Dern

The silence shifts to a violent turmoil. Heavy hurls of wind, quacking the window blends, it rushes against tin stuff, lifting them up. The sky shoots a flash of white patterns, as rumbling sounds fill the sky.

It doesn't take much for the wind to fail. The rushing sounds of rain follows suit, as the calm sinks in soaking over the scenery.

I sit calmly in the confines of my room, my mind a cascading mess, while I take in the sudden change of scenery. Much from a bright starry night, the sky had turned thick, letting down heavy showers of rain.

My mind goes similar to the sky, my thoughts, not exactly static, with the tossing and turning which has me uncomfortable. From some inquisitive excitement, I'm lost in confusion, and quite the wandering imagination.

I never expected what I had seen. The shimmering light which cuts through his eyes as the door shuts. His glittering skin, glowing from the cracks of the shutting door. He watched me, his eyes were fixed on mine when that door ran shut, and I stood in awe, staring at least anyone I thought to see. No, never what you expect.

Unable to shut my eyes to sleep. I let out a groan rising off my bed. My duvet lets in a tad bit discomfort in my legs, so I pull it off. My feet match against the ground, its chills biting in at once. I love it, the sensation. It tags along, letting down its chilly feeling slowly until it goes warm. Apparently something, someone should have done, before letting my mind walk into an unclad situation.

I sigh softly, shifting my legs into my flips. It is deep into the morning, and I guess the sun might soon rise, since I had walked into my room two hours past midnight. And I have no exact clue, how much time I had taking with the tossing and turning.

Not letting my mind drift towards it anymore, I opt for a drink. Maybe something cold, while standing outside the door, with some droplets of rain falling over my face. The thought of it fills me up, and I go for it. Flipping open my door, and walking off towards the kitchen for a chuck.

My legs stick to a spot the moment I get into the kitchen. My eyes had lifted to the sight of some figure seated into the darkness. My mind will run wild, but I barely have the breath for it, not after a train of thoughts I have dealing with me. I make a turn, taking my eyes off, as I search turning on the switch. The light pours in, with a set of eyes that matches mine. Seeming gazing, I watch him stare while holding onto a mug, with some hot vapour, pouring off it.

Trailing my eyes off, I haul my mind over towards the fridge. I stroll past him without a word, going over and taking out a bottle of water. I can feel his eyes on me, his slurping sounds heading towards my ears, I know he's waiting for some sort of comment, but I'm not the one to falter.

Taking off its lid, I chuck the water in, feeling it wash down my parched throat. My hands clip against it, as I slam it over against the island's slab.

“Good morning Mr Thane” I finally greet, having a bit of relief fill my gut while I gasp.

“Good morning Mr Kelvin” he replies, dimly gazing at me.

Thane wears a stoic look. Stiff but calm, he has an expression this time, and it is clear as crystal what it is.

“Is that all you have to say ?“ He questions, when my feet shift away, trashing the plastic bottle over the bin.

I sigh, as I'm so unwilling to have this talk. But not minding, I do let it out, giving him the response I think I desire.

“You could have given some heads up” I say, letting it out, while my eyes are drawn on his.

Slowly I watch it shift. His countenance takes a twirl. From something stoic, his lines shift, as he lifts the corner of his eyes, gazing with questions in his eyes.

“That's your trouble ?“

“Should there be another ?“ I respond with a question, unsure what he's expecting, if not that.

I stand blankly staring, waiting on some response while he mopes at me, barely saying any words but just sounds.

“I honestly thought you'd be quitting, or saying something a bit rash, or probably demands” he replies, and now it's my turn lifting my brows in question.

I have no clue why he'd think that. I love my job, it's quite comfortable, but then heave a breath, laying my hands over my waist, with a soft nod. I now realise why he thinks that.

“Ooh” I mouth “that never crossed my thought, not until now” I say, watching the tension sink in a minute.

“And now ?“

“Ohh, I still don't see a reason for that” I say, lifting my hands up, and slapping down, while my lips curve into a smile. “No, that's not why I'm unable to sleep,” I confess, taking a seat while my hands rub softly against my face.“Do people still do that ?“ my eyes lift, and his cocking brow, quite confirms it.

That's quite out of it. I know the world is scary, but to go that far, I thought that was far gone not until now.

“So what have you got up ?“ He softly asks, having me lift my face.

I let the silence linger for a moment. My eyes fixed at his brown-golden ones, I let it sieve in, while my brain properly drew on my words.

“It's just… I can't be the one paying them. I say that out loud “it's just against my morals and pretty much against my faith” I tell him, watching him softly nod in agreement, while he sips from his cup.

“Isn't your faith against it though” he questions, letting down his mug.

My cheeks rise, while I think about it. “Maybe, maybe not. I still have my speculations” I respond “But no one's sexuality is exactly my business. The person you sleep with isn't my problem, so why bother ?“ I say, sure he understands what I'm saying.

He only nods again, repeating my words of not being the one who pays, but not really suggesting he agrees to it.

“So you wish to be exempted from it ?“

“Yes,” I replied. Sure I don't have it in me, seeing a man standing unclad, consistently chewing carelessly at his gum, while sizing me up.

“Okay then, it will be as you wish, but” and there comes the clause, my hands almost slamming against my face “You'd still have to escort them out, cause they get clingy at times” he says, and I nod, knowing I can work with that.

It ends up becoming a deal, relieving me of that stressful thought. I just can't, I'm no pimp for my boss, maybe getting into the bodyguard role, but that's all I can do, and nothing else.

“I should go grab my sleep” I say, feeling my worries drown in the pit.

The cold splinters through, shedding into the fabric of my clothing, and that breaks me free. My eyes are heavy, but he sits silently, sipping the last part of what I think to be a coffee.

“A question first before I leave” I say, letting his curious eyes peek at me for a moment. “How often ?“ I ask.

He stares for a while, lifting his lips as he sighs at my question.

“Last three called it quits the next day. Last one placed a threat for cash or she'd tell” he resounds in a breath.

“And I guess, she's no longer on this earth ?“ I ask, watching him break off a chuckle at my question.

“Is that what you think of me ?“

“Not you, just a general for wealthy humans” I reply “you'll are mostly jerks, and would fuck over anyone who tries to mess with you” I say, clearly seeing his amused gaze.

His eyes fester on me, and with every crack on his lips, he falters to speak, finally letting go with a breath.

“That's partially right, I won't lie. But never generalise stuff” he says, looking at me, while I'm focused, waiting for a response. “O God, No. I'm not that monster. Although she's locked up, should be for quite some time” he lets out, and I feel the smile creep up my lips.

The night ends when the downpour thickens. Rising from his seat. I watch him stretch out, catching a glimpse of his shredded body, as his toughened Abs protrudes through his unbuttoned shirt. For a minute my eyes linger, laying in to see more, but my brains slam against it, as it moves my feet up, leading me sharply towards the entrance.

“Kelvin” he calls out, halting my steps of retreat. “Ally or Queer ?“ He questions softly “but before that, thank you though” he says.

“Why…”

“I need my response first” he cuts me out, getting me into a fix, I barely want to be in.