Chapter 109
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Clouds started to gather themselves covering the night sky in grey. Roaring their angry cry, they released their unending water supply- flooding the earth with heavy rain.
I turned on the windshield wipers to help me gain back my sight on the road as we drove in the night. The sensors of the streetlamps activated, turning themselves on automatic to lit up the streets- letting everyone know that the night was gaining on us.
Leaning back in the driver seat, with my elbow propelled against the edge of the window I rested my chin on the back of my hand as I used the other one to stir the wheel leisurely. The silence mixed with the rapid tapping sound of the rain was ear deafening, reigning the inside of the car.
Every now and then I would throw a glance at the pretty woman next to me whose presence I was highly conscious of. Even if my eyes were focused on the road my mind and body only cared about the grumpy kitten who wore a blanc face as she watched outside how the lampposts swiftly passed by. Her arms were folded in front of her chest and her back was twisted towards me, only allowing me to perceive her delicate face through the reflection of the window.
I didn't spout nonsense when I said that my kitten was beyond alluring being dyed in the blood of the enemy. My eyes wandered from the tattered hem of her gown, which previously reached the floor to now hover slightly above her knees. Creases appeared between my brows as I saw the blisters on her knees that she had gained from her crawling adventure.
I then looked at the blood that was soaked into the torso part of her dress forming a big blotch on her heaving chest. The front part of her flaming hair strands was coated with blood that now slowly turned maroon as it started to dry up. And if you looked closely faint smudges of red trails could be seen on her rosy cheeks as if she tried to erase it.
She looked like the lady in red but even more gorgeous who brought a scythe with her to pass down her judgments on those bastards. My mind was in an continues turmoil with my feelings. I was fucking enraged that someone dared to touch what was mine. I don't care if he's already dead my anger won't be settled until I find his family and kill them in the most gruesome way possible and then they can all fucking join each other in hell. I was proud at the thought of my kitten's first kill. I wanted to be there and savor every second of it, but at the same time I felt protective as I didn't want her to go through something like that, wanting to keep her oblivious to that side of the world.
Under my scrutinizing gaze April's face started to grimace and I watched how she (sexily) drew her bottom lip between her teeth while she was fumbling around with her slim fingers. I had to withhold a grin from resurfacing as I knew that my presence had an effect on her. My kitten's feelings have been wavering in to the right directions lately and she isn't even aware of it herself. Reminiscing, I thought back to the time when we had kissed. Although she was under influence of alcohol, she didn't resist me nor tried to push me away and you know what they say; you're more honest when you're drunk.
And now today when we were forced to play Casper's despicable game, she went out of her way to rescue me as if it was the most obvious thing to do. Even after all I had done to her, threatening her with the lives of the people who she cared for. The first thing that she did was saving me- how could I not fucking love this adorable creature?
"Mark?" Her serene voice that came out carefully, freighted with nervousness grabbed my attention and I straightened my posture- placing my other hand on the stir wheel. Masking my intrigue behind my stoic expression I threw her a side glance responding to her with a raised brow, "Yes?"
Her green globes met my blue ones through the window before she looked away again. Those delicious lips tentatively parted slightly from each other while she laid her folded hands on her lap, clenching them tightly.
"I want to go home."
