Chapter 4
It's been 2 days since Sean's outburst in the kitchen. Ever since he stormed out of the room, claiming to not be hungry, he hasn't spoken a word to me.
Well, there was the usual: "Your curtains closed?" and "Your gun loaded?" or what are you hungry for?" he would ask but other than that, silence filled the house like air.
Even at dinner, we wouldn't even make eye contact…last night he didn't even pull out my chair like he usually did.
I really felt guilty, although I had no idea why. All I knew is that I needed to fix this.
I smiled at my thought. I love challenges and considering Sean mood lately, this was going to be a challenge, alright.
Getting sort of excited, I jolted out of bed, made the bed and ran to the bathroom, jumping through the shower and washing my hair and brushed my teeth. I almost fell out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying myself off before running to the closet, which I have equipped with my clothes. I picked out a random sundress and my cowboy boots and ran a comb through my hair.
I smiled at myself and headed for the door. I ran through the checklist in my head. First, I needed to get Sean chatting. Secondly, get him to laugh. Thirdly, I need to get him to forgive me.
I'd say it sounds rather easy. I mean, how hard could it be?
I gathered enough courage and took at step towards door. I inhaled when I reached for the doorknob. In one swift move I turned it and pulled the door open. I gasped.
Sean was only a few inches away, his hand balled into a fist as if he wanted to knock on the door before I jerked it open. I gaped, and his eyes were wide.
"Hi." I suddenly said and could mentally slap myself.
"Hi." He quickly replied.
"How long have you been standing there?" I ask, utterly confused. When they say that after a fight, a guy will always come back, knocking on your door, I didn't think they were serious!
"Twenty four minutes." He said after a long break. I widened my eyes and opened the wooden door wider for him to enter the room. He nodded and hesitantly took a step inside the room. I sat down on the bed and he stood in against the wall, gently leaning against it, his arms folded over his chest. I just stared at my lap, placing my hands on it. He stared out into space, deep in thought. I cleared my throat looking up at him, who still didn't seem to notice my discomfort.
'So…did you need something?" I asked, trying not to sound harsh.
He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. I just nodded.
There was a long silence between us and neither of us did anything to change it.
"I'm sorry." I blurted out when the communication was too little.
He frowned and looked at me, making eye contact for the first time in 2 days. "For what?" He asked.
"For this. I don't know what I did wrong, I honestly don't, but I don't like it. I don't like not talking to you. I feel so bad for what happened between us. I thought about it and realized it must be kind of insulting to protect someone and they keep telling you that they're going to die." I said, almost whispering.
"I just, I don't want to continue not knowing you, you know?" I said, looking up at him, knowing that he would understand my messed up words.
He nodded and pushed himself away from the wall, falling down onto the bed I was sitting on and sighed. "Me too. I should be the one apologizing. Technically, I was the one to ignite the silence." He laughed and looked at me, sideways.
I turned my head to look into his eyes and smiled. "Forgive and forget?" He asked.
"Don't we always?" I ask, serious.
He just laughed and threw his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.
I punched his stomach playfully and giggled.
"I really don't like not being friends with you, Alex, It's rather depressing…boring actually." He said, sighing.
"Honestly, I wouldn't have expected you to say that the week we met. Do you remember the day in Amanda's office?" I asked, laughing. He quickly joined in.
"Yeah, I called you a cheater and we tried to kill each other." He said.
"But things got better after that, after the day in the evidence hall when you asked me to ki-" I started, laughing when he clamped his eyes shut, silencing me. I knew, by teasing him about that, he'll feel guiltier than I've been feeling the last couple of days.
"Please…let's…let's not talk about that…please." He said, waving his hand to silence me. I laughed.
"Why? You regret using me?" I asked.
"No, I don't. I don't regret using you, 'cause if I didn't, I would probably not be sitting here with you. I'm sorry for how it hurt you, though…" He said, looking at me, his expression displaying apology.
"Um, yeah…anyway…" I stuttered, trying to look away from him.
"Yeah, we should go…um…" He searched for something to say.
My phone suddenly rang. I sighed of relief and jumped up and paced to my end table. I picked up my vibrating phone.
"Hell-" I started but was interrupted. Nikita was practically screaming through the receiver, her voice filled with shock and tears.
"Alex, where are you? Are…are yo-you okay? Birk- Birkhoff…shot…un-unconscious…Coming, they're coming for you!" She cried. I never heard her as scared as this.
"Nikita? Take a deep breath, okay. I'm fine. Tell me again, what happened." I asked.
"We…we were attacked, again. Michael and I, we're fine, but Birkhoff was shot. He is unconscious and they placed a voice recorder in his hands and duck-taped it around his hand for us to find it. They said that they are coming for Alexandra Udinov…" She scared and I felt my heartbeat rising.
"Birkhoff…We'll be there in a few hours." I said.
"Alex, you can't come here, do you have a death wish or something?" She asked, but I hung up, grabbing my coat. I wasn't going to let my safety be the reason for Birkhoff's death.
"What's wrong?" Sean asked, getting up when he say me head for the door.
"They were attacked again. Birkhoff was hit. I'm going there." I said, walking out, down the hall.
"Alex." He said but I ignored him. "Alex!" He shouted and I stopped in my tracks and turned around.
"What? You're not going to try to stop me. Birkhoff is like my…my brother. I can handle it." I said and turned around, continuing to walk out.
"I will not let you go alone. I promised." He said.
"Well, life's a bitch, Sean. Sometimes you can't keep your pinky swears." I said sarcastically.
This time he didn't say anything, so I walked out and walked to the garage. I walked in and fetched some weapons of the shelves and got in the car. As I got in, it took a moment for me to realize that I didn't take the keys; I fell back into the seat, swearing under my breath.
"Need a ride?" I heard a voice next to me. Sean was standing outside the window nearest to me, dangling the keys, next to his head.
I smiled, shaking my head in astonishment.
"I thought you weren't coming?" I asked.
"I'm a boy-scout; I have to keep my word." He said. I shook my head and climbed over to the passenger seat. "You amaze me sometimes, you know that?" I asked as he got in, starting the car.
"I thought we were doing the right thing here?" He asked, smiling.
"Don't we always?" I asked, for the second time this morning.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Just drive." I ordered.
"Sir yes sir!" He said and drove down the road.
Hi guys, sorry for taking so long! Schools are in session again and I don't get a lot of free time. Please R&R! Thank you so much!