Till Death Do Us Apart- 4 ✔️

Chapter Sixty-Nine Promise Me That

Start A War- Klergy

'I- I think I found my home.' I found where I belong, so maybe I should stay in here. Who knows, I may throw up again if I move too much.

"Come on Rex that isn't your home." Dallas says and I freeze.

"I said that out loud?"

"Yes, you did. Now get your head out of that trash can."

"No."

"Why not? Why do you want to keep your head in there?"

"Because I don't want to throw up again, and I feel like if I move, I'll throw up." I say slowly.

"Okay." He sighs and I feel a side of the couch go down and then a hand massaging my back.

"Why do you always take care of me?" I ask again, hoping he'll answer this time.

"If I don't take care of you, who will?" He says in an irritated tone. I sigh and close my eyes running the rag all over my face. Why was it so hot in here? Or was I just sweating from throwing up?

"Doesn't it get tiring?" I ask. "Of taking care of me? Or running after me? Does it all just make you tired?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Before I met you, everything went my way. People feared me. I got what I want, and no one stood up to me." He says. "But then you pulled into my parking spot. When I told you to move, I expected you to just do it without a hesitation, but you told me no. It wasn't the last time you told me no either. You don't listen to me, you don't do what I say, and you don't fear me."

"Unless you're really mad." I mutter under my breath as my eyes become tired.

"I held a gun to your head. I threatened to kill you, and you laughed. I wasn't use to it, it was strange, and it made me angry. I couldn't control you, I couldn't anticipate what you were going to do next. You were different from anyone I've ever met, and yeah, at first I hated it. The thought of you made me so mad, but that's the thing. After that first day we met, I always thought of you. I couldn't get you out of my head." My eyes begin to flutter as my breathing becomes more and more steady and my limbs become limp. Why was I suddenly so tired? "I still can't." I hear him whisper.

"It does get tiring." He says. "But it also gets exciting. If I had never met you, I would have always lived in a world where people feared me. I would have become more and more cold."

"You're cold enough as it is." I mumble and I hear him chuckle.

"Yeah, well imagine me worse than I am now."

"Well, you're not that bad." I say.

"Then why are you always running from me?" He asks.

"Well, for one, I was scared. I didn't trust you, hell I didn't trust anyone. Believe it or not, I was scared of you. I just hid it well. That's why I was running from you at first. But then I began to see who you were, and I liked that guy underneath all the cold, and all the hard emotions that hid you." I say.

"I'm glad you're in my life." He says. "This is so weird."

"What is?" I ask.

"We're having a conversation like this, but yet your head is in a trash can." He says and I let out a snort before I breathe in through my nose and I smell something burning. "I would have never experienced- did you mean it?" He suddenly asks.