Deafening Silence by _dream_ (urban books to read .TXT) 📕

lower lip, “I must apologise to you and your friends,” she hesitated before continuing, whilst turning towards the stove to add the vegetables into the egg mix, “I was very harsh toward all of you- it’s just that I’m used to being alone or with Johnny.”

I shrugged, “that’s okay- I probably would’ve done the same thing. I’ve only really ever trusted Chris, Billy and our friend Damon.” I paused before continuing, “I would have gone all ape shit if someone tried to get between us.”

I heard a harmonious laugh, “the way you talk about your friends- it’s like your brothers.”

I nodded in agreement, “We have been friends ever since we met- we’re really close.”

“I know how you feel,” she sighed leaning against the table, so she could face me. “Was only 10 when I met Jonathan- I was reluctant to be friends with him at first- but the bond we have could clear forests.”

I hopped of the table, moving closer to her, “why are you here?” I asked, her eyes widened- her face panicked, “I would have thought you would have been picked up by now.”

As I spoke, she pushed by me- her entire body shaking, “I don’t want to talk about it.” Her voice was an only whisper, but the pain laced within her tone- was not to be reckoned with.

I nodded at her back, moving beside her- helping make breakfast. With the sun streaming through the window behind us, we put the finishing touches on breakfast. It was as if the glow from the sun awoke the whole house. The first one up was Sara- tired and holding a sleeping toddler. Calla quickly took the child from a grateful Sara. The next ones up were the other teens- as well as the guys who moaned when they entered the kitchen; making Lil and I roll our eyes- the last but not least the kids. Lilly sat with us for breakfast, placing little Ryan on her lap and feeding him some of her food. In the calming morning; something formed even though we didn’t realize it, it would soon be revealed.


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Deafening Silence - chapter 11

Calla’s POV


We spent the remainder of the morning inside the kitchen- preparing and eating breakfast. After breakfast the boys offered to help wash the dishes – but I declined, with a small smile working its way onto my face.


As I was washing the dishes in the silence of the empty kitchen – the sound of the others roaming around the house drifted through the open door, like whispers- when felt a presents approach me from behind. I turned my head to the side slightly, just to see past my pony tail to confirm my suspicions.

Turning my attention back to the dishes, smiling slightly, “I already said I don’t need help, Hunter.”

“And if you knew me at all – you would know that I don’t listen to instructions that well.” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice, as he teasingly wrapped his arms loosely around my body and placing his head on my shoulder.

I sighed and continued washing the dishes – whilst trying to ignore his insistent humming. His arms wrapped around my body didn’t bother me – and that bothered me. Usually even the thought of someone touching me was enough to make me puke- but for some reason his arms didn’t; I took a moment to glance down at his arms. Intricate tattoos wove down from mid fore arm, and disappeared into his t shirt on his left arm. A tribal looking band wrapped around his upper fore arm, on his right.

Suddenly he chuckled,” I thought you were washing the dishes- not the floor.”

I shot him a questioning look, but he just gestured to the over flowing sink. Over flowing sink. Shit.

Blushing, I quickly turned off the taps- spilling so water on myself in the process. I sighed and threw a cloth on the wet floor, leaving it to soak up the water.

“Got a little wet now did we, Lilly? “

I glared hatefully at the sink whilst he laughed at my accident.

Suddenly his chuckling came to an abrupt stop,” what’s that on your arm?”

At his question I felt my face grow hot,” nothing!” I snapped.

I felt him shake his head, “yes it is.”

“No it isn’t.” I insisted.

“Yes it is,” he persisted.

“No it isn’t!”

“Yes it is!”

“No!”

“Yes!” he was laughing by now.

I blushed harder, “No!”

He chuckled whilst reaching in front of me to turn the taps off, “IF there isn’t anything there,” he paused and lifted me up onto the counter.” Then it shouldn’t be such a big real.”

He was smirking triumphantly at me whilst I dropped my gaze to the floor, crossing my arm over my chest- grumbling under my breath.

He grabbed my arm and before I could protest- he was rolling up my sleeve. Mortified I closed my eyes so tightly that I saw stars.

