I didn't know why he was doing this. He had no idea why I was like this in the first place. I wanted him out of my sight. I wanted to be alone.
"I said leave Q." I repeat and his gaze never wavers. I didn't want to fight over this. We were both equally stubborn and I really didn't want to do this now.
"No." He whispers and not the kind that got butterflies in your tummy. That whisper was demanding and firm. I hated it.
"Alright Mr self righteous what the hell do you want from me?!" I shouted and I closed my eyes. I yelled. I never tell and one of my parents was going to be here any minute after hearing me. Shit. His grip on my arm only tightened, the word No still lingered in the air but neither of us moved to take action on it.
And there they were. Footsteps. Up the stairs towards my room.
"Q"
"She won't come in." He replied and I was starting to entertain the thought of slicing this guy's throat. Fuck.
A knock came through and I got up to go and see my mom from the door. From the peripheral of my eye I could see Q move towards my bathroom in case my mom came in. But something tells me he wouldn't have cared being caught.
"Did something happen in here?" Mom asked folding her arms over her chest.
"No mom. I was reading a text and went a bit overboard. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
Get mad at me please. Mom get mad.
Her blank expression remained and she just gave me a faint smile and told me to close the door. That was it? I had never seen that before. I stood frozen at the door my mind slipping. I hadn't meant to hear what had happened downstairs a few minutes ago. Q was standing by the doorframe of her bathroom and slowly, taking deliberate steps, walked towards me.
I had wanted him to leave. Now....now I wasn't so sure.
"Bring your beautiful mind back here. Back to us." He murmured against my hair as he laid his head on my shoulder as we stood. My heartbeat rocketed. Was it the words? His voice? Or the feel of him on me? I....I was being confused. He confused me. Took me into places mentally and emotionally I had never dared to trudge.
"Could we please talk tomorrow I'm tired." I said as I realised my voice sounded cracked like it was waiting for one push and the dam would erupt. Again.
"I'd rather lose you to your own heart than your head. I hope that helps."
As soon as he told me that he disappeared back into his own room. My heart? I didn't know what it made of everything recently. Jace's passing, Felicity drifting away, Q's presence and finally. My parents upcoming divorce.
I had never seen my mother that angry, that determined. I would have expected it from dad but not her. Mom was the kind of submissive wife who had to change her lifestyle to tailor to married life. Dad was the unpredictable one. The one who never let his guard down and had a conversative personality.
Mom had cheated.
For months.
I plopped on my bed and tears burned the back of my eyes. I was never close with my parents. I had detached myself physically from them as much as I could. I merely let them be and they did the same for me. But one thing I had never doubted were the vows they made to each other. This wasn't exactly a situation I can judge. I can't say whether mom was in the right or wrong. But she as hell has the kind of aura for getting things done and determination than any other person.
Had Q heard? Is that why he came to comfort me?
This was so embarassing. I don't think I could handle more of this. I had to solve something. Something I'd find pride in tackling.
I needed to find my stalker.
I needed to talk to him. I was tired of being in the dark. I needed answers.