I don't know if it was my pride that was hurt the most or not, but I couldn't find it in myself to chase after him a second time. That alone made me frustrated with myself. But I just laid there and sucked in shuddering breaths until I calmed down enough to stand. Still didn't get my answer. I though chuckling a bit though the sound held no humor. No I didn't get my answer, and at the rate I was going at I probably wouldn't. That said, the only way I would get my answer or answers would for him to up and spill his heart out, and that right there was enough to get me to laugh out loud.
"Yea right, who the hell am I kidding?" I asked aloud knowing that I wasn't going to get that much of an answer from the open air. But even as I told myself these things I couldn't help but feel…obligated to know what I demanded. You could have been nicer. The snide side of my mind supplied, though there was some sarcasm that was mixed into the suggestion. In a sense, yes I probably could have been nicer, but being nice is not in my DNA and therefore is very overrated in my opinion. Sighing heavily, I walked back into the living room and collapsed back down onto the couch, allowing my sore body to sink into the cushions. My throat hurt, and as soon as I admitted that my back and just about every other part of my body started to throb in tune. I closed my eyes, the head ache I was trying to prevent hitting me full force in the face. Yes I was good for bringing things upon myself, but sometimes it's just better to face it than to wait, and I knew if waited any longer there would be blood shed.
Another sigh escaped my lips, causing my head to pound without mercy. This no doubt proved my theory that my luck is always the first to run out. Who am I kidding, my luck sucks and sometimes shouldn't even be taken into consideration. But was it wrong of me to want to know the answers to the questions that I asked? I didn't understand it. How was it they got just about whatever they wanted, and I wasn't even given a time of day? I fucking lived in the damn house and I had to wait. I missed something with that right?
The house was silent, and it didn't help because it seemed like all the questions I was asking myself echoed in my head. I knew Zabber and Dezi where upstairs sleep, and Glyph was somewhere in the house, but no one else's scent reached my nose. Maybe they left? My mind supplied, though for some odd reason that thought bothered me. My stomach growled again louder than the last time and I couldn't help the sigh that came out. With a bit more effort than what was truly needed, I got up off the couch and headed for the stairs. I was going to go out and get food and I figured I would ask what the two sleeping beauties wanted. I took two steps at a time covering the ground faster, it was when I made it to the last step when I found myself falling backwards into oblivion. My breath caught in my throat as everything went by in slow motion, and all I could thing was damn skateboard.
I tried righting myself midair, and it worked somewhat, but I hit something solid before I even hit the floor. I prayed it wasn't what I thought it was, and even as I was praying the invisibility that clung to the yajuta like a second skin melted away to reveal onyx and blue skin, and left me staring into shocked red eyes.
I was frozen in place by what was nothing short of fear, pure unadulterated fear. And no matter what I did my body refused to move from its position.
"Shit…" I muttered, craning my neck back to my face wasn't directly in his. After that it just seemed like a waiting game. It was as though he was waiting for me to do something. His words were echoing in my head, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move. My hands pressed into his chest as I made an effort to stand, the beat of his heart erratic beneath my palms.
"Sorry…" I mumbled, backing away a bit when I got to my feet. I held out my hand, though my eyes where looking everywhere else. Fevered flesh wrapped around my wrist startling me a bit. I pulled him to his feet, and gave him a tentative smile before turning and going back up the stairs. That time I made it to my room…
My back was pressed up against the door, my heart pounding in my chest, threatening to break free. That was way too close for comfort, and I couldn't help but feel like I just sealed my fate. Sucking in a breath, I cleared my throat, effectively waking both Dezi and Zabber.
"What do you guys want to eat? I'm going to get Chinese," I said trying hard to calm my racing nerves.
"Just get us the usual," they said in tune, turning back over and falling back to sleep. I snorted but made no more attempts to get information out of them. Grabbing my key from off my dresser, I made my way to the garage, surprised to see that all the other cars were gone. Shrugging it off, I pulled out and made my way to the restaurant, hoping the drive would calm my racing nerves.
A/N: I know short chapter, but a chapter none the less. I hope it's alright, and the next chapter should hopefully be longer. Until then later kiddies.