Ace Killian

chapter 8 : promises

Naomi's P.O.V

I sat up in the bed so that we could talk, folding the blanket around my knees as if it was a shield. I looked at him, the rage I felt in my chest was big enough to hit him across his face.

I stared at him with so much hatred you would have thought I was trying to kill him.

"What do you want?" I snapped, voice in exhaustion

he hesitated, then crouched at the edge of the bed. The dim light from outside showing half his face in the shadow's

"Why haven't you left the room or eaten all day" he asked and for the first time his voice went small as if afraid or concerned. 

"Oh so now your concerned "I asked folding my arms and rolling my eyes with sarcasm.

ace then ran his hands over his face and stood up.

"If this is about last night...look I'm sorry okay. My temper just got the best of me" his apology was hot and unpracticed as if making an effort.

"You're sorry" i asked in disbelief. the words seemed foreign coming from his lips.

I couldn't believe that Ace Killian had sorry in his vocabulary

" you hurt me. you can't just..." my voice cracked. with a lump forming in my throat i do my best to hold back the hot stings clouding my vision.

 "you cant just go around hurting people and expect them to be okay with it"

he stepped closer and for a confusing second something like regret softened his features.

"Okay - okay. please. just eat something" he says and the concern in his toned seemed real.

I i moved to get up, to put space in between us. His hand shot out grabbing my wrist. Spinning me around so fast i bumped into his chest. The contact was hard and confining

As we are standing face to face, I practically have to be on my tip toes to match aces height.

"Ow that hurts" i said as he disregarded my pain

" if you don't eat your going to starve' he said his voice sliding from pleading to something with edge.

" And if you're trying to kill yourself..."

the rest of the sentence cut off on a different note. so sharp i couldn't tell if it was a threat or some sort of warped protection.my insides went cold but i refused to look small. I just stared at him, my eyes trying to match his demeanor without giving him the satisfaction of fear.

he inhaled like he was going to argue but then let out a long-frustrated sigh, loosing his grip on my wrist. his thumb brushed the bruise on my wrist, carless, half concerned and entirely confusing before he took a step back.

for a moment in silence, we were just two people who knew how to hurt each other

"Naomi..." he said in frustration running his hands down his face, softening his tone almost weary.

"I promise... I won't touch you again unless you ask" he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding me till i was in between his knees. his eyes searching mine.

i felt a sense of unease by his words. A promise? i didn't know if this man could be trusted

"Do you promise" I asked cautiously, trying to figure out if he really meant it or if this was just another one of his games.

he didn't answer right away. but when he did his voice was quiet but firm

"Only if you agree to never leave me" he said taking both my hands in his, holding me in place.