Odette POV

Why didn’t my alarm blasted?

Oddly, that was the first thought that entered my mind. I am weird, cannot help it.

Secondly I was aware of the fact that I am in a room that most likely belongs to someone I don’t want to confront right now.

Thirdly I was aware of the face that I am only in my panties and a large grey soft T-shirt that smells like Xavier.

Groaning, I tried to wake up but an intense pain shot through my right leg. Fuck. That knife hurt like a bitch. Looking down at the bandage, I noticed the dried blood around it. It meant someone recently changed the bandage.

Pulling back the duvet, I let stood up from the bed as softly as possible. Testing the waters, I walked in small circles to see if it was save to walk. After a few dull painful steps, I was looked for the door where I planned to escape. I really hope I would be able to sneak out of the room before Xavier...

“Already making plans to escape?”

There goes my plan of escaping before meeting him.

“Where am I? And how long have I been out? And Where the hell are You?”

I heard him but didn’t see him. The room was darkly lit with a soft light from the lamps.

“You are in my home. You have been out for one and a half day. And I am here.”

Suddenly the room was brightened after he clapped. He came into view while keeping an eye contact with me.

And boy was that view divine.

Xavier stood at the end of the bed with sweats that hung low on his hips and a muscle tank that showed off his biceps. He looked like the dark fallen angel, with a 5 o clock beard and untamed hair.

I do miss those arms..

“How are you feeling?” He asked with a hint of worry and softness for the first time since we met.

“Have had a thousand time worse.” I mumbled, not intending for him to hear.

“What Does That Mean?” he asked with each word clear.

Damn it. My mouth seems to run in places it shouldn't.

“Uhh. What time is it? Can I go home?” I desperately tried to stir the conversation from my stupid remark earlier.

“ Its nine thirty pm. And we are in LA.” He said with a tone to meant “I am letting it go for now but not forever.”

“LA? What the hell are we doing here?” I shrieked.

LA, that means the house! That means the house where we were one! That meant FUCK MY LIFE.

“ I don’t trust any other doctor than Thurman.” Simple and precise with a way that led to my doom.

I nodded. Not knowing what to say. Maybe it was the affect of medication or the presence of Xavier but my mind was blank but super aware of his eyes roaming on my body.

“Uhhh... I need to um.. pee.” I said with a meek voice.

Cue the tomato cheeks.

“I’ll carry you.” Xavier said while making his way towards me.

“What!NO! I am not even wearing pants. And its... No. I can go myself just give me a hand so I could walk.” I said suddenly my heart beating so fast that I was afraid I would go into cardiac arrest.

“Its not the first time I saw you in your non appropriate clothing. I saw you butt naked.” He said with frustrated huff.

Curse you blondieee.

“Wait, what happened to those bastard and the girl?” I asked

“ The girls is safe with her parents and I shot those four bastards dead.” He said like it was no big deal.

My breath hitched. He killed them? So I wasn’t hallucinating.

“You-u Ki-Killed them?” I whispered afraid of his answer.

“ Yes.” A reply that left me speechless.

How could he be so blank about it? How? Dis he really not feel anything? This wasn’t my Xavier. My Xavier would at least feel hurt and ashamed. He always does.

Or was it did?

“Aren’t you going to feel even a little bit of shame? That you just took three lives? However much those fucked up bastards were, their death should at least cause you a little unease. HOW COULD YOU BE SO INDIFFERENT?!” I asked with raising my voice at the end.

“Love, We both know why I am like this.” He said with a smirk on his face.

My jaw hung open. Did he really felt nothing? Had he become what he promised me he wouldn’t?

“ How could you?” I whispered.

In a flash he was on top of me. Careful enough not to hurt my thigh or the bruised are. As he hovered above me he said,” The day I became like this was on 26 July four years ago. The day you left me on our prom night with nothing but hatred. The day you killed my mother and the day you left me with nothing but bitterness and poison."

My world stopped. One thing repeated in my head.

Mrs. Storm was dead.

And I killed her.

And I have another murder on my hands.