Chapter 27

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Oof, talk about cliffhangers!

I mean, forgive me readers, for I have sinned.

It has been a very hot minute since I have last updated, dare I day boiling. BUT without further adieu I present... His Sun And Moon Chapter 27!

THIA

When we arrive at River's house, he hauls me inside and slams the door behind us. Appearing very focused, he closes all the curtains and begins making food. What a kind soul he is, cooking for me. Pretty much my slave.

A piercing pain shoots through my head, making me gasp and close my eyes. Though I've always been prone to headaches, they have never been this strong and frequent.

It's been happening ever since I've been hanging out with River more...

"It must be you, River, you're giving me headaches. It must be all the attitudes you have." Honestly, he's such an emotional child. He's worse than a teenage girl.

A frown in his tone, he replies coolly, "Yes, because I'm the basket case. But seriously, someone needs to look at your head, make sure you're okay. I'm worried about you."

Breathing through the pain, I sit on a bar stool up to the island. "Please stop nagging me, I know you have a hospital addiction--"

Holy crap, he has a hospital addiction. I didn't realize until I said it out loud. No wonder he keeps getting into fights and I keep getting shot. He wants any excuse to go back there.

Given, he didnt actually take me there when I got shot...

I wonder why...

He's addicted to the hospital and takes any excuse to go, except to bring a girl that he says he loves...

THE FLAZZER HAS A GIRLFRIEND AT THE HOSPITAL!

He tried to pull a fast one on me I see. Think again leopard boy. I'm onto you.

When my headache subsides, I lift narrowed eyes to glare at his distracted expression as he makes me a delightful looking sandwich.

Too bad I can't eat it, it has liar germs on it.

He's probably thinking about her right now. I wonder what she looks like. River always calls me beautiful, does she look like me? I know I'm not easy to handle, she's probably better with people than I am. She's probably not always confused and annoying people.

If he only looks at how beautiful I am and that's the only reason he stays through all my issues, then why would he stay when he finds a prettier girl that's the whole package?

Staring at him blankly, I watch him put my sandwich on a plate and slide it towards me. Without a word, he walks towards his office with purpose.

He's on the phone in there for an hour, at one point, I hear his tone soften while he asks something, in an almost flirty way.

I stare at my sandwich, not touching it. Through all the craziness, I never think about the fact that he's out of my league, but he apparently has. I'm glad he is now so that I'm not dealing with this later.

"Your name is Thia Oliver, you're fifteen years old. You live with your mother in Chicago, Illinois, USA...," The Voice drones on. The Voice has been telling me details of my life for as long as I can remember.

I don't remember what my life was like before The Voice.•

"Thia, baby," River shakes me and the strange dream of sorts washes away, "Are you okay?"

The Voice can listen too. The random thought confuses me, but I just stare at River. When his hazel eyes dazzle me, I look away before I cry.

"I'm sorry I'm annoying," I mumble, tears filling my eyes, "Sometimes I just do stuff."

In an instant, he has me cradled to his chest. "Hey! Why are you talking like that?"

Pressing my lips together, I avoid eye contact, "Um," my voice cracks and I shiver into sobs, "I don't want you to leave. And I know you only like me because you think I'm cute and she might be cuter than me, but please don't go. I love you."

He's silent for a moment, but he doesn't sound calm. His breath is unsteady and I can hear the heart in his chest beating erratically. His hands tremble and even without looking at his face, I know he's mad.

Of course he's mad, I'm over here crying like a baby and making him hold me.

Finally, he speaks, his voice deep and passionate, "Thia, I love you with all my heart. Not just because you gorgeous, but also because you're brave and funny and you have this magnetism that draws me to you. I'm angry at myself for not making you feel confident about my feelings for you, I'm so sorry baby. I'm never going to leave you, I'm all yours and you aren't sharing me with anyone."

Trying to hide my blush, I bury my face in his chest, "What about the girl at the hospital? The one you like."

"What? Who told you--?" He hesitates, processing, and then states firmly, "That was a very long time ago. She and I were barely a thing and it ended quickly. I have not thought about her since. I love you."

Though his words soothe me, I'm still slightly unsettled by the idea of him loving someone else. I'm a selfish shellfish.

"Good," I grunt, looking up at him and wiping my tears, "Because I wouldn't wish you upon my worst enemy. You're pretty much the definition of boring."

He gasps dramatically, "You dare insult me?! Prepare to be punished!" Carrying me to the living room couch,  he drops me onto the cushions and crawls on top of me, then proceeds to tickle me until I die.

