Deafening Silence by _dream_ (ebook reader below 3000 TXT) 📖

Callas pov


Lunch ended much too quickly. I had my earphones in the entire time – blocking out the sound of their conversation. This was bullshit. I’m not a little girl anymore- I can take care of myself, and I have for quite a while. I know that Johnny is just doing what he thinks is right but it was so frustrating. I just wanted to be left alone. I’m glad that he is here and all, but I don’t want all of these other people coming between us. I want it to be like we were younger- just the 2 of us. I sighed as the bell rang standing up; I walked towards the doors when I felt something grab my wrist- jerking me to a stop. Annoyed, I glanced behind myself only to see hunter was the one with the death grip on my wrist. The burning sensation that I got from his wrist touching mine- was enough to have me yank my wrist back forcefully.

He huffed at me when I moved to walk away from him, “were you not listening to J?”

I looked at him incredulously, and then motioned towards my headphones.

He dragged his hand through his hair and down his face. “If you had been listening at all, you would know,” he stated sarcastically, “I’m taking you to class.”


I rolled my eyes at him. Yeah right – that was going to happen. I strode towards the door, only to have him follow me there. I huffed again in annoyance; this kid would not give up. I spun quickly back on my heels, causing him to whack into me. I took a step back and looked up at him- giving him the darkest look that I could muster.

“I know you think you’re trying to help- but I don’t need any.” I raised my hand and poked him in the chest,” I am perfectly happy without anyone watching my back for me.”


It was his turn to glare, he towered over me- on the inside I was screaming, but on the outside I remained calm. “Look, I didn’t volunteer to babysit.” His voice was Livid, and his face set in an angry scowl.

On the inside I flinched at the anger in his voice, but on the outside I raised higher on my feet- letting my rage take over my body. “Well no one asked you!” I snarled right back.

Surprise flashed across his face for a split second- as if he was surprised that I had actually yelled at him- before going straight back to furious. “Johnny did- and trust me if I could, get away from you I would.”

I didn’t think that it would hurt that much – him insulting me- but it did. It was a wave of pain, crashing against me. I sucked in a deep breath and pivoted on my heel and headed back towards the doors- ignoring the sound of footsteps behind me.


All through the day he followed me to every class. Every –freaking- one of them. By the time school had ended I have never been angrier at someone in my entire life. When I saw john standing at Chris’s Jeep, talking with the boys- I practically ran at him. When I was close enough I sent my fist straight into his gut.

He grunted when my fist made contact with his skin, rubbing his stomach with his hand afterwards.

“What the hell was that for?” he whined, his face set in an attractive pout.

I felt blood rise to my head in anger,” What the hell did you do?!” I asked him incredulously.

“You left me alone with a complete stranger- and trusted him to look after your own sister!”

”That is not true and you know it!”

“No I don’t! Why would you do something so- so stupid?”

“I trust Hunter to look after you!! Can’t you understand something so simple?”

His words sliced through my heart. He was my brother- I couldn’t believe that he would think I would trust someone besides him.

He breathed through his nose, clearly still angry. “Now get in the car. I don’t have time to deal with this.”

I quietly climbed in the car with everybody else- no one dared to question J when he was upset.

He slammed my door shut and tapped the roof of the car, before jogging towards his own car. The ride to the house was a lot more quiet then the one on the way to school. I felt eyes on me but I ignored them, looking out the window and watching the scenery pass by in a blur.


________________________________________________________at home______________________________________________

When we got back to the house, I practically jumped out of the jeep while it was still moving. I sprinted to the front door – ignoring the sound of tires rolling up the driveway. I slammed the door – causing all the windows in the house to rattle with the great force. I managed to stumble up the stairs just as the guys were coming in the door. I refused to look at them, not wanting to show them the tears in my eyes. I ran up the rest of the stairs and into my room - I dropping my bag on the floor, face planting on to the pillows.


I hear some shuffling behind the door, “amica.” His voice is soft and reproachful.

