Punk In Love's

What's wrong with you, Chelsea?

A few hours have passed since Peter spent his breakfast with Tom at the Villa. Now the two men are in front of the pool, sitting enjoying the breezy air of Jimbaran. Peter seemed agitated in his seat, checking his phone several times, to see if his message had shown Chelsea a sign. But unfortunately, the message seems to have not been sent as well until now.

He stood up from his seat, Tom watching him while enjoying a snack. Peter paced near the edge of the pond, the curiosity in his heart never subsided. Sometimes he still tried to contact Chelsea, although he knew it was a futile act because the message was not sent alone it signaled Chelsea's mobile phone in a dead condition. But in order to resolve his curiosity, he still did the futile act.

"Shit!" peter said when the voice of the operator was heard.

Peter squeezed his hair in annoyance. His mind fluttered asking what had happened to the woman. Chelsea don't usually turn off their phones.

"Not been contacted?" ask Tom who already knows what is troubling his best friend.

"Yes. The phone is still dead, all my messages are not sent." Peter complained.

"Maybe he was so exhausted yesterday." Tom tried to calm Peter's anxiety.

"No. Chelsea never turned off his phone even though he was exhausted by Tom" Peter denied. His proximity to Chelsea made him know a little more about the woman's habits. Chelsea is an artist with so many customers, she never turned off her phone because it was her tool to connect with her livelihood.

"Or it could be that Chelsea is still asleep and doesn't know if her phone is dead."

Peter seemed to think, Tom's reason made sense. But he immediately removed Tom's opinion from his mind. However coming to the Chelsea apartment is the only solution that can make him calm. Even if Chelsea turned out to be still asleep, and finally Peter had to accept his tantrums. It is better than being alone with a heart that is constantly filled with curiosity.

"I have to go there" he said briefly.

"Where?"

"Chelsea. His apartment. I have to make sure of it myself."

"You're overdoing it Pet." Tom shook his head to see Peter approaching him who was sitting in a lounge chair.

"Why don't you think about him this time."

"You're taking Chelsea too seriously" Tom said

"You think I joked about trying to catch up with her from the start?" ask Peter cynically

"That's not it, man, I know you're serious about getting Chelsea. Even until now, I have never seen you invite bad women to this villa again. That proves your sincerity." Tom tried to explain, he did not want Peter to misunderstand his words.

"Only, if you look too passionate like this, I'm afraid Chelsea will actually feel you're forcing your will on him too much." continued Tom while standing face to face with Peter.

Peter did not dismiss Tom's thought at the time. Indeed, he realized, his closeness with Chelsea so far went smoothly because of his efforts to continue to be around the woman. It never occurred in his mind whether Chelsea liked his way or not. During this time, the attitude that Chelsea always showed him was a normal attitude, Chelsea never rejected his closeness directly. And it takes away another thought in his mind that says maybe Chelsea didn't reject him because he was too lazy with him.

Peter shook his head, he did not want the bad thought to poison him until he was desperate in an attempt to get Chelsea. His main focus is now knowing the situation of Chelsea. He did not want to be distracted by other thoughts.

"I don't want to think about it Tom. At the moment I just want to know the state of Chelsea." said Peter finally.

"I'm going to go see it." Peter continued as he walked towards the exit, Tom followed behind.

"If something really happens, don't forget to call me Pet" Tom said as they reached the door.

Peter nodded in agreement at the request of his best friend. He started to enter Ed's car which he borrowed while in Bali. With a troubled heart, he starts to run his car leaving Tom alone in the villa.

***

Once at Chelsea's apartment, Peter immediately pressed the bell, but he did not get an answer from the bell that he pressed several times. He tried to look inside the apartment through the door window. Nihil, that window was tightly shut by curtains.

Peter looked confused, he looked around the apartment complex. And saw a man with a typical Balinese man come to him.

"There's something I can help you with, Mister" he said politely.

"Are you the guard of this area?" ask Peter to make sure.

"Mister Betul."

"Do you see, the occupants of this apartment out of the complex?" tanyanya pointed to the apartment Chelsea.

"Miss Chelsea mean Mister?" ask the guard.

"Yes. Chelsea. Since morning I tried to call him, but his phone was off. I'm a little worried because he doesn't usually turn off his phone for long." Peter expressed his unease.

"I haven't seen him out yet." the guard paused for a moment, thinking of the best solution to dispel the foreign Tourist uneasiness that lay before him.

"I have a spare key for every apartment here, just in case something unwanted happens...."

"But Mister must sign an agreement that Mister will be responsible for what happens later, because this is privacy" the guard explained.

"Okay, I'll take responsibility." said Peter hurriedly.

