10: I kissed him
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Anthony didn't wait for me to make my mind up. He walked to my side, held my hand and led me out of the room after shooting a glare at Vic. Something was definitely up with these two.
"What do you want?!" I snapped at him, releasing myself from his grip. I didn't want him returning to the cold version I had initially met. I doubted that I would be able to keep up with it.
"When you two went out, where did he leave you?" He asked me.
"In the car?" I said with furrowed eyebrows. "Why are you getting so mad? I didn't run away or anything. If you didn't trust him, then why did you let him take me along?" I wondered. These men would never stop amusing me.
Anthony clenched his fist by his side and nodded, "fine, let's head back into the house." He said.
"Wait." I stopped him, holding his hand. He looked at it for a few seconds before looking at me.
"Sorry." I apologised and let go. "Listen, you guys have decided to keep me here and you won't double the discomfort by grossing me out." I began.
"What are you talking about?" Anthony seemed to be genuinely confused.
"Last night, I woke up to moaning sounds in my bedroom. Jay was having s*x in the room and he was unaware of my presence." I shook my head, "that was too uncomfortable for me, I'm sorry but I don't want to be haunted by these scarring situations."
"We will fix that, I'm sorry." He said and left my presence.
I took that time to appreciate his well defined muscles in that white tank top and I knew after seeing those brown shorts that I didn't want to see Anthony in anything but shorts.
I followed after him and by the time I got to the living room, he was out of sight with Vic. Jay and Five were busy on their phones to even care about my presence but I announced my leaving to them anyways. "I'll be heading to my room now."
Walking to my bedroom after the first floor, I stopped at the voices coming from the bedroom on the right.
"You knew well I'd asked you to lock her in the house!" Anthony sounded angered.
I furrowed my eyebrows, wanting to get a better hearing of the conversation, I tiptoed towards the door and pressed my ear against the door.
"We aren't f*****g kidnappers, you don't expect me to trap a young, innocent woman in here, for goodness sake, she could be traumatised. She knows nothing about us and congratulations to you, she's in as much trouble as any of us. You do what you do best, taking everyone along in your misery!" Vic was ready for him.
"You are forgetting that this is still my house, roommares or not, my house, my f*****g rukes, Vic, my damn rules!" Anthony snapped back.
"Yes, and I'm trapped here, like the rest of us! Man, stop acting like the world revolves around you, we are all in this s**t together and I will not be scarring someone else's life too, no." Vic retorted and silence followed. Had they realized that I was standing there?
With ease, I left the eavesdropping and raced to my supposed bedroom.
Closing the door behind me, I tried to process the words I had just heard. This was seeming a lot more complicated than I had thought it would be. All these started only because I had wanted nothing but a simple trip to the street fight.
If I had stayed back and listened to Alex, I surely wouldn't be caught up in this mess.
I closed my eyes and lay my head on the pillow. This had to be over soon. I was grateful for the change of clothes Vic had offered me in the car even though he let me keep his jacket, 'in case I get stained again.'
*
A knock on the bedroom door brought me awake. The room was dark by now. How long had I been sleeping, I wondered.
"Who is it?" I asked lazily, groaning as I sat up in bed. I tried to find a wall clock or something, scanning my eyes through the bedroom walls to see if I would cop one. It looked around six in the evening if I guessed right.
"Vic." He called back.
"Oh." I sat up properly, recollecting his conversation with Anthony. "Come on in, it's unlocked."
He came in right after, holding a tray. "I brought you dinner. I thought you would be awake by now." He said, coming to take the seat beside me.
"Does your stomach still hurt? I didn't know what you wanted to eat so I brought you a variety of... why are you staring at me like that?" He looked surprised.
I shook my head with a sigh. "Were you crying?" I wondered. His eyes were reddened and he had either cried a lot or was high on something.
"Nah, just thinking." He said in a croaky voice and I could immediately tell that he was lying.
"About what?" I took the tray from him and set it further away on the bed so he could sit properly without spilling anything over.
"Jenny called, she.. she got rid of the ch..." he was unable to finish his sentence, bursting into tears right after.
"I'm so sorry." He sniffed, wiping his tears with the back of his hand and flashing a fake smile at me.
"Oh my God…" I gasped, reflexively hugging him. "That was so selfish of her. Abortion is a communication thing oh God." I had no idea what I was supposed to do or say to him but I felt so bad especially since he was the only one I actually liked in this strange house.
"I thought we had spoken things through. I'm really hurt. That would have been my child… I-"
I wasn't used to the men around me crying or being emotional and so I was lost of words of comfort. I did the next thing that came to mind without thinking.
I pulled him in for a kiss.
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