Chapter twelve (My Not So Secret, secret)
I was sitting in my living room with my back against my bedroom door. Listening as carefully as I could, I could hear Loki's muffled breathing and him scurrying throughout my room. He's been in there for almost two hours now, and I must say I'm pretty scared. The silence was making me anxious so, me being me, I got up and started pacing around the living room. Trying not to concentrate the strong feeling that was forming in my head I kept walking, changing my course every once in a while.
"You know what?" I heard suddenly. Oh god, they've started. I looked around the room paranoid and kept pacing.
"If it's about me not dying don't even tell me. You were the one who caused me to do this," I saw the faint picture of pill bottles and cut wrists when I closed my eyes. "You were the one who told me to kill myself. So, why do you even lie to yourself like this? At my funeral you mourned and stated how beautiful I was, how I didn't deserve to die whenever it was truly you who killed me." I was able to detect now that this was between a girl and a guy. I never really know why I get certain premonitions; I guess they just choose me.
"I am sorry, how many times do I have to say it?" The guy's voice shouted at the girl.
"Stop arguing!" I yelled at them. Loki had heard me, for he stopped shuffling around my room. He probably thinks I'm nuts. "I'm sorry to sound rude, but I cannot stand the fighting right now. Both of you fucked up in your own ways…. Just please get out of my mind!"
"What's your problem…?" The guy started to say.
"I said get out of my head!" I shouted at both of them again. After I said that there were soft, inaudible whispers and then my head felt clear again. As if someone stuffed tissues in my head and took them out after a couple of hours. Sighing heavily I went and sat back down on the couch with my head in my hands. A couple of minutes later I heard my door unlock and a couple of seconds later I was engulfed in a warm embrace. I didn't move at all, I allowed Loki to wrap his arms around me and make me feel safe again.
"Love are you alright?" he asked me quietly. I nodded my head yes, but kept it buried in his chest. Loki sucked in a shaky breath and released it slowly. "I don't say this very often, but Aubree I am scared."
"Why?" I asked looking up at him, still embraced in his arms. He looked at me and then shifted his eyes uncomfortably to the wall and back.
"I heard you scream, at literally nothing. There was nothing in this room but yet you were screaming at people to be quiet." He responded, obviously not wanting to make me pissed about him feeling scared about my ability.
"Loki all that was, well um, it was me talking to this dead couple. I talked to them once when I was about ten, but this is the first time I've talked to them in a while now." I said quietly, damn I bet he felt awkward right now.
"You won't be mad if I say this, will you?" he asked me.
"Of course not, go ahead." Signaling for him to continue.
"I was scared shitless…. Not knowing if you were having premonitions or just getting pissed and going crazy." Loki said with a tense sounding chuckle.
"Loki there is nothing wrong with what happened. It's just I was already upset, so when they decided to talk where I could hear them it sent me over the edge. I'm fine Loki, I don't want you worry about me." I said hopefully reassuringly. He smile down and me then gently pressed his lips against mine. Pure bliss ran through my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Aubree…." He mumbled lightly.
"I like the way my name sounds on your lips, maybe you should say it more." I commented sexily.
"You're a tease." Loki said getting up and siting right next to me on the couch.
I cuddled my head into his chest and responded with, "I can say the same for you Mr. Laufeyson."