Mafia Love

16.

It had become night and we were still in the same position as we were earlier. After what ky told me about Adrian again there was silence. Just then the door banged open and I saw Kurt enter.

He looked furious.

Ky heaved a sigh of relief, ran and hugged him. But he didn't hug her back. I've never seen Kurt like this before. For all I knew they were like love birds. He loved her dearly and I've never seen him even raise his voice at her. But today what I saw in front of me was different. I didn't see the happiness in his face as how it used to be when he sees her. I didn't see his smile. I didn't see any emotion. If only I saw some emotion it was anger and frustration. Something must be really wrong. He didn't even hug ky back  and she too sensed it.Where is Adrian by the way.

"baby what's wrong" ky asked noticing his change in behavior.

He said nothing. He just stormed into a spare room and shut the door with a loud thud. I guess he uses that room when he comes over to Adrian's house. We both stood there in shock. She looked at me and then at the room. I looked at her and then the room.

What was even happening? 

"I guess he's tired" I said trying to console her.

"no.....something has gone wrong.... He's never been like this before " she said in a shaky tone.

I went to the kitchen took the first aid box and came and placed it in her hands.

"You must go and clean up those wounds of his....maybe he'll open up as to what happened." I said.

She looked on top then at the box and then at me.

"thanks" She replied and went up the stairs towards the room.

Before getting inside she looked at me I nodded my head and gave her a small smile. She nodded back and with that she went in.

Where is Adrian?

He told Kurt was with him then why has not come home yet? 

As I was thinking about him I saw the door open.

Adrian entered and the sight of him shocked me.

He was hurt.

His knuckles were bleeding. He limped a bit. His lip was cut. His palms were stained with blood and dirt. His suit was no more neat. There were blood stains on it. I hoped it was not his. He walked with shaky steps towards his room and closed the door.

I stood there awkwardly.

Was I invisible?

Had he not seen me?

But I saw something in his eyes which I never saw before.

I saw fear in his eyes.

I saw regret.

Frustration.

Defeat.

Anger.

And most of all I saw sadness in his eyes.

The Adrian I knew was not like this. He was strong. But the Adrian front of me was broken. It was as if he has given up all his hope. I slowly made my way to my room took out the first aid box and went to his room. I stood in front of his room for a while staring at the door contemplating if it would be right to go inside now or give him some time alone. I didn't know if he would like me to be in there with him. But I needed to clean those wounds else it'll get infected. Taking a deep breath I slowly turned the knob of the door open and went inside. I know he told me never to enter his room but I can't help it. I know I should knock as well but I don't wanna disturb him if he's resting or something. Moreover if I knock I'm very sure he won't allow me inside. When I entered the room I saw him sitting on a couch near his bed the room was dark and only the moonlight brightened the room. But the moonlight was bright enough for me to see him properly. His head was rested backwards on the couch and his eyes were closed.

Is he passed out?

Should I try to wake him up?

  Or maybe he's asleep.

His hands were on his thighs. He had removed his court and unbuttoned his shirt. His tie hung loosely on his neck and his hair was shabby. I kept the first aid kit on the table nearby and slowly knelt down to clean his wounds.

Hell, I've never been so nervous in my entire life.

I looked up from my kneeling position and saw his face.

His sharp features were so attractive.

I smiled to myself as to how stupid I was.

I was secretly hitting on a Mafia.

My smile slowly faded away as I noticed a cut on his forehead. It was bleeding. Well not to much but it looked preety deep. I slowly stood up bent closer to him and with a piece of cotton I gently wiped away the blood I then put some antiseptic and covered it with a bandaid.
I  then took another piece of cotton and wetted it with water which I got in a bowl. I then took his hand in my hand and started cleaning his palm. His hands were huge and my hands felt tiny in front of his. After cleaning away the dirt and the blood from his wounds I dipped the cotton in an antiseptic and slowly wiped his wounds occasionally blowing at it because I didn't want it to sting for him. I took my own time to apply the antiseptic on the wounds and once I was done with that I took a bandage and carefully wrapped it around his hands. I made sure I didn't hurt him or disturb him from his sleep. After I was done with his right hand I sighed and looked up at him and I almost fell back in shock. I saw him staring down at me.

His gaze was intense.

It was as if his eyes were piercing holes through me. He searched for answers on my face. Before he could say anything I spoke up.

"see I'm sorry I came into your room even though you warned me not to come in. You can punish me later but for now please allow me to clean your wounds.....That's all that matters at the moment....It'll get infected if it's not cleaned." I looked at him and he still held his gaze on me.

No expressions,

No emotions.

It was still that stern look.

"you can clean it up yourself if you want" I said seeing that this man didn't like me in here.

But honestly I wanted him to let me do it for him.

With that I hesitantly got up to leave but I was pulled back down by him. He then stretched out his other hand. I looked at him and then his hand.

So he wanted me to clean it up?

Thank God he's not being tough.

I knelt again and gently took his hand in my hand. I cleaned it and put the antiseptic.When I did that I noticed his hand's grip on my hand become tighter maybe because of the antiseptic's stinging effect. I slowly blew at the wounds for him to feel a bit better and I noticed his grip loosen. I bandaged his hand and then I looked at it for a minute. All this while I knew that he was looking at me and probably studying my actions. I was nervous inside but I didn't show it out. Once I was done I looked at him and as expected he was already looking at me. I gave him a light smile but he looked away from me.

Douchebag!

I got up and moved a few steps away from him.

"You should wash yourself and change your clothes" I said and I turned to leave when I heard his voice.

" thank you " he said.

I turned around in shock.

He thanking me?

That was unexpected.

His voice was cold, raspy and stern but I didn't care about it. At least he's thanking me for what I did, something he never did before. I smiled at him. But he didn't return the smile. Instead he looked away. Noticing the awkward silence and the building tension between us I realized it was my que to leave. I muttered a welcome and then turned and left. He didn't react to anything. He was just looking out of the window.

After coming out of the room I was happy.

Happy that for once he allowed me to do something for him.

I was happy that I could help him.