Insomnia chapter 2

"Get up!" I heard her shout at me while furiously shaking my arm.

I opened my mind to see Emma standing above me with her fierce glare that she always wore when she was angry or upset. I slowly moved my body up to a sitting position. She still looked tired; but then again that is what a couple of hours of sleep on a semi circled sofa will do to you...

"What's up?" I yawned.

I moved up slightly, to make just enough room for her; she looked like she was going to pass out from tiredness.

"Shaw," she said sitting at the side of my bed.

She looked like she was about to burst into tears at any given moment so I pulled her closer but she instantly rested her head on my bare chest. She was shivering too, but she was still wearing her night clothes, so I pulled the covers over her; covering her up but leaving me exposed. At least I could argue that nothing was happening if Shaw decided to come into my room.

I got up out of the bed and checked my closet for some clothes. I had found a plain white t-shirt and a pair of plain black shorts. I take it I was going for the plain look today. I pulled the shorts over my legs to see Emma staring at me; which made me feel sort of uncomfortable.

"So what's up with you and Shaw?" I asked, pulling the white t-shirt over my chest. She looked a bit disappointed then.

She looked to the floor and said, "I don't actually know. I mean he was off with me this morning."

I knew full well why Shaw was angry. He didn't like his things being touched and I was touching his most prized possession last night. I passed her a glass of water which she took without hesitating, and smiled at me, to which I responded with another smile.

"Well, ask him," I said, fixing my clothes in the mirror and combing my hair.

Emma just nodded and then walked out of my room and then into the control room. I had waited a couple of minutes so Shaw wouldn't think that we had both came out of my room. I noticed Shaw walking past the entrance in the living room and nodded my head towards that direction when Emma turned to face me. We both walked into the living room only Shaw decided to glare at me rather than his usually 'morning.'

"Riptide," Emma said, turning to face me, "Will you go and get me my boots please, the plain white ones."

I just nodded and left the room. I walked into Emma's room and opened her closet door. All I could see was about thirty pieces of lingerie all ranging in different colours and some having less material than others but that is the type of clothes that Emma would like to wear. I started to picture every time I had seen Emma in countless times. Azazel flashed in at that moment and had caught me starring at her lingerie and his smile just went wider the moment he caught my red cheeks.

"You know she is Shaw's right?" Azazel said, sitting on her bed.

I didn't look at him; instead I looked to the floor which I then saw the boots that she wanted. I walked over to them and picked them up. I reached the door and smiled, then turned to face Azazel.

"I never said that I was interested in her," I smiled.

"You didn't need to. He knows and she's catching on. Careful where you tread, she is his whether she likes it or not. Yes, he may only deal with her for her talent, both genetically and sexually, but it is not your place to get involved. Shaw would put a price on your head in a heartbeat, if he thought that you were touching what was his." Azazel flashed out.

What he said didn't shock me, but it did worry me. Of course she was his and nothing to anyone else; well, that is how Shaw would want it but not how I would like it. I walked into the living area to see Shaw looking extremely angry and Emma looking hurt. I handed her the boots she wanted only to be shoved by Shaw.