She hurriedly climbed away from the open window's sill. He had seen her. He could almost still see her. His footsteps. He was coming.
Run. Her instincts told her, run, but she couldn't. Her legs were stiff. Stuck. Frozen. She trembled.
“Hey! Who are you?” He yelled from his window hoping to catch a glimpse of the peeper he caught watching him in the shower,” Come out now, or else!”
“Or, else what?” The faded words of her mouth rose up to his red-hot ears.
“ I'll call the cops, now come back here!” Terrified she moved back up the base of the trunk and rested, or ceased motion on the branch only a few meters away. In arm’s reach.
“Who are you?” He asked again, but her face was sealed up tight. Her mouth was like hot tape on a glass surface. There was no way to pry.
“Who are you?” He asked again, this time he grabbed her. Yanking her by the arm, he pulled her through the frame, and into his room. The sudden movement caused his towel to fall to his feet, but he was too angry to care.
Seething, he asked yet again,” Who. Are. You?” His grip tightened. Her dark skin had grown paler. Her face, a mixture of terror and feral, remained blank, though her eyes held pain and confusion. She yelped and he loosened his grip. Not a lot but enough to not hurt. As badly.
Because of his 15 years of age, and taller parents, he had to bent down to inspect her tiny arm. He gasped. The bruise had already started to form, but what really startled him, what really got his attention was the sequence of numbers and letters inked into her dark arm.
Abb-L23215672-SQP
He let go, and she reeled. Punching him in the chest- had no effect. He actually just chuckled- and ran into his closet.
She was scared. He was stunned. She took his surprised state to her advantage, and evaluated her situation.
Window
Just used shower
Books
Computer
Chair
Naked boy
Bed…
She gasped, because she had never seen one in person. Her behavior was never “good” enough. They had taunted her with...he snatched her by her hair before she could touch his twin sized bed. Her black curls, like thick rope, tangled his hand in its maze. He pulled her back against him, disregarding the fact that he was still naked, of course.
“Do. Not. Make. Me-” she writhed in his arms as if his bare skin was acid. Yanking her hair from his grasp and bucking her legs and hips, she managed to get free.
She ducked underneath his “tiny” bed. Sobbing, without tears, she shook terrified. She pushed herself against the wall. His footsteps echoed around the room. She tried to move further away. He moved the bed. Realizing she only had one chance. She screamed, taking his paralysis as an opportunity she ducked between his naked, bare legs, and jumped out the window. His arms were too fast. They snaked around her waist and pulled her back into the room,” Don't be in such a hurry. You have to answer me first.” He whispered coolly, then he dropped her on the floor just in front of the bed. Realizing it was useless to struggle, she stopped holding her tears in. She sobbed. She didn't resist his hands as they reached to pick her up and embrace her. Startled, her heart raced, she became light-headed as her tears swam down his naked chest.
Knock
Knock
“Andre, what the fuck are you doing up here!” His mother yells from the other side of the door. And it was at this moment that Andre realized he was three parts screwed. Firstly because he was naked. Secondly because there was an unknown, random, girl in his room.
And third:
It didn't help that she was naked.
