Free from that side of life…

In a swift fluid moment, I swung the door open to face my wonderful bastard.

“Sinister!” I breathed achingly and threw my arms around him.

“Becky,” he sounded a bit shocked as he pushed me in and shut the door, keeping an arm around me.

I buried my face into his chest tightly.

“Why the hell weren’t you answering the phone?” He asked in a soft but harsh tone.

Pulling away slightly, I replied with a confused expression, “The phone?”

“I’ve been trying to call your room phone. You weren’t answering.

I was silent because, to God, I didn’t hear any phone sound.

“You didn’t hear it?” He arched an eyebrow, “Becky? What were you doing all this time? Were you asleep?”

“I wasn’t.”

Sinister walked over to the sofa and sat, pinching the brink of his nose almost in frustration. I didn’t like this, I didn’t like the way he looked right now.

“Are you mad at me?” My voice broke in that soft question.

He snapped his face in my direction and frowned, “What do you think?”

“Uhm, I don’t know.” I sighed ti