I sat in solitude, fervently rubbing my arms trying to warm myself. My body shook from both the cold and my rumbling sobs. What did I do to deserve this? I cried out to no one in particular.
"Is it because I stole that candy bar from Danny Collins in the eighth grade?" I called out to the blackness.
I think I finally reached my tipping point.
I cried over everything; being torn from my life home, losing my mother at a young age, having the universe's most idiotic man as a mate.
I even cried at the word mate. "Who even uses that term to discuss humans?! I thought it was for animals that are about to get it on!" I screamed.
I was getting tired but the uncomfortableness of being in the hole vanished any chance of going to sleep.
I sat, lost in my thoughts and crying over my unfortunate circumstance. I did that for hours. Somehow, the tears never ran out.
My stomach was rumbling, having not been fed for over 24 hours.
My entire body was physically weak. I'd never felt more like utter shit.
Finally, after the longest night of my life, the top of the hole peeled back and light entered the room. I stared upward to see a smirking Roger, standing there in all his sexy black t-shirt and jeans glory.
"Well look who we have here. I should have known you'd be a runner."
I stared blankly at him, having no energy left to show how I actually felt at his idiotic words.
"Alright damn," He laughed, "Out you get then," he reached his hand out to help lift me out of the hole.
I stood on shaky legs and reached my arms out to his, grabbing his large hands. I should have known that was a stupid move.
He abruptly let go of me, causing me to stumble backwards.
"Oops, sorry," he chuckled at me.
I glared at him.
He reached his arms back towards me again, "I'm sorry, come on, just grab my hands." His tone was utterly insincere, but I grabbed his hands anyways. This time he didn't drop me as he effortlessly pulled me out of the hole.
"What, no thank you?"
I squinted at him.
He stood opposite me, taking in my appearance, "Well, you look like shit."
I fake smiled and turned away from him, crossing my arms.
He laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, steering me out of the room.
I shrugged him off.
"Come with me. You look like you could use something to eat."
I didn't put up a fight because I really did need to get some food. As we passed some guards I flipped them the bird.
Once we were outside, Roger put on a pair of sunglasses and pulled out a cigarette, stopping for a second to light it.
As he took in a drag, I couldn't help but criticize him.
"You're going to kill yourself." I internally smiled, actually.
He laughed, exhaling a puff of smoke, "We all die someday don't we?"
"That is the most stupid excuse for smoking I have ever heard. Don't you want to live until you turn, like, a hundred?"
"I'll live as long as I will."
I shook my head, choosing to ignore him and his antics.
Looking out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but admire how good he looked with a pair of sunglasses and a cigarette. He was so James Dean.
He noticed me staring at him and gave a crooked smile.
Walking ahead once again, he led me down the street to his apartment building. Putting out his cigarette, he held the door open for me as I entered the lobby. We walked straight to the elevator.
We reached his room quickly and he got out his keys, unlocking the front door to his apartment.
"I ordered pizza," he told me as he went into the kitchen that was attached to a sitting area and got a beer for himself. I said down on the couch.
"You're drinking already," I said with a sneer, "what time is it?" I asked.
"Almost 6."
'What?" I chocked out. Those bastards. They left me in the hole longer than a night. Try nearly twenty-four hours.
"So tell me, how was it in that hole?" He joked, "did you have fun?"
I gave him a blank expression, "Just as much fun as I have being around you."
He sucked in a breath and gave me that boyish smile again, "Ooh, ouch."
Just then there was a knock at the door. He sat his beer down on the counter and moved to answer the door. He came back to the kitchen with two large boxes of pizza. The smell sent my mouth watering.
I immediately got up and followed him to the kitchen table.
I stole two pieces of pizza and, laying down on the couch, stacked them on top of each other and scarfed them down as one slice. I moaned at the taste.
"I take it you like pizza?"
My eyes were closed as I wholly enjoyed the pizza, "Oh yes."
"Damn, if you eat like this now I wonder how you'll be in three months when you have to feed two people."
I ignored the start of his comment, shocked by the second half, "What do you mean I have to feed two people in three months?"
"I mean when you're pregnant?"
I sat up and stared at him with big eyes, "I have to be pregnant in three months?"
"Yes?" He asked with his eyebrows knitted together, confused that I didn't already know. "Didn't they tell you that when you got here?" he was speaking through a mouthful of pizza.
"They told me I would have to have a baby with you, yes, but they never told me it would be in three fucking months!" My voice rose as I continued speaking.
"Oh," he smiled, "Well you do."
My face turned to one of horror as I realized that I was going to have to carry this asshole's child.