I ignoring his voice, I walked over towards my dresser and pulled out a pair of his old dark blue sweat pants and matching grey hoodie. After a while I gave up and opened the door for him. Not making eye contact with him, I walked back over to my bed, sitting on the edge. My eyes were on the ground when suddenly his feet came into.

He sighed, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, amica.” Pause. “It’s just that- your acting as if you don’t trust me as much as you did, when we were younger.”

I raised my head, “I do its just-“I lowered my gaze to the ground again.”- I don’t know them. They scare me.” I whisper my last words.

John hushed me, getting on to his knees. He reached out and cupped my face in his hands,” Amica,” he crooned softly. He patted my hair down,” you know I would never endanger you in such a way.” His eyes were soft and caring as they roamed across my face, my body as well. He smiled softly at me, “seeing as you are already dressed- why don’t you crawl under the covers and have a nap.”A nap - Something so simple, yet it calmed me almost instantly; I slipped under the covers, whilst J rose back onto his feet. When I had finally settled down in the bed, he gingerly smoothed out the blankets and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out, gently smoothing down my hair; I closed my eyes in comfort- even though on the inside I was still hurting- this was the closest to happiness I had been in a long time.

The light beside my bed went out and J bent down a pressed a single kiss on the top of my head, “Sleep well, amica.”

The last thing I heard before I slipped into oblivion was the sound of the door being closed.


Calla’s pov


Waking up in the morning was one of the many, many things that I hate about life. It was so rare that I ever got any sleep- so I liked to cherish every second that I got. Last night had been one of those unusual sleeps where I had no dreams what so ever. Most people wouldn’t care if they had dreams or not- but to me it was either nightmares or no sleep whatsoever. I rolled on to my side to look at the clock- only to see that it was about 5 am. Groaning quietly, I climbed out of bed- walking towards my bathroom to start my morning routine. After I had gotten out of the bathroom- I quickly dressed in a pair of dark wash skinnies and large white long sleeve top, with a tight black tank top underneath.

Throwing my pack over my shoulder- along with my jacket- I wandered down the dark halls only to find no one else was a wake. I grinned- perfect.


Hunter’s pov


I woke to the smell of waffles, eggs, and bacon. I bolted out of my bed- almost falling over my sheets and on to the old wooden floor. I ruffled my hair and glance around my dimly lit room. The aging white walls were slightly cracked, and the paint peeling in some places. Sara had offered many times over the years to fix the room up- but every time she asked I refused; I didn’t want a single thing about the room to change. I had grown up in this room; spent my first night in a bed here, meet my best friends- and even had my first beer here. This room was my center of the universe- besides the warehouse. Throwing on a pair of sweat pants and grabbing a shirt, I strolled out of my room- trying not to wake up the guys. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I pulled the wife beater over my head- following my nose to the kitchen, where I saw something I defiantly didn’t expect.


Instead of seeing Mum at the stove – standing in front of the stove, was Calla. My eyes wandered around the kitchen, only to find that we were the only ones in here.

I walked toward her whilst glancing at the stove clock- it was only 5: 30. Stopping behind her I realized why she hadn’t noticed my presents- Dautry blasted from her headphones. An idea formed in my head; grinning wickedly I jumped onto an empty section on the counter. She let out a scream when she saw me sitting there – following it up with an angry glare.

I reached over and pulled out one of her headphones, “what are we having for breakfast, Lilly?”

She glared menacingly at me before facing the stove again, “what are you doing up- I thought low lives didn’t get up until noon on a Saturday.”

“Smelled the food- J didn’t tell us you cooked.” I replied, ignoring her attitude.

I saw her tense at the mention of John,” he talks about me?” she asked, whilst cutting up peppers for the eggs.

“All the time,” I told her, quickly grabbing a piece of red pepper. “I knew I recognized you from somewhere.” I said whilst munching on the sweet pepper,” he described you pretty well.” My eyes flitted across her figure- causing a blush to make its way on her face.

She hesitated before asking, ”Are you good friends? You and Jonathan?”

“Yeah- Ever since we met- he’s a really cool guy,” I nodded.

She chewed on her