I no longer had any appetite. The master bedroom is just as immaculate, The view from up here is refreshing, vehicles appeared like ants. After checking all the rooms for myself. I crashed on my bed after my breakdown in the living room.
Later at night when it was dark and quiet, a certain uneasiness woke me up, like I was being watched. A shadow fell over my face. It sensed it move above my skin, I didn't feel any force, maybe I'm not being touched right now.
I was alert.
My intuition had been right.
Even I noticed the sudden change in my breaths, I was breathing heavily now, my heart paced up. Certainly the burglar will know I'm awake.
'Crap!'
"Relax, Zenovia. It's me." I heard callen's soothing voice and instantly I let the sheets clutched in my hands go. I open my eyes adjust to the moonlight filtering in since I left the house dimmed.
First I see blurred red on his clothes and some painting his forehead, I blink twice then thrice my eyes go wide at what I saw, my breath hitched.
It's Blood! Blood all over his torn clothes. The same clothes he set off wearing which were clean and in one piece a day before.
"What..how?" Almost came as a whisper, I quickly scrambled from the bed and rushed over to him. He needs emergency treatment! He should faint any moment now.
"Relax. It's not mine." I take back a step at his calm revealation. He shifts his gaze focusing on the floor.
To be honest, his tranquil attitude scares me.
He saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it. A small smile played on his lips,
I guess he gets that a lot.
I don't ask what he does,
How did it happened,
Why is he doing this,
Any of this!
Just he is alive. And back to me.
"How many did you loose?" I questioned quietly, holding myself thinking this unusual coldness would leave my skin and observing the grim solitude in his eyes. The only thing weighing his mind right now is, his men.
"Seventeen." Toneless he whispers back. Last time, I asked his close attendent, where callen was after the attack on airport. He said "To the funeral." After prying further I discovered he has a place for his people in his heart, he values each of their lives and serves their sacrifice with honour. He avenges all.
He looked like he wanted to say something else,
Maybe I started the wrong topic.
We were feeling the silence then He tears his bloodstained shirt and let it fall, "Go back to sleep." He orders, following that he goes into the bathroom and I stared at his shirt. "You got cuts though." I say to myself, his bare chest and wounded abdomen appears in my head again.
I realise he's going to spend another hour in the shower,
He's disgusted by himself.
He couldn't look me in the eye neither made an effort to touch me.
He hates his bloodied hands.
He Even strained not to touch me when I was sleeping. He thinks he will stain me too.
How can I ease his mind?
This is not even his room, still he went in for a bath. The master bedroom is much larger.
Better I sleep now and we can look into it tomorrow morning with a fresh mind.
*
I awoke to soft sheets, and the morning light trickled in through the blinds. Shedding myself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, Strong binds around my middle and heavy load trapping my legs in place. My eyes were still shut as I soaked in the warmth of my covers before letting my blue eyes see the sun's rays. I blink open my eyes, my eyelashes faintly batting against my lids when I blinked, It was his hands and legs securing me. I eased in his arms, he held me in a spoon position laying behind me.