After the signing of the agreement was completed, Peter and the guard walked back to the door of Chelsea's apartment. When the guard managed to open the door, Peter immediately entered and circulated his gaze.

Several times picked up and drove Chelsea home, making him a little familiar with the contents of the Chelsea apartment. Especially sometimes Chelsea invited him in just as a thank you to Peter. Peter walked in while occasionally calling Chelsea, but there was no answer at all. The guard of the apartment area still faithfully followed his steps, he could not leave Peter alone before knowing for sure that nothing bad happened to the owner of this apartment.

They walk towards the second floor, Peter knows Chelsea's room is there. Slowly opening the door of Chelsea's room, his head turned inward to find out where the woman was.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, as both eyes managed to find Chelsea who looked asleep on her bed.

"He was there" he told the guards.

"Well, I think I've had enough of Mister. I'll go back to the front post. If there's anything, just call me" he said, saying goodbye to Peter, who was still standing on the doorstep.

"Yes. Thank you." Thank you."

***

Chelsea did not move when Peter entered his room. He sleeps on his back, his blonde hair unravels slightly covering Chelsea's clean white face. He looks sound in his sleeping cradle, what he is dreaming of until he is seen not disturbed by Peter's scream when calling him earlier.

Damnit damnit! In such a sleeping position Chelsea look many times beautiful flirting. Peter could not help but keep a close eye on Chelsea. He knew Chelsea would be angry if he knew Peter had broken into his apartment, especially now that the crazy man was in his room, looking at him with eyes gleaming with lust.

The vulgar shadow again stopped shamelessly in Peter's mind, as his eyes intensely down the soft-looking face of Chelsea, the eyes impudently turning down the neck of the Chelsea level. Peter gulped his saliva slowly, as he imagined what it would be like if he pinned a kiss there.

The vulgar shadow continued to wander in Peter's mind, especially when he imagined the sweetness of Chelsea's lips when he tasted it. Ah, Peter is a normal guy. And at this time he was looking at a beautiful woman sleeping only in thin black pajamas. That was enough to arouse his passion.

Peter immediately shook his head as his mind continued to display the vulgar scenes he wanted to do with Chelsea. He did not want his passion to weaken him at this moment.

"No.. No..Dad.." a faint delusion came out of Chelsea's mouth.

Peter looked surprised, his eyes became wary of seeing Chelsea. He just realized that somehow since when Chelsea's forehead has been flooded by sweat. Chelsea didn't sleep well, he was restless.

"Chelsea.. Chelsea.." Peter tried to wake the woman.

Chelsea looked grimacing in her sleep, her forehead wrinkled like people were about to cry.

"Stop.. No.." those words came out of his mouth again, now with a clearer tone of voice.

Peter could not bear to see Chelsea's condition, he moved up the bed. With both hands holding Chelsea's shoulders, Peter tried to shake Chelsea's body.

"Chelsea wake up. You dream honey." he said firmly.

Chelsea immediately opened her eyes wide. His breath hunted like he ran.

"Peter" he said softly looking at the man.

"Yes. Me here. You're delirious." Peter tried to calm Chelsea down.

No words came out of Chelsea's mouth, he was moved by the trauma of his past. He rubbed his face rough. Her chest tightened withholding her desire to cry loudly. His heavy heart needed an impingement to spill all its weight.

Peter realized that, he gently stroked Chelsea's head. So close to Chelsea, he could even smell the delicate rose of the woman in front of him. Peter's soft caress touched Chelsea's fragile heart, without being held back, the cry came out of her tiny lips. Chelsea tried to cover her face which was flooded by tears.

Peter understands, Chelsea always looks to be a strong woman, Chelsea does not want anyone to see her in a weak condition helpless. Including Peter.

Peter tried to give comfort to Chelsea to shed the burden of his heart, his hands moved to hug Chelsea. There was no rejection from Chelsea for the courage of Peter to embrace him. It makes Peter more convinced that at this time Chelsea do need a place to lean.

Chelsea's cry sounded bitter in Peter's arms. I don't know what makes this rock n roll woman cry that much. By then Peter realized, the fact that he had seen the fragility of Chelsea made him even more want to really get it. Chelsea, with all her mysteries, managed to attract Peter at a point where she wanted a serious relationship with the woman.

Peter continued to stroke Chelsea's hair, until the caress stopped for a moment when the tip of his fingers felt a long line on Chelsea's back. The line felt like a slightly protruding link. His forehead was frowning in curiosity for his unexpected discovery.

"What really happened to you, Chelsea?" Peter sat in while holding Chelsea who were still crying.

Chelsea is unaware that Peter has found evidence of his dark past in Los Angeles.

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