Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 4

I woke up to someone banging on the door. 

I groaned, glaring at the general direction of the door as I buried my face further into my nest of blankets. It's a little past 8 in the goddamn morning and after yesterday, I don't think I can be bothered to even move a muscle let alone get out of bed today.

If it's the mailman coming to get the pots and vases I planned to ship out today, then sad for him because he needs to come back another time.

I shut my eyes and focused on the sleepiness instead of how the banging continues and seemingly increases in force.

They might as well just fucking knock down the door, why bother being shy about it.

Then the sound of the door flying open echoes.

"Zari!" Cal marches through the studio, face angry and eyes hard as he yanks at my arm.

"Ow! What the fuck-"

"Get up!" He demands pulling painfully and forcing me out of my bed. But the effects of the sleeping pills I took yesterday hasn't worn off yet so I soon then found myself sprawled over on the floor.

"What the hell do you want?" I snapped at him, snatching my arm out of his hold.

It's literally only 8 in the morning, what is he doing here this early on the day. I swear to God if this has anything to do with the conversation we had yesterday I'm going to flip.

Flashbacks from last night briefly flashes through my eyes making me groan and cradle my head in my hands.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" My body freezes for a second but thankfully recovers quickly.

"Out to buy paint" I said through gritted, glaring at him. He crosses his arms over his chest.

"For what?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"To bake a fucking cake Cal" I snapped. I gripped my bed, rolling back on it and burying myself back under my blankets.

"So you have nothing to do with the three officers found dismantled on a tunnel?" I yawned, closing my eyes as I tried to get back to sleep again.

"Nope" If I could just ignore him up until I doze off into unconsciousness...

"You know that they'll see your handprints on the bodies" I'm gonna skin this man alive, consequences be damned.

I snapped my eyes open. I turn around to glare as hard as I can at him, given my current brain clarity because of the pills, and was about to give this insensitive, nosy prick a piece of my mind when someone bangs on the door again.

Silence falls on us.

Then my heart drops.

Because shit.

I threw the blankets off my body, frantically grabbing my clothes. I can't believe a day where I'll swear over the fact that I sleep half naked would come.

"Why the hell did you do that?" He whisper yells, following me to the bathroom as I hurriedly tried to make myself look somewhat collected and not like I just lowkey cut off someone's tongue off the previous night.

"I can't fucking believe you didn't considered the fact that they'll see your handprints!"

"It was your idea!" I snapped, voice in a whisper as well. He frowns, looking confused. I rolled my eyes and focused on looking marginally alive. 

Another knock slice through the silence making me curse under my breath. I grabbed the ceramic bowl where I burned my clothes in, looking around for a place to get rid of the ash.