The song of Storm and Rose

Chapter Nine

Storm went into the room to find her laid carelessly on the bed, the blanket wasn’t covered properly on her, and she wasn’t laid in a comfortable position to sleep well. Storm dropped the glass of warm yoghurt on his table and went over to her picking her up bridal style and placing her again on the bed in a more comfortable position pulling the covers over her leg. He took one last look at her before he returned to finishing his glass of warm yoghurt.

He climbed onto the other side of the bed that she laid, pulling the covers over him then turning off the beside lamp.

“Tomorrow morning will be the best morning I’ve ever had and I’ll gladly have it on record.” With that he turned his body to face the opposite side of the room while Rose faced the other side.

He shut his eyes and forced himself to drift off into a deep sleep when he was woken up by the sound of someone panting for air. He turned around immediately to find Rose struggling to breathe,

“Hey hey hey!” He got up immediately and faced her trying to hold her.

“GHAH! HUUUHHHH!! AAAAHHHNNN!!” She kept gasping for air. She was squeezing the end of his sheets and her eyes were rolling back.

“Asthma attack?!” He jumped up from the bed immediately running back and forth in confusion, wondering what he could do. “Asthma… asthma… inhaler!” He said as if a light bulb had just popped on his head. He runs out of his room and rushes to the guest where Susan sleeps in.

“Susan! Susan!!” He shakes her aggressively.

“Are we under attack?”

“Do you perhaps have an inhaler?” He asks.

“Inhaler? No! What would you need one?”

“Tch!” He runs out of her room again and decides to rush down to her car. He had not locked it so he opened it opening all the spaces and holes and cabinets in the car, throwing things around until he found a bag in a pharmacy packet. He opened it to find some drugs and an inhaler.

“Inhaler!” He said in a victorious tone as he sprinted back into his room where she was.

She was already out of breath, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

“Oh, how on earth do they use this thing?” He said as he fumbled with the inhaler in his hand and it fell out multiple times. Susan walks into his room wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and then she takes the inhaler out of his hand.

“Do you know what good news it will be to our father when he finds out that the enemy’s Luna is dead?! Their Luna?!”

“I will not be implicated with her death. Give that to me now Susan!” He reached for it but she pushed her hand back.

“Fine. You don’t know how to use it anyways so I’ll help.” She pushed him to the side and placed the inhaler in Rose’s mouth pumping it until she was stable once again.

“That should do it,” she said as she put the inhaler back on the table. She got up and wrapped her sleep robe around her folding her hands on it,

“I hope you know what you’re doing though. I’ve not know you to be someone who is foolish and stupid.”

“Ouch Suzie but I understand your worry but trust me, this is not even the time to be planning her death. Or any one of theirs. There are more important things that strangely have been calling my attention. And it determines if I give in to the pressure of finishing her and her miserable off, once and for all, or…”

“Or?”

“Don’t worry Susan. Hopefully it does not reach an ‘Or’. Thank you for stepping in to help. Goodnight,”

“Night Storm.” She said as she shut the door behind her. Rose was sound asleep again, although her breathing was hitched. He laid back in bed with her but this time he turned his body to face hers.

For the first time he noticed the mole that sat up on her lips, it was quite small so cannot be noticed on the first look. He noticed her long lashes and perfectly threaded eye brows.

“For years I’ve been living in your shadows, and now I finally make it out and you finally, for the first time, feel threatened. Yet here you are suffering to live on my bed and I had the opportunity to end your life but you’ve given me more questions than I could ever think of.”

“He killed you. He caused all of it. I promise, I’ll get the revenge that we need. The justice that deserves to be served.”

“Why won’t you let this go? I just got back and you’re already putting words in my head.” He lamented.

“I hate him so much. I hate that Storm guy. He’s their son afterall. His father is a murderer. What more can the boy be? All of them, with one mental issue or the other,”

“I don’t think anyone sleep talks the way this girl does and it’s pushing me to commit murder. But I refuse to do so. The time is not here yet. You’re in luck,” with that he shut his eyes to fall asleep but then he felt her hand hold tight to his hand, placing her head on it to fall asleep and he didn’t struggle. Not once.