Chapter 19: From Scary Yet Caring & Playful To Dead Serious
I’ve never in my life wished for the world to end but right about now I’m thinking that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if it did.
Okay, that sounds dramatic even for me but I seriously don’t want to be in this situation right now.
I let out an involuntary whimpering sound not only because of the jolting pain from my ankle that shoots upwards in unpleasant spasms, but also because the look on Silas’ face as he walks towards me is just a bit scary.
The look he’s giving now could definitely put to shame the glare he gave me when I kneed him in the stomach earlier.
He stops about a foot away from me. He’s always towering over me even when I stand next to him, but looking up at him from the ground is definitely a bit daunting.
“Hey, Rin. What is this?” He says in a low rumble as he crushes the letter that’s in his left hand along with the rest of the mail.
Before I can answer he drops the mail to the ground before moving to kneel down next to me. “Who gave you permission to keep getting hurt?” He mumbled.
Moments ago I felt pained and anxious but in an instant I can’t help but burst out into laughter. Who gave me permission to keep getting hurt? What kind of lame line is that?
“Oh okay. Next time before I land on the ground I’ll make sure to ask for your permission before hand.” I sarcastically reply in between fits of laughter.
Silas doesn’t seem as amused as I am. “I’m being serious. I can’t stand this at all.” As he starts to speak he tone of his voice is icy and thin. Hearing his tone causes me to immediately cease my laughter.
“You’re always doing thing your own way and never asking for help. I hate to say this but even if you can’t come to me why can’t you at least go to Levi? Why are you always shouldering everything yourself?” The more he speaks, his deep voice becomes gentle but still even more fragile as if it can break at any moment.
I instantly have an uncomfortable stinging feeling in my chest.
What is this? What is wrong with me? I don’t think I like this feeling...
The stinging feeling in my chest is quickly replaced with the rapid beating of my anxious heart as Silas lifts me up off the group without any warning.
“Hey, put me down!” Despite begging for him to put me down I can’t stop myself from wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders out of instinct.
Silas deadpans, “If I put you down you’ll just fall again.”
“Yeah, but what about your back? Didn’t it hurt from earlier because of how heavy I am? What if you really mess it up this time?” I continue to argue. Last thing I want to to get called a baby hippo again or to get blamed if he pulls a muscle in his back or something.
The door to my house is still open wide from my unsuccessful attempt to stop Silas from getting the mail so Silas just strides inside without much effort.
Silas lets out a soft chuckle. I can barely hear it but I can feel a small rumble from his slight laugh as I cling onto him for dear life. “Did you seriously believe that? I was just joking around. I didn’t think you would take it that seriously. You're really not that heavy.”
After a moment Silas gently puts me down on the living room couch before making his way back outside, most likely to retrieve my crutches and the mail.
When he comes back in he leans my crutches on the side of the couch. He places the mail on the coffee table before walking off towards the kitchen.
When he comes back into view I see he's wrapping a dishrag around the bag of peas. He then gently moves my foot onto one of the pillows on the couch and places the self made ice pack onto my ankle.
I open my mouth to tell him that I’m fine and that I don’t need it, but before I can say anything Silas is already shushing me. “Don’t say you don’t need it. You just fell on an already sprained ankle. Humor me by icing it and keeping it elevated for just fifteen minutes.”
I blink in response to his words, trying to slowly process them.
Since when was Silas this responsible? Is this really the same guy who non-stop teases me and acts like a jerk?
Is he possessed, did my knee to his guy knock some much needed sense into him, or is my earlier thoughts about wanting the world to end about to come true?
“Don’t look at me with those eyes that clearly show exactly what you’re thinking.” Silas says as he flicks me on the forehead.
I was wrong. He’s still the same Silas I know. Only he could be this much of an annoying punk after a split second of being sweet.
“That’s not nice.” I grumbled out as the rub my palm against my forehead.
I watch as Silas’ mouth curls up into a small smirk. “Well maybe I’d be nicer if you didn’t look at me like I’m a lunatic every time I try to be.” His voice is soft and gentle as he reaches his hand out again.
I instinctively cover my forehead and tilt my head down to protect myself from another potential forehead flick.
I feel a hand gently touch the top of my head, ruffling my hair. I peek up to see Silas smiling down at me.
For a moment I feel safe. I lift my head up and move my hand from my forehead. As soon as I do that Silas delivers another solid flick right in the same spot as before.
“You demon!” I cry out. He didn’t do it too hard but it still stings. I rub the palm of my head against my forehead yet again.
Out of the corner of my eye I see as Silas reach to grab something from off the table. When I give him a proper glance I notice his smile has been replaced by a serious expression.
“Now, can you please tell what this is and why is it in your families’ mailbox?” Silas asks as he shoves a piece of paper in front of my face.
My eyes adjust to see a glimpse of the red smudged mess of a handwritten note. I advert my eyes, not wanting to see what's written on it.
“Well it looks like paper with something written on it. I’m guesing it got into the mailbox because someone put it in there.” I respond, purposely playing dumb.
“Read it.” Silas demands.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to.” I mumble under my breath.
Silas clicks his tongue before responding, “Read it or I’ll show it to your parents when they get home and they can read it for you.”
Well, that's definitely enough initiative to get me to read it now. “Consider yourself lucky. This is only the start. If you don’t stay in your place you’ll suffer even more you fugly cu-" I pause, does it really say what I think it does?
"Oh wow. Nope. Not finishing that sentence. Man, whoever wrote this needs to rinse their potty mouth out with some soap. They also need to practice their penmanship because it looks like they wrote this with their feet. Wait, what if they did write this with their feet?" I nervously start to ramble.
I'm not good with things like this so the only way I know how to cope is to dissociate by saying something dumb.
Silas lets out a loud and frustrated sounding sigh. He throws the piece of paper down on the floor before placing his foot on top of it and moving it in a motion that instantly crumples and crushes it.
“Rin, I’m not playing around. Maybe I was earlier, but I’m being dead serious right now. I need to to take this seriously too. This isn’t something you can just shrug off. This is a real problem."
I try to deflect again, "Oh wow. For a second there you sounded just like Levi. I always wondering if you guys were actually twins or if one of you was just switched at birth but this just confirmed that you are indeed very much like twins."
"Rin." Silas sternly calls out as he gives me an icy look.
"I don't know! I don't know who keeps sending these types of this or why! Okay? I just want to keep ignoring it an hopefully it'll just stop." I sputter out.
Silas looks shocked. "How long has this been going on for? Why haven't told anyone? Your parents- let's tell your parents they can-"
"No!" I interrupt him. "Don't tell my parents. They worry as it is I don't want them worrying even more."
Silas frowns as he leans close to me placing a and on each shoulder "What if this becomes worse? Then what?" He asks.
"This is probably just some prank and nothing to freak out about." I try to sound convincing but after today I doubt this is just some prank at this point.
Silas starts to say something, but then the doorbell rings drowning out his words.