The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

Percy's angry green eyes narrowed at me as soon as I stepped through the door and I smile at him, understanding his anger but hoping he doesn't ask me where I decided to run off to while they were out.

Something soft brushes pass my feet.

I glance down, curiously and then I scream.

“Stop it, Phia!” Charlie scolds at me and bends down to pick it up in his hands. “You're scaring her.” He mutters.

I gasp and push myself hard against the wall, instantly forgetting that his still glaring and staring me down. I can't even think straight with that thing in the same room as me. I can already see it's claws and evil eyes, oh my god!

“Charlie,” I scold. It comes off more like a painful whimper when the child smirks in my direction, coming close.

The dark gray and black cat stares up at me as the little evil blonde picks up its paw, wanting the thing to scare me and me to faint and just might, I can feel myself feeling dizzy and uneasy, the churning in my stomach starts—

Percy is suddenly behind his brother and picking him up with the back of his shirt, he places the boy behind him.

Blocking the cat from my eye line.

I blink, staring up at him and his jaw clenches when our eyes connect and I expect him to leave me here with my back pressed against the wall and my breathing too heavy.

A warm hand presses on my chest and he steps closer, the other hand swipes underneath my eyes, catching tears I never knew had fallen. “I didn't know you were.  .  . afraid, he wanted it so I. . . uh. . . I got it?” He quietly says.

I nod my head, liking the way his hand on my helps me to calm down. I slowly glance back at a now worried Charlie.

“It's fine. . . I just—” I stutter, shaking my head. I move my shirt up to show the boys my bare skin. “When I was ten years old. I played with Mrs Finnley's cat, Jacko, and I don't know but he had attacked me, not sure why. But I had to get stitches here and ever since, they just creep me out.”

I feel him move his hand downwards which causes me to quickly drop my shirt but his hot skin touches mine fast.

His hand stays underneath my shirt and slowly starts to draw little patterns on my skin, directly on top of the place I showed them and I smile, warmly at him and at the feel— I love when he draws and traces his invisible drawings on me, especially when his working and I'm next to him, I love it even more then because even though his mind is somewhere else, his body still wants to touch me and be close to me, to let me know that even though his attention is elsewhere, I'm still on his mind— the gesture is amazing.

“I'm sorry Charlie but that thing can't stay here. I might die if it stays any second longer. I'm so sorry.” I quickly blurt.

“Okay, Phia. I understand.”

***

The gray cat was gone within the next thirty minutes, thankfully, both boys left immediately after my weird panic attack and returned without it, much too my relief.

But there was still tension in the room.

A lot of silent, deadly tension that made me uneasy.

Percy didn't bother to question me about where I was while they were gone out or why I even left the damn apartment in the first place, knowing full well that I was sick.

I shift in my comfortable place on the couch, slowly I move a sound, asleep Charlie and secure him before leaving my cuddle buddy and walking towards the kitchen where the sound of something clicking and other noises can be heard— his back is to me but he knows I'm here in the same room as him because he tenses and pauses.

I wrap my arms around myself and I lean against the wall, watching him move around the kitchen and cooking.

“Are you mad at me?” I quietly ask, nibbling on my lip.

The kettle at the side of the room clicks off and I zone my attention at it, frowning at the sleek looking object. I remember not having a kettle or a toaster or a w— I move towards the black item and stare down at in confusion.

“I told you not to buy these things.” I mutter under my breath, sighing and shaking my head. I turn back to him.

My hand reaches before I have time to think and grips his arm when he tries to pass me, still completely ignoring me, he removes my small hand from him and continues.

I stagger backwards and bump into the counter, wincing at the sting of pain that comes from my hip at the bump.

“I'm sorry. I know I should have told you that I'm going out, I just didn't want you to worry about me. I'm fine, I swear.” I figet with my fingers, watching them lock and unlock together. “I know you're angry but maybe you're just over reacting?” I say more clearly and he freezes across me.

His hand slams down hard on the counter and I flinch at the noise but his already stalking towards me, dangerous and menacing eyes that glare down at me and I push myself more into the counter. His hand grips my chin, lifting it up and connecting our eyes again and I gasp.

“You're fucking testing me, amante.” He hisses and pulls me closer, digging his tattooed fingers into my paled skin.

“Where were you?” He questions and his eyes dare me to lie, as if they know something that I don't and I don't answer, I keep my lips sealed and glued and look away.

He grips my chin again and yanks it up, demanding attention again.“Last time, Sophia. Where were you?”

I blink.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

He growls threateningly at me and his eyes darken.

I stay silent when he let's me go and steps back, eyeing me with a mischievous glint in his beautiful dark green eyes.

“Room, Sophia. Now.”

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Recently I've learnt that love sucks and then I reread my book and I was like, fuck, love is amazing! I mean just look at my beautiful characters and their relationship and everyone seems to love it! So thank you guys for reading and commenting. I really appreciate every single one of you so much!❤️

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