Chapter Three- A temporary burden
"So how'd you like your classes?" Storm asked softly as she walked me back to my room. I smiled at her to let her know they were enjoyable. Quickly hugging my new found friend I opened my door and closed it with a soft click behind me. Everything I did was quiet, I was born mute and grew up in a fairly quiet household. I was predisposed to the quiet and so naturally I am quiet.
A smooth smile spread out on my lips as I stripped out of the jeans storm had given me and tossed the hoodie aside leaving myself in black panties and a grey tank top my bra was hardly visible through. In my mind I let out a long sigh of happiness as I crawled into the bed. My hair fell over my shoulders in long silken strands as I slipped under the sheets burying my face into the pillow.
My heavy lids fluttered closed and my limp body fell relaxed. Darkness settled in around me as a calmness loomed in the air. It really had been a wonderful day. I loved all of my classes and Storm was just lovely all together. Everyone was just so accepting...well everyone except Jean but I made it a personal vendetta to get on her good side somehow someway...after all this Logan must have been special to her and he would never be much more than a friend to me, if that.
My mouth opened in a soft yawn only to have my eyes widen when the weight of the bed shifted. ….Oh my…. feeling my heartbeat speed up I shifted slowly in place only to startle him. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" his voice was gruff and tense as he shot up in bed, shifting his weight into his wrists, a ching! sound filled the air as long metal claws shot from his knuckles into the bed and his free hand brought those claws to my exposed throat.
He was even more intimidating now. "Who are you and what are you doing in my bed?" he snarled as fog gathered in his grey eyes. Slowly, very slowly I lifted my hands and cupped the hand that positioned razor sharp claws at my throat. His pupils centered in his eyes. 'Don't! Just let me explain, I was born mute...this is the only way for me to communicate with you' I watched his strong facial features relax very, very slowly before I continued gripping his hand tightly in both of mine 'My name is Lira, please forgive me for the inconvenience but there was no room anywhere else, I will only be here until they can get me another room, I will not be a bother for long, Logan'
Abruptly jerking his hand away from me as he retracted his claws I watched him roll over on his side. Placing a hesitant hand on his shoulder I smiled 'Thank you'
I raised an eyebrow as he fumbled around with one of the pillows until it was positioned between us leaving me with one side and him with the other.
"Just stay on your side, Kid" was all he said as he curled up in his spot. I simply nodded and curled up into a tight ball. So this is Logan. Impulsive, probably the most impulsive person I've ever met since my brother that is. Somehow drifting off to sleep was a bit easier than I thought it would be with him beside me….maybe it's because his impulsiveness reminded me of Collin.
Sun shined through the window shaking me from sleep as my eyes fluttered open. "You're a pretty fucked up kid" was the first thing I heard when I picked my head up from the pillow. Looking to the left where his voice had come from I noticed Logan walking out of the bathroom, clad in jeans and a black t-shirt drying his dark hair with a towel.
I raised an eyebrow in his direction before tipping my head to the side in question "Honestly" he spoke bluntly "You have such a sweet face, didn't expect your head to be so full of violence, You have some pretty fucked up nightmares."
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and walked up to him holding out my hand only to have him place a hand on my shoulder instead. 'What are you talking about?'
"You rolled into my side last night and when you touched me I started to see your nightmares just like I can hear your thoughts when you touch me." he explained bluntly.
"I apologize'
"Don't" was all he said "You're only a temporary problem, remember?" he cocked an eyebrow at me and walked out the door running fingers through his dark hair.