It was the next morning and I was in a 'tangle of Rixon' just as I'd seen in my vision, I thought back to what I saw happening on this day when my phone chirped. The sudden feeling of déjà vu swept over me. It was the text from Nora, asking me if I wanted to have dinner with her. It was the day Rixon barged into her and Patch's room, going through her trash and finding a pregnancy test. A positive one.
There was no way I was going to her house for dinner, with Rixon. This was the beginning of my plan to keep him from the baby. Well part of the plan until I came up with something more substantial. I also needed to get a hold of that guy from last night, maybe he could help.
"Your phone buzzed, darlin'," Rixon murmured into my shoulder. He knew I'd seen something but he didn't know exactly so maybe I could just play dumb and hopefully he won't ask too many questions.
"Yeah I know, probably just my network letting me know how much my bill is this month." I laughed into his hair.
I felt him nod, then heard the softest little snoring noise. Considering he could be a right jerk he was so cute at times. What am I thinking? He's a killer, a cold blooded murderer! Why did I release him from hell on the pretence he could be changed, especially after what I saw. He can't be changed, not now, not ever. I unfolded myself from him slowly and clambered out of his bed. I made my way to the bathroom, the padding of my bare feet on the hard floors echoing eerily around the studio. I'd never been this creeped out in Rixon's place before but for the first time I found myself continuously looking over my shoulder in the hopes he hadn't followed me. I needed to figure this out and until I did, I needed to minimise my contact with Rixon, and compartmentalise my feelings for him.
After washing my hair over the tub, I slapped some make up on my face and went back to the bedroom to see Rixon propped up on the pillow looking at my phone, a look of confusion on his face. Oh shit, what if he'd seen the message from Nora. How was I going to explain why I don't want to go to dinner, 'um, I'm scared because she's pregnant and you're an evil, vindictive little bastard that wants to kill the baby', Nope that wasn't going to fly. I felt my hands go clammy and my legs began to tremble, I back up against the dresser to support myself. If I crumpled to the floor that'd be it. The whole thing will be blown, so I tried to hold myself as casually as I could manage. I stood straight and stuck my nose on the air, raising a sleek, blonde eyebrow at him.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Why don't I know your passcode?" He quizzed, looking over the top of the phone at me. I hadn't realised I'd been holding my breath until I let out a small sigh of relief.
"Well, babe," I waved a hand around in front of me as I stepped away from the dresser, "you've been in Hell for three years. What use would it have been down there?" I laughed, picking up my jeans from the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Fair play, so what it is?" He watched my every move, like a hawk. I don't have my messages on show but he can still see who they're from. Does he know it was Nora that text me? No, I don't have her number saved. What was his game.
I frowned, "Well that's for me to know and you to, dot-dot-dot!" I buttoned myself into my jeans and leant over the bed, snagged the phone from his hands and stuffed it into my back pocket.
"Well that's rude..." He hopped out of the bed, "where are you hurrying off to anyway?"
I turned to answer him when I realised he was standing there, buck-naked with the general morning phenomenon going on, smirking at me. "You may need a shower to sort that out." I suggested, trying hard to not look, I mean sure I'd seen it before but it was always awkward whenever he done this and nine times out of ten it lead the to the both us ending up naked and in bed again, or in the bathroom, or kitchen, or wherever we fancied. However, this morning I had a mission and I was not going to let his, 'openness',-for lack of a better word-deter me from that.
"Maybe it'd go if you put a shirt on." He purred. I let my gaze wander, no Kat, bad! I chastised myself.
"Good point," I hooked one of his jerseys out of the drawer and pulled it over my head. I stood just in front of him, made sure not to place my hands in any sensitive areas and gave him a brisk kiss on the cheek, "I'll be back in an hour or so, don't go anywhere!" I ordered them made my way to leave, grabbing my keys off of the counter as I did.
Hey guys,
I know, only the second chapter but I've got so many ideas it's just getting there! Managing to put them all together in something that'll make sense, ya know? Anyway, let me know what you think! Read and review :P