I scream and squirm and kick him, trying to escape from his torturous fingers. "River! Stop in the name of love!"

Surprisingly, he does stop, but instead of standing up, he lays his body on me fully, cuddling around me like a big, human-like blanket. "Baby," he mutters into my ear, his hot breath seeping into my body, "Would you be open to being looked at by a doctor if they came here?"

I frown, not quite understanding why I need to be examined, "Um what would they do to me?"

As if trying to keep me calm, he plays with my hair, "She would get your blood work done and check your previous bullet wounds, and all around make sure you're doing okay."

Why does he need my bloodwork? Kissing River's shoulder, I sigh, "Will you stay with me the whole time?"

"Yes," he lifts his head from the crook of my neck and grins down at me, making me blush.

"Fine then," I concede, lifting my hand to play with his curls, "But only if you get off of me so that I can eat that sandwich, I'm starving!"

Chuckling, he pulls himself to his feet and helps me up as well. As soon as I'm vertical, I dash to the counter and start ravaging my amazing River cuisine. My eating resembles that of a wolverine, food flies everywhere and I know I growl at least once. Then all at once, it's gone.

Disappointed, I frown down at the empty plate. Where's my slave? "Slave," I clap my hands, summoning him, "Make another."

River pokes my side as he walks into the kitchen, snorting when I jump with the instilled fear of tickles. Because it's his first offense, though, I'll let it slide, the sandwich means too much to me to punish him just yet.

Happily, he constructs the beautiful piece of heaven. My mouth waters just watching him. Those hands...

Behind me, the front door slams open. Quickly, I twirl around, gasping in shock.

"Oh I see how it is," snarls Davion, stomping into the house with Caleb and a few others, "While I've been kidnapped and held hostage by none other than our sadistic brother, my other brother is over here playing house wife to some chick, and liking it!"

Still calmly slicing a tomato, River barely looks up, "Oh great. You're back." His tone drips sarcasm, making Davion fume and me gasp.

"River! Didn't you say you were worried about him?! Why aren't you hugging him?" Maybe he's worried I'll get jealous. Silly slave.

Davion smirks, limping to the island, "Oh were you now?"

"No," River scowls at me for snitching, "I was having the best time of my life without you here to bother me."

Caleb says nothing, he just walks up the stairs, looking exhausted.

Clearly peeved, one of the other guys in the entryway glares at River, "Some leader you are, we almost died."

Rolling his eyes, River slides me another sandwich, "Please, it's Joe. We've done this same rescue mission a few times and it's not like he's creative. It's always the same thing. I knew you guys had it under control."

"Whatever," the guy grumbles as all walk towards the stairs, "We're using your shower."

"Go for it." River turns to Davion, resembling an angry mother, "And how did you get yourself kidnapped this time? Drunk in a ditch again?"

Obviously being called out, Davion scoffs and looks away, "Psh, noo."

"Yeah that's what I thought, next time, we aren't going to rescue you."

"If you go, we won't be able to rescue you."

"I know, but this is what I was born to do."•

I blink, shaking my head of the strange memory. And just like that, my headache returns, making me close my eyes to try and ride out the pain.

River is telling Davion off loudly, "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF..."

I hold back my hisses of pain, trying not to take attention away from whatever emotions they are finally letting out. I swear they're worse than children.

"Your name is Thia Oliver--"

"NO IT ISN'T," I scream into the empty room.•

Scowling in confusion, I look up at River and Davion about to throw hands. I guess it's either crying or fighting to let out their anger. I doubt they want to cry together.

Headache subsiding, I pick up my sandwich and watch them, entertained.

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A LITTLE KID!"

"YOU ARE! YOU'RE LIKE THE DUMBEST PRETEEN IN THE WORLD!"

"I'M NOT A PRETEEN! FOR THE LAST TIME! IM EIGHTEEN! I'M AN ADULT AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

"THAT'S WHAT A PRETEEN WOULD SAY TOO!"

Wow, and I thought my family was dramatic. Imagine if both families got together, it would be mayhem.

If River and I get married someday, what would our holidays look like? Caleb would probably laugh at Hayden's spoon collection and everything would just go downhill from there.

Eventually, the two boys tire themselves out and Davion flicks River's ear before sprinting up the stairs.

River considers following him, but thinks better of it and turns his attention to me. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Eh," I polish off my sandwich and lick my fingers, "I enjoyed it."

"Of course you did."







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