Deafening Silence

Deafening Silence - Chapter 12

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.