Chapter 5 Chapter 5
Chapter 5
SLOANE
Jasper went too far. “She is mine?”
Since when was he that cheesy? And why would he decide if I get to speak to his brother or not? I mean it’s not like I plan to talk to the guy. I mean, even though he is taller, and his biceps seem firmer, his sparkling eyes are still very much the same, and the way he looks like he is piercing into my soul…. But that is not the point.
The point is… Xaden hurt me, in ways I am not sure I’d ever forget. Jasper doesn't know this so why would he ask his brother to stay away from me like that? And no matter how much I ask him, Jasper never tells me the reason he began hating his brother.
I have a good reason but I don’t know what Jasper is gunning about.
Lying in my new room, eyes glued to the ceiling, my mind played back what my mother had asked me over the phone when we spoke last night.
“Is he okay?” “Did he look okay?”
My mother is a detective. An award-winning detective. A woman who wields guns and batons like they are spoons and pans. She is also very intuitive, she doesn't ask questions without knowing something.
I sighed, recalling how Xaden was when he walked in, “He looked fine.” I muffled. “Tired from work but he looked fine.”
Why would Mum ask me that?
Is there something I don’t know?
Aside from the fact that we both lost our fathers, did something else happen?
I picked up my phone after racking my brain over and over and I called mum.
“Darling, I am heading over to get rid of a drug shipment, so except this is life and death, call me back.” she blurted before I could even voice out anything.
“What happened to Xaden?” I asked, ignoring that she was on her way to an important gig. Well, the keyword is “on her way.” She isn't there yet.
She sighed, “Why, what happened to him?” she asked again.
“You asked me if he was okay, you’re not the type to ask such questions without having something in mind so tell me, what happened to him,” I demanded. Legs crossed under my thigh, eyes flickering into nothing else, chest rising and falling as I waited for my mum to say something but she didn't.
I could hear her breathing on the other end of the phone but she didn't say a word to me.
So she doesn't want to tell me?
“Mum?” I called out again.
The more she went silent, the crazier I was. If she is not talking then it’s something serious.
“Peach, it’s not my place to say. If Xaden tells you, then it’s fine but I’m sorry darling, I can’t say,” she whispered, the low voice that came with those words only made it harder for me to accept.
If Xaden had a good reason for leaving me behind that day, shouldn’t I know about it so I can stop hating him? Wouldn't it make me selfish and stupid for hating him in the first place?
Why do I have to hate him if there is a reason behind it?
I slammed my head with the palm of my hand, and I sighed, “Thanks, mum. Be safe out there. Call me after your operation, so I know you’re still alive.”
She giggled, “Those fuckers ain't got shit on me, but yeah, I’ll call you, Peach.”
The call ended and I am once again, alone in my room. I didn't have class today, Jasper had a pregame medical check, Aunt Louisa went to the restaurant and I am here alone, in this big house with nothing to do.
And I am starving!
I went down to make something to eat, there was food in the fridge but I needed to do some mixture or something. Aunt Louisa wrote the recipe and steps on the paper she left on th fridge. It was going so well, I think so why am I now standing covered in smoke and facing the one man who had occupied my mind the whole day?
It’s his fault!
All of this, is his fault!
Looking good and hot after abandoning me for years.
Having a problem that I don't know about!
All of this is his fault!
If he is going to make me hate him, at least he shouldn’t look that good! He shouldn't be handsome anymore. And he shouldn't have that same look that always made me melt five years ago.?
“Help me.” The words rolled off my mouth because the last thing I want is to burn this house down.
He surged towards me, like a firefighter, his wide firm hands on my shoulder, placing me behind him. He turned off the gas and removed the hot pan with his bare hands into the sink. He sighed and turned to me, his eyes dragged through every part of me, “Are you still alive?” he asked.
Bro, I am standing in front of you, of course, I am still alive.
I didn't respond. My hands clasped around my body and I pouted.
He chuckled, low but audible.
“Are you okay?” he asked, taking steps towards me, his hands reached for me but just as they were about to cup my cheeks, he stopped and pulled back. “Did you get a burn or anything?”
I shook my head, my head bowed.
“The maid would come clean this up, why not go up to wash off and change your clothes, I’ll order some food from mum’s restaurant or if you want Chinese, I can get that too,” he said, softly, pulling his phone out to make the delivery.
“Chinese,” I whispered.
His fingers froze against his phone and I knew he heard me and then he nodded.
“Also, the shower in my bathroom is not working, Aunty said she'd have it fixed today,” I whispered again, barely inaudible.
Why on earth am I whispering?
“Oh, right, I came to fix that. Would you use mine?” he asked.
“What?”
“Go to my bedroom and shower, Peach,” he said.
He wants me to do what?