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

in his room- but right now I was just too tired to argue. I felt one of his arms disappear from my back and the sound of sheets moving was heard. When I felt my back hit the softness of the bed – I almost moaned I was that tired. Hunter gently tried to unwrap my arms and legs from his waist and neck. I whimpered quietly at the loss of his arms around me.

I opened my eyes to look at him pleadingly- my eyes were still glassy from crying. I reached out towards him whilst wiggling my fingers at him – gutting out my lip in a pout. His eyes dragged over my appearance as he tucked the sheets up to under my chin. He sighed when his eye reached my face- giving in, laying on top of the sheets and pull me to his side. I sighed peacefully, gingerly tucking myself into his side -my head resting where his heart was. His hand gently brushed my hair- that combined with the comforting sound of his breathing, and his soothing heart beat- I slowly closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep. Sensing this hunter leaned down, pressing a kiss to my head. Snuggling deeper into the softness of the sheets, whilst listening to his constant heartbeat and breathing -I drifted off into the worst nightmare I have ever had.

Deafening Silence - Chapter 12

Have you ever woken up and remembered nothing about where you are or how you got there?

That's exactly how I felt when I woke up in Hunter's bed for the first time. A dim glow of light was streaming in from the window, caressed the white chipped paint on the walls making the whole room appear to glow. The room itself looked more like something you would find in an abandoned house- with cracked walls, ceilings, and old wooden floors- rather than a room for three teenage boys. I shifted slightly in the bed, lifting myself up onto my elbows- the sheets pooling around my waist- feeling the softness between my fingers as I sat up, leaning back against the head body. Running a hand through my birds' nest I was passing off for hair, I re-adjusted myself on the bed so I was on my side so that my legs tangled comfortably in the sheets. Across the room from his bed there were two more - one green and one coffee colored- neatly made beds, which I assume are Chris and Bills beds. And along the walls there were a few shelves with books and pictures, most of them being boys when they were a lot younger- grinning impishly into the camera. My favorite was probably a recent picture that they took that was sitting on Hunter's bedside table; they were sitting down at a bar, Billy and Chris were standing on either side of him laughing - but what I loved about the picture was Hunter's face.

Laughing softly I reached out, tracing their faces in the picture. Only Hunter could sport black eye, a split lip with a little bit of blood trailing down his chin and a shit eating grin all in the same picture.

I heard a chuckle come from the bathroom door and I didn't have to turn to know it was him.

Keeping my eyes on the picture, I felt the bed shift down near my feet. "How was your sleep?"

I turned to look at him- his voice was guarded, cautious as was his face. I felt my brow pucker. What was wrong? How long was I asleep? Did something happen? Questions spread through my mind like wild fire. I was so busy thinking about what could have happened- I didn't realize that I had started to hyperventilate.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down," he got up from where he was sitting and came over to where I was sitting, kneeling down in-front of me. "Nothing's wrong, calm down angel."

His voice was calming as his hands started to stroke my arms reassuringly. My breathing slowly returned to normal the farther time went on. I closed my eyes, leaning forward onto Hunter's shoulder- as I felt him climb into the bed with me. His hair was slightly wet, telling me that he just had a shower. I felt him gently pus me over so he could have some room on the bed- which was fair because he was at least twice my size and weight with his muscles. After a few minutes my almost panic attack was nearly over. My breathing had returned to normal and my shaking had almost completely stopped - yet I hung on Hunter's arms like they were life rafts.

"All better now, Ang?" I blushed, embarrassed about my almost panic attack.

I gave him a small glare and followed it up with a smack on the shoulder. I pushed myself away from him, putting my back against the wall- ignoring the shiver I got from the cold wall. He leaned back as well, shifting his weight onto his elbow- his muscles tightening with his every move.

When he caught me staring at him, he smirked, "See something you, like?"

My blush deepened as I dropped my gaze to the sheet, drawing random shapes on them.

