Only You (Greyson #1)

Thunderstorm

Chapter 15

The thunder seamed to crack through the air, jolting me awake, as if the very heavens might split apart. It rolled like the ash of a volcano, becoming a rolling booming rumble. It declared to all the raw power of nature and gave fair warning of the wrath that was to come. Lightning came, a brilliant shock of white in the graphite sky, forking silently to the unsuspecting ground - the thunderous boom always calling its warning too late. Rain falls in crazy chaotic drops, the gusting wind carrying them in wild vortices one moment and in diagonal sheets the next. I sat up and reached out to my nightstand lamp only to find out that the power was out.

Thunder ring out again.

I never felt like my room was creepy until I saw it in this suffocating darkness. The once bright lively walls were now nightmarish.

"Tristan!" I called out. "The powers out!"

No response.

"Tristan!?" I yelled getting out of bed and grabbing one of the robes Tristan had for me. A black semi-sheer, mid-weight fabric that drapes in a gorgeous A-line silhouette. It was flattering yet comfortable, the tiny touches of lace along the sleeves brought out a feminine flair to the gorgeous classic look. I put on some matching ballerina bedroom slippers and found the backpack Tristan had given me. I dumped all of its content onto the floor carefully looking for a flashlight.

Bingo!

Mini LED flashlight.

For the serial killer on the go.

Stepping over my mess I made my way towards the door heading to Tristan's room just down the hallway.

"Tristan?" I said knocking on his door,"I'm going to flip the fuse box".

I heard the pitter-patter of running water.

Shower.

I made my way past his door and headed downstairs.

The wall of windows in the living room was breathtaking as I stared at the site before me. I never gave a second thought to storms other than flooding season. But this, this was beautiful. Waves crashing down, a sky of dark green charcoal, lightning and thunder in a harmonizing dance of give-and-take. I pause for a moment to just take in the site. When would I ever get another chance to see something like this.

After admiring the veiw I made my way downstairs. The steps curved in a white marble spiral. I made my way through the gaming room full of 80s arcade games, a pool table, foosball and air hockey table with a wrap-around fully stocked bar. After, making my way through the gaming ground I found myself in a spa, then a theater, a pool with a rock climbing wall sticking out of it, the gym and a storage room. But I didn't find the power box.

I made my way back upstairs now in search of some candles.

Now, if I were candles where would I be. Probably not in this house. Christian had a lot of functional things not a lot of decorative items. But, I searched anyway. The kitchen, living room, hearth room, and bonus room had no candles. I started to search the library/study room.

Aha!

I found one acting as a book stand. I walked over to the Bookshelf and reached up just out of reach. I was a confident five foot three but even on my tippy-toes I still couldn't reach it.

Just...a...little...more....

I felt a warm strong hand grab my waist making jump back bumping into the shelves and drop my flashlight with a scream that quickly died off when I saw it was Tristan. His hair was still wet and his white T-shirt had swatches of water that desperately clinged to every delicious ab on his body. He reached up and easily grabbed the candle handing it to me.