Anticipation has a habit to set you up
For disappointment in evening entertainment but
Tonight there'll be some love
Tonight there'll be a ruckus, yeah, regardless of what's gone before
Alex freaking Turner was standing right in front of us.
At first I thought I was hallucinating, because there was no way our 'enemy', to call him something, was standing on our doorway, and I couldn't see how he knew where we were staying at. But when Natalie also saw him, my heart dropped to my feet.
He was just standing there, drenched from head to toes. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he was keeping his head down, as though he was ashamed of something. I couldn't quite discern his expression, but he certainly didn't look as confident as that day back in London.
Natalie kept his gun high and I couldn't see her face because her back was to me, but I somehow knew she was thinking the same I was: what was this motherfucker doing here?
My stomach was clenching weirdly, and not in the good way. It was different than when Natalie kissed me, it really was... it was a bad thing this time. A really, really bad thing.
I had no idea how we were supposed to react to this, it was such a goddamn plot twist that we were caught very fucking off guard. I was still just in my sweatpants, I had dropped the blanket somewhere in the house when we ran downstairs.
What were we supposed to say? All of us were silent, the only sound filling the emptiness being the roaring of thunders and rain. Speaking of which, I had no idea how I'd ever be able to think of the rain without thinking of Natalie.
The way she turned to a completely different person just a few minutes ago... she started ranting about things like death, but in a very unique way. As though rain brought her real side out in display, a side she wasn't willing to show to anyone and rarely ever came out.
The way she talked about death being a beautiful thing caught me a bit off guard. I thought she wanted to do something to herself, and the sudden emptiness in my chest made my breath start hitching in my throat. I didn't want to lose her, it was one of the things I constantly had in mind without even being aware of.
She said some real deep shit out there, and I felt so mesmerised by her words that the arrival of Alex made my head hurt so fucking much. Like when you go from a warm weather to a cold one in a matter of seconds, which makes you sick.
I found it very cute how she got all flustered about something as simple as a necklace. I couldn't help but feel a bit down about it though, maybe she had attachment issues? Perhaps the necklace really did mean something to her, and I couldn't ignore how my heart fluttered when I thought about that.
I couldn't keep my eyes off her tonight. She looked especially beautiful even though she was just wearing a simple sleeping short and an oversized t-shirt. She had grown to be the only thing I stared at... literally.
I wasn't completely used to her new hairstyle yet, it made her look much younger and she honestly looked like a different person. I loved it, I really did, it just always got to me every time I saw her. And her bedhead appearance... fuck, don't even get me started on that topic.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Natalie raised her voice a bit, snapping me out of my little bubble when she talked.
"I- um," Alex stuttered, fumbling his pocket for something which only made Natalie's grip on her gun tighten. "You dropped this."
And I couldn't believe my fucking eyes when I noticed Natalie's rose necklace hanging from his finger.
My jaw dropped open and so did Natalie's, her hand loosening around the gun as she removed her finger from the trigger. Her whole body tensed and I didn't know what to do, I wanted to hug her because it looked like she was about to cry.
My mind was spinning, it was making my head hurt so fucking much because I couldn't seem to decipher Alex's actions. Was this all an acting? Was he trying to get under our skin? What the hell?
If this was actually an acting, then he was a very fucking good actor. He didn't even hesitate to flinch when Natalie's gun was aimed at his head, almost as if it was a reflex, an instinct. Fuck, I was never good at speculating on this kind of things, everything was so fucking confusing.
I wanted to know what was going on inside Natalie's mind so badly, she was just staring at the necklace hanging from Alex's hand like she had seen a ghost, and-
"Why the fuck do you have that!" She suddenly snapped at him, snatching the pendant away from his hold.
Alex jolted at her sudden reaction, taking a step backwards as though he wasn't expecting this to happen. To be honest, Natalie was acting really damn chill in comparison to what I expected she'd do.
In my version, she took out an NSV and started shooting everyone in the room.
"I- I'm sorry I didn't- you dropped it when you ran away and I just had to give it back... I'm sorry," He started blabbering, catching me very fucking off guard with his attitude.
He looked so nervous, I swear I even saw a slight blush on his cheeks. He was motioning his hands in front of him, keeping his head low as though he was scared, or maybe sad?
I frowned, keeping my palm pressed against the wall. Natalie just stood there with wide eyes, her muscles so tense that I was wondering how she hadn't passed out from the pressure. I was dying to find out what she was feeling.
Alex looked so insecure... fuck, what was going on? I couldn't tell if he was being genuine or not, but I was pointing to the first option because it looked more like it. 'Eyes can't lie', they say.
The door of the car parked on the street opened and out came Alissa. She sprinted towards us, keeping her hand over the gun holster on her side. Natalie's grip on her own weapon immediately tightened once more, and now she was aiming it at her head.
"Alex, baby, look at me. Are you okay?" She came up to him, placing her hands over his shoulders. "Do you want to leave?"
He breathed sharply, but he didn't answer. Fuck, I was so fucking confused. What the hell was going on? Was Alex okay? I couldn't seem to decipher anybody's actions, not even my own.
The way Natalie dropped the gun was enough to make my eyes widen. She stepped forward to wrap her arms around Alex, and I could tell no one was expecting this. Now there were three pairs of wide eyes staring at her as she hugged him, and I didn't know what to do.
Why the hell was she hugging him? Was she out of her mind? I was quick to grab the gun from the floor, keeping it loaded on my hand in case something happened or someone decided to do anything.
I had a feeling Alex was a back-stabbing son of a bitch... literally. Something was telling me this was all a huge act and he was going to hurt her, I couldn't risk loosing her. My heart was thumping against my chest already, threatening to break out any moment.
"Natalie," I stated sternly, hoping she'd get the hint and pull back.
But she didn't. Instead, she hugged him tighter, and this time, he reciprocated the embrace. It was an odd scene to watch, Alissa's eyes were wide like mine as she kept her eyes fixated on Natalie, probably as startled as I was. Everything that happened since we opened the door was a huge fucking chaos.
"What the fuck?" Alissa mouthed voicelessly to me, shaking her head.
"I have no idea." I mouthed back, shrugging my shoulders.
I watched as Natalie whispered something in Alex's ear, and the fact that they looked like life-long friends was internally freaking me out. I felt oddly uncomfortable, like I was interrupting something.
She pulled back only to grab her blanket from the floor and wrap it around Alex's soaked shoulders, placing her hand on her back and... guiding him to the living room?
What the fuck?
Alissa and I stood by the doorway, our shoulders grazing each other as we watched how Natalie started saying things we couldn't hear. She was sitting on the coffee table and he was sitting on the couch, his hands shaking subtly.
My mind was spinning so much that it was making my head hurt. I didn't understand why Natalie had just let Alex fucking Turner into our house without even questioning his purposes... was she high? Drunk? Okay?
I had reasons to believe Alissa was thinking the same I was thinking, everything was so confusing and I was a bit too tired to speculate as much as I was. Was this a dream? Well, I really fucking hoped it was because there was no way any of these was actually happening.
'Alex' and 'Natalie' were two words that didn't belong in the same sentence.
"What the fuck?" I heard Alissa's British accent next to me, but it sounded more like she was talking to herself rather than to me.
"Yeah..." I shook my head. "What the fuck?"
Well hi there
This chapter is short because it's kind
of like a filler only, next chapter
you'll find out more about
Natalie and her... little problem
You're not ready for what's
going to happen