Chapter 43 Drunk in pain 1

I could argue that he didn't need to, but I kept my mouth shut and followed him. I didn't wante dto run into Edward again, and probably this was enough to make me seek comfort in his mere presence. I knew it wasn't my fault, but knowing Edward over years, I knew that idiot would probably blame me. He still doubts me, not that I minded, but he still thinks that my nature was to stay loyal to him. Always.
He walked slightly in front of me. We didn't talk, choose to make the journey in silence. The silence, however was chaotic. Not only Silas had saved me, he had partially seen me half-naked. The shivering thought made me tighten my hold onto the fabric of his coat.
I eyed his back. His off-white shirt clung indecently to his torso, the material looked shiny. Probably silk. Moreover, I wasn't delusional to think that Silas wasn't a foe. Him saving me didn't meant that we were pals, and we would talk about our pasts but I was hopeful that he wasn't as bad as I ahd portrayed him to be.
When we reached my designated room, I stepped forward and opened the door before turning to say goodbye. But he had other plans. His eyes looked past me as he invited himself inside. I wanted to scoff. How silly of me to think otherwise.
"Can I...stay here for some time?" He asked.
"Of course." I nodded.
I didn't wanted to sound rude. The man had just saved me, least I could do was accompany him. He was silent for a moment. My fingers twitched as I locked the door behind us. I didn't k ew why I did that, but it felt natural to me. With slow steady steps, he looked around the room, like he had never witnessed the scenario. I, however, was rooted to my spot, near the door, just in case.
He nodded to himself, like he was coming in terms with his mind and walked towards the cabinet beside what I think was wardrobe. I eyed him suspiciously as he opened the cabinet, and to my sudden surprise, pulled out a bottle of alcohol from the drawer. Why didn't I notice dit earlier?
Turning around, he gave me a wink and motioned me towards the window, where sofa was located. I contemplated for few seconds before walking towards him.
Guess I would be getting drunk tonight.
Silas sat on the sofa, the face was towards the window. Just I was about to sit on other seat, he patted the seat next to him. "I won't bite." I gulped and nodded.
I hope so.
I took few deep breaths while Silas poured alcohol in two glasses, which I had no idea where they came from, and passed one over to me.
"It'll help." He said.
I tentatively raised the cup to my lips. The bitter taste assaulted my mouth, this was the same stuff which held the power to make me forget myself. I took a small sip followed by a large gulp when the bitter taste exploded into my mouth.
"Careful," Silas warmed, pulling the cup away from my lips. "That's the expensive shit. Be careful or you'll find yourself butt naked dancing around the building with no memory."
Maybe that's what I wanted?
I eyed the bottled skeptically. "Are you talking from experience?" Taking another sip, finishing my glass, I eyed his that was filled half. I grabbed the bottle to pour me another, as he laughed lowly.
"Maybe."
I smiled slightly at the thought of infamous, Silas Anderson, dancing in woods butt naked. Losing his cool composure. He surely looked like man who would never have reckless fun.
Before I could realise, I had finished my other cup also. I looked up to find Silas watching me. I didn't knew why, but at that moment, his hazel orbs allured me to look into them closely. They seemed.... different. A lot. Moreover, his small curve of lips had be hypnotised, I had seen him smiling first time. Or maybe first time being drunk.
I reciprocated his smile.
"Why?..." I asked softly. The words still tingling on my lips, and Silas's jaw tensed. He knew what I was talking about. My pulse raced, insides burning as bitter liquid made it's way down my throat. Resentment still shimmered within me.
"Like I said earlier...you remind me lf someone...." Silas gulped hard, his eyes looking forward, glimmering moisture content within his orbs. Maybe it was alcohol, but I could feel his sadness. A daring emotion I never expected to see in him, a vital contrast to his manliness.
"Someone special? Like your ex or what?" I tried to lighten the mood, chuckling lightly. Silas scoffed in resentment before looking down towards his cup, which was now half filled.
"My mother." I didn't knew why, but I hadn't expected him to reveal it so easily or maybe he felt in contempt. I could somehow relate. Mother. I was never afforded to voice my sentiments. I was too naive to even realise my own mother had abandoned me in this cruel world, to suffer on my own. Silas's gaze found mine.
"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered gulping the liquid down. I imagined myself in his position. The wall clock in my room was the only thing that followed my silence, rhythmically clicking, passing each second. I wanted to say more, to know more. I suddenly was more curious than anxious. The alcohol had taken upon me, making me dizzily forget what happened hour ago, I was in other moment, something I never knew I was able to feel other than fear.
"What happened? How did she...I mean was she sick?" Or someone murdered her. I wanted to ask but wasn't the right thing to do. Words left before I could think. Through the corner of my eyes, I watched as Silas lowered his head shaking.
"No. She's not dead. She's partially alive."
"Like in coma?"
He sighed while nodding his head.
"Like in coma." He affirmed my words.
"Is she here?" I asked with hesitation. Silas gulped his remaining drink and nodded.
"Top floor."