I heard him chuckle again, "How did I get in here?"

And just like that his laughter died, "You don't remember do you?"

I shook my head, peeking up at him through my lashes. His face was dark, his eyes swimming with anger, hatred, and another emotion that I have never seen on someone's face before. The intensity of his anger and hatred on his face, made me shrink back against the wall; in a vain attempt of an escape.

His face softened slightly, "You kind of freaked out down stairs. I took you up here to help calm you down."

I nodded, rubbing my arms with my hands, even though I felt as if he was hiding something from me.

A cellphone went off and Hunter groaned in annoyance. Pulling out his phone, he made a face at the caller id-

"We'll be there on time- Jesus Christ Chris stop calling!"

He angrily ended the call and got up from the bed. Once he was standing he looked at me expectantly.

I raised my eyebrows at him and he huffed, "Come on, we got to leave soon."

"To go where?"

"I have a fight tonight," he replied opening his closet and grabbing a jacket. "And you're coming."

My eyebrows flew to my hairline in surprise. I looked at him bewildered, "why?"

"Because," he said walking towards the mirror that hung above the dresser on the far side of the room. "I - we promise J that we'd keep you saf3e while he was away."

My mouth formed an 'O' shape whilst he turned his head to smirk at me up should go put on some warmer clothes - we are taking my bike."

"Why can't we take the car?" I questioned, rising from the bed and swinging my feet to the side.

"Chris and Bill took it to go get the place ready for us."

Placing my feet on the freezing floor I moved towards the closed bedroom door, "okay. Come to my room when you want to leave."

Just before I shut the door I heard him say, "I don't know which room is yours though."

"That's your problem not mine," I retorted before closing the door with a soft click.

When I got to my room I took a quick shower than got dressed. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, matching them with a white tank. Running a brush quickly threw my wet hair I pulled it in a messy bun- pulling on a pair of chucks, I fast walked back to the bathroom I applied some mascara just as I heard a knock on the door.

I heard the door open and a voice call out, "Are you ready, yet?"

I rolled my eyes at his impatiens- of course he wouldn't knock before coming in.

"Yeah, one sec." I pulled on a loose grey zip up hoodie, only zipping it up half way before stepping out of the bathroom.

He was looking around my room, unlike his my wall where full intact and a deep red color. The walls had no posters of any kind and the only thing that the shelves had to show for were a few books, others were scattered around the room - but besides that my room was perfectly clean.

Smirk upon his face, Hunter leaned over and pick a book from my unmade bed. "Ah- wonderful story to read before you go to sleep."

His sarcasm was lost on me as he held one of my favorite books in my collection, in his hands. Lord of the flies. Moving closer to his back I shrugged, "it's my favorite."

"Really?" he turned head around to look at me incredulously- his eyebrows almost disappearing into his hair line, a small smile replacing the smirk.

I nodded gingerly taking it from his hands, turning and placing it on my bedside table- stroking the cover lightly before I raise my eyes to meet his.

I lifted one of my eyebrows, motioning towards the door. He sighed heavily, walking towards the exit with me trailing silently behind him. We didn't speak as we made our way down the stair to the kitchen- this made me raise my eyebrows slightly at hm.

"The door to the garage is through here." I nodded in response.

A noise came from behind us and suddenly I was being pulled forward by my arm.

I yelped and scampered after him. When we entered the garage I ripped my arm from his grip, giving him a harsh glare. He rolled his eyes at me and walked over to his midnight black motorcycle.

He straddled the bike and motioned for me to get on behind him. Hesitating for a moment then slipping cautiously on to the back of the bike- only having a split second to grab on to him before we were speeding out of the garage and on to the roads.

Most people would think that riding on the back of a high speed motorcycle would be terrifying - and for the first few seconds it was, but when I started to relax a little - it was amazing. I love the blur of the city lights as we whizzed on by, it was something that I knew as soon as