CHAPTER 15

Calla woke up the next morning earlier than Ethan. He wasn't on the bed with her anymore. He was sleeping on the couch. Calla crawled out of the bed and went to the couch. She stood beside the couch and looked at Ethan, sleeping peacefully. She knelt down on the ground, put both of her elbows on the couch to balance herself and stared at Ethan. She was smiling looking at him. She couldn't help, he looked so cute while sleeping. "I'm not cute. Stop drooling over me." Ethan said, eyes still closed.


Calla's eyes widened in shock. She quickly got up and was about to step away from the couch. But Ethan grabbed her hand and pulled her. She lost her balance and ended up in Ethan's lap. He sat on the couch, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. Calla's cheeks were pink and she lost her voice. She put both of her hands on Ethan's chest to push herself off of him but it didn't work. Ethan was smirking, he knew she was struggling to get out of his hold and terribly failing. Ethan leaned in and brushed the tip of his nose with her cheek. She gasped but didn't stop him, she never knew why but she always liked the way he showed care for her. But it wasn't just care, she was sure.


Ethan was looking at her, she was blushing hard. He found it really cute whenever she looked at him through her lashes. They were still sitting on the couch, Ethan wasn't planning to let her go that easily. But just then, Calla's stomach growled loudly. Ethan tried hard not to laugh but he couldn't control it and ended up laughing hysterically. Calla felt so embarrassed and she hid her face in her palms. Ethan grabbed her hands, removed them from her face. She looked at him, embarrassment still visible on her beautiful face. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed in front of me you know. I have even seen you naked so many times, then why just feeling embarrassed over your stomach making sounds. So many nights, you've slept in my arms and you don't know. I know every single mole on your body. " He said that with a wink.


Ethan pecked her cheek. She shivered with the thought of Ethan seeing her naked. Ethan chuckled softly and loosened up his arms. She quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. Ethan sighed and left the room but didn't try to read her mind.


Ethan freshen up in the other bathroom and went downstairs. He stepped into the kitchen and started cooking them breakfast. Ethan was feeling uneasy but he brushed it off and kept himself busy in the breakfast her was cooking. He dished it out in two plates, one for Calla and one for himself. He went to the dining table, took his seat and waited for Calla. He waited and waited and waited, but she didn't come. He felt his chest tightened up but he didn't pay attention. The breakfast was now cold as ice. "Why isn't she here by now." He thought. He looked at the clock, it was 3 hours. He stood up and went upstairs to his room to check if anything was wrong. He opened his room door but she wasn't in the room. He went to the bathroom door and knocked it gently. "Calla, are you okay?" She didn't reply. He used his vampire sense. He heard her extremely fast heartbeat. He also smelled fear. He quickly broke the door with his vampire strength as he thought she was in trouble or needed help. She looked at him and her sobs became a bit louder. He walked to the bathtub where she was sitting. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly as in to protect herself from him.


He sat down on the ground beside her. He felt like someone had sliced his heart, seeing her cry was something he could never bear. "What is it Calla? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his voice was heavy with sadness and pain he felt in his chest. She didn't reply again.


"Calla please, if you want to kill me then kill me but don't cry. It's more painful than my own death." He said as a tear fell freely from his eye. She looked at him, he could see the fear in her eyes.


"You were my stalker?" She said. It was more a question.


"It wasn't like that Calla." He said, He scooped her up in his arms and carried her bridal style. He brought her to his room and made her sit on the edge of the bed. He sat on the ground, grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.


"At least let me explain." Ethan said. She shook her head.


" How can I trust you that easily? You can do anything to me and no one will ever know what happened to me." Hearing her answer, he felt his anger rose.


"How can you disrespect me like that? I wasn't a stalker, but the one who saved your life more than once." He yelled at her and she jumped hearing his angry voice.


"I don't believe you." She whispered. Ethan lost everything just at that moment. He grabbed her by her neck and slammed her on the soft mattress.


" You dared to call me stalker and things after I saved you so many times that you can't even count." He yelled through gritted teeth.


"How can I...I k.know you are telling me the truth. I remember n..nothing." She stuttered. He looked in her eyes for a few seconds, she felt herself lost in his deep blue eyes.


Just then he whispered in her ear "Remember everything about that evening when you almost died." He said and zoomed out of the room.


He could not stay in that room any longer or he would have hurt her. She had awoken the monster inside him. The same monster who had fallen asleep when she was born. He left her alone and went to the basement. He was so angry, he couldn't bear his anger anymore. He started trashing his things. He lifted weights and threw them on the mirrors that were covering the walls. He broke all the machines with his fists. He was still feeling crazy. He picked up the fridge from the corner of the gym and threw it on the ground. Everything inside the fridge spilled on the ground. He destroyed the whole gym. He knelt down on the ground, he couldn't control his tears anymore.


On the other side, Calla was coughing hard, he almost had choked her. She was still lying on the bed as a hidden memory came back to her mind. It was when she had started her high school. She was just 14 and went on a camping trip that was planned by the school.