward. His gaze when down to the tray and he visibly swallowed.

Looking at him pleadingly, I whispered "I'm sorry for worrying you but please talk to me"

He stepped back, giving me way to come inside and I sprang to action, not wanting him to change his mind. I set the tray on his bedside and sat down. Looking at him, I patted the space beside me.