I heard an intake of breath followed by the feeling of his fingers skimming my arm.

I slowly opened my eyes to see his eyes following his fingers along my arm. I dropped my gaze to my arm following his fingers.

My wrist was dusted with fading scars that were a terrible trinket from my past- they were the reason I wore long sleeves all the time, I didn’t want to look at them and be reminded. His fingers slowly trailed upward and came to rest on the inside of my elbow, gingerly turning it over. On the other side of my arm there was the tell-tale black ink that lead further up my arm; the white shirt I was wearing was thick enough to not show my tattoos- but when I had splashed water on my sleeve, the water revealed them. The ink lead all the way up my arm and onto my shoulder and to my back, down my opposite arm – in one continuous tattoo. Wings.

I looked up at Hunter’s face, to scrutinize his expression. His face was hard, but his eyes swept over my skin with a look of wonder. He pressed his thumb gently into the nook of my elbow, breathing out heavily through his nose. I hadn’t noticed how close we were until now. He was standing in between my legs, leaning forward slightly- a curtain of black locks falling in-between us. I drawed a breath past my lips, a leant back slightly- startled by the wild look in his eyes as he studied my eyes. He leant back as well- when he noticed I was uncomfortable with how close we were. He released my arm and praised his hand on either side of my thighs; his eyes still scanning mine with an apprehensive look on his face.

“What?” I whispered quietly at him. I was confused. It was like he was searching for something in my eyes.

He reached forward with one hand and dragged it down my cheek, his eyes turned mournful when he pulled his hand away, “I’m sorry.”

I looked at him- even more confused than before. I glance down at his hand and was shocked to see that it was damp. I reached my own hands up and touched my face – only to find that they got wet to. I looked up at hunter to ask him why I was crying when suddenly, my through felt dry. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. A sob found its way past my lips. I reached up to cover my mouth whilst I still remained eye contact with him. Tears were streaming down my face by now- sobs tarring themselves out of my through. I was fighting to breath. Suddenly his arms wounded around me- his lips buried in my hair. He shushed whilst I cried hopelessly into his chest. What was wrong with me? I was so pathetic. Those words made the tears run faster and my sobs louder.

I buried my head into his chest whilst wrapping my arms loosely around his waist. He rocked me side to side, as he gently ran his hands through my hair. I pulled back a little to tilt my head to look up at him. His eyes were closed peacefully; his lips pushed softly to my hair, soothing words caressed my ears like a lullaby. My sobs slowly ceased, and my breathing gradually was going back to normal. My tears were stopping almost all together- only a few wayward tears slipping out of my eyes.

Hunt pulled away after a few more minutes, his eyes softly sweeping across my face, “Better?”

Exhaustion hit me like a brick, before I even had the chance to answer him. I collapsed onto his chest, basically falling asleep on contact.

I heard him chuckle, and suddenly I was in the air. “Come on, Angel,” he grunted whilst lifting me into his arm and making his way to the stairs. “I think you need a nap.”

I was so tried I almost didn’t notice his new nick name. Angel. I had never had someone besides J show me any type of affection before- I crinkled my nose at him whilst muttering, “Don’t call me that.”

I felt him smile into my hair as we started to climb up the stairs, “why not, Angel? I think it fits you perfectly. You even have then wings for it!”

I blushed at his cheery tone- burying my face into his shoulder, and wrapping my legs gently around his waist. I heard him give a sharp intake of breath, and he stumbled up the last few stairs a little bit. This caused me to gasp and tighten my grasp on him. We didn’t say anything as we made our way down the hallway; the only thing that could be heard was our mixed breathing -and Hunters heartbeat. The two put together were lulling me into an unpreventable sleep. My eyes had drifted shut by the time we came to a stop. Muttering a curse, Hunter gingerly moved me so he was holding me with one arm – so he could open the door.

When the door was opened, two voices drifted into the empty hallway. As we entered the room, the two voices greeted Hunter only to have him shush them quietly. They murmured apologies as he kicked the door shut- I recognized the voices as Billy and Chris. He took me to his room? I questioned myself. Normally I would have probably jumped right out of his grip and called him crazy if he thought that I was going to sleep