Caesar Leone

Chapter four

(Athena) 

I’ve been up for about an hour now. I woke up to a crash in the kitchen. I ran from my room to the end of some hallway, and aimlessly walked around looking for the kitchen once I found there was a man, Tall with brown hair. He was washing his hand off in the sink. Red stained the counter tops. He was cursing under his breath. Not even realizing that I was standing here. I quietly went to the cabinets to find something to clean this mess up with . and something to wrap his hand in. I thought about calling the lady that comes in and takes care of me. But I think she deserves a break. Besides, injuries are what I'm good at fixing. Had a lot of practice. Then he realized I was in the room,

“It’s ok i'll clean it up, It was my fault anyway.” The tall man said. His voice held sadness. 

Then he turned to me and I was met with his eyes... purple, they were glossed over. He was drunk and you could tell. His hand had a huge cut down  the middle of his palm. Other Small cuts scattered his hand. His shirt was stained in red. He took his shirt off and ripped it in half using one half to wrap his hand. I stood there shocked but then i said,

“ you need to disinfect that first.”

“I'm not letting that stinging bullshit near me. Besides, I clean it with water.” he looked at his hand and something was playing in his eyes. A memory maybe? Or his thoughts? But it was playing and he wasn't ready to let it end just yet.

“ We can talk if you want, I'm a good listener.” he stood there and then looked up so he was met with my eyes. 

“ I’d actually like that If you don't mind.” He muttered under his breath.

“Well my name is Athena, nice to meet you.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. 

“Lincoln, nice to meet you Athena.” He said with a smile.

“Now let's go find the living room and  watch movies. I can't find anything in this house.” He laughed at my comment. 

“Caesar likes it here, the size doesn't matter, it's the view.” Lincoln giggled at my confused face. 

“What do you mean by the view?” I asked him.  He took my hand and led me to a staircase. We opened the last door and there we were, on the roof. Overlooking the city. Breathtaking is what it was. Now I understand why he said that .  We stood there for a few minutes overlooking the city and giggling about jokes. We headed back inside and finally made it to the living room. I ran to the couch and claimed my seat. He held up options for what to watch. One was “Ratatuoi” and “Nemo”. We watched them both and we must have fallen asleep cause we only woke up once the house door swung open and running in the house came Caesar and a small boy. 

“Thank god you're ok .” Caesar said, looking at me. taking a deep sigh. He looked over to lincoln. 

“What happened to you? You look like s**t. “ Caesar laughed out looking at lincoln. 

“He cut his hand.” I quickly blurt out. 

Caesar laughed, “I can see that, I mean he looks like shit.” 

“He doesn't.” I playfully say punching caesar in the arm. 

“Oh I wouldn't do that little one. This isn't a fight you'll win. “ Caesar said his eyes grew dark but not with anger with something more playful, Lust Maybe? 

“I think I'll take my chances, Mister Leone.” I said with a giggle as I ran back to the couch. He ran after me jumping on the couch. I quickly hid behind Lincoln. Lincoln puts his hands up and tells Caesar, 

“You want her, you gonna have to get through me. “His half awake voice didn't give me much confidence. Caesar easily pushed past Lincoln. He picked me up and ran to a room I haven't been to yet. It was decorated in black and whites. The bed was softer than the one I woke up in. He dropped me on the bed. And looked me dead straight in the eyes. 

“ God you're so beautiful.” He began to lean down. And just when I thought he was gonna kiss me. I start bursting out laughing. My half breath trying to form words as I try to remove his hands from tickling me. 

“I told you that you didn't want to start this fight.” 

“Ok I yield, let me go.” I said mid laugh. 

He stopped looking down at me. His silver chain hanging from his neck tickled my noise. His eyes peered into mine. He licked his lips before he sat up on the edge of the bed. He was anxious or nervous. He started to rub the back of his neck. A question played in my head and I tapped his shoulder saying, “for whatever reason you took me in, thank you. My knight in shining armor.” 

He smiled but it faded when he said,”I’m no Knight, But I'll always watch over you. I'll be the devil on your right shoulder.” I giggled. 

“And I'll be your angel on your left shoulder.”  He looked at me and a smile drew to his face. “ and thanks again for saving me. You're not that bad after all.” 

“I have something I want to ask you, If you're ok with it.”  he said, and I nodded.