"I won't do it."
His expression became a smirk again, "What, you don't want to have my kid?" Roger asked, somehow finding my reaction enjoyable.
"No, I don't actually. That's the last thing I want to do."
He continued, unaffected, "Doesn't matter, the elders are pretty diligent. If they have to knock you out and impregnate you in a lab, believe me, they will."
I was beginning to feel faint. I could not believe what I was hearing. Knock me out?
Oh, God.
"Would they really do that to me?" I asked, shrinking into the couch.
"Without a doubt," he replied, his tone growing more serious at the fear in my eyes.
I stood up, I need to get out of here.
"Where are you going?"
I realized I would definitely be stopped if I tried to run again, so I opted for the next best thing: a shower.
I sighed, "Can I take a shower?"
He nodded, "Yeah, the bathroom is connected to my bedroom."
"Okay," I walked off toward the bathroom, my mind miles from here.
His bathroom was very large and elegant. The floor was made of marble and the walls were cream colored. There was a counter with double sinks and a small door in the room that opened to the toilet. His bathroom had a bathroom. Wow.
The shower was huge. Its walls were all made of glass and there was a large panel on the ceiling as well as on on the walls that sprayed water. Right next to it was a jacuzzi style bathtub. I whistled lowly. Not a bad place to relax.
I saw remote on the wall of the shower and pressed random buttons, trying to figure out how to turn it on. After many failed attempts, I finally got the water going at an ideal temperature.
After stripping and stepping under the water I washed my long, dark brown hair with some musky, manly smelling shampoo. It smelt like Roger.
I hated myself for admitting it but it actually smelt good.
Once washing it out, I put some conditioner in. I used his razor to shave, deciding it was better than being hairy.
I thought about the fact that I would be pregnant in three months. Looking down at my flat stomach, it was hard to imagine a child in there. I tried pushing out my stomach and looked in the mirror across from me, imagining myself pregnant.
I could feel the tears rushing to my eyes, incredibly close to falling out.
Don't get me wrong— I did want to have children. I just always thought that it would be far, far in the future. I also thought it would be with my future husband, whoever he would be.
It's like fate was just like: surprise, bitch!
I bit my lip, trying to get my mind off of it . I continued washing and clearing my mind, the room getting steamy.
Then the door opened and Roger stepped in, walking towards the toilet.
"Roger!" I yelled out, covering my breasts and crossing my legs.
"Natalie!" He called out, mocking me.
"What the hell? Get out I'm naked!"
"Well I have to pee," He grumbled, going to the toilet without even bothering to close the door as he undid his pants and, with his back to me, used the bathroom.
I turned away in disbelief.
He was such a privacy invading fuckwad and my temper flared. He flushed and walked to the sink, washing his hands.
In the mirror, I saw him sneaking a look at me.
"Hey!" I yelled out, trying to cover myself more.
He walked out of the bathroom with a sly grin, and closed the door behind him.
I let out a frustrated breath and finished my shower. I wrapped a light blue towel around my body, storming out of the bathroom to find Roger.
"You!" I found him laying lazily across the couch.
"Me," he winked.
I pointed a stern finger at him, "Don't do that again! I deserve a little privacy!"
"Fine, I won't do it again."
"You won't do what again," I could sense a cheeky reply coming my way.
"I won't pee with the door open again."
"You are insufferable!" I yelled in annoyance. He was a goddamned child!
I turned and began walking away, but he gripped the bottom of my towel so as I walked off, the towel began to unravel itself.
I caught it before it fully came off, but I was too late. He already saw my bare ass.
I wrapped the towel tightly back around myself and turned around, ready to punch his fucking face.
He looked at me innocently.
My eye twitched.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
That's when I lost it.
With a frustrated scream, I jumped on him and started throwing punches.
All of which, he blocked.
"Stop blocking me you twit! Let me hit you!" I yelled, struggling to keep my towel in place whilst attempting murder. It was a difficult combination, let me tell you.
He laughed, and held both my wrists in his one large hand while flipping us so that he was now on top of me.
"I wouldn't hit me if I were you," he said huskily as his eyes bore into mine.
I lay paralyzed from his tone, eyes wide.
He was still for a moment, looking me in the eyes. What. Then he stood up and held his hand to me. I took it and he helped me off the couch. His face held a calculating look. What is he thinking?
I walked off to his room, annoyed, and realized that I had nothing to change into aside from my dress. But that was extremely dirty due to at least 48 hours wear of traveling to space, running away from aliens, getting captured by aliens, and of course spending a day in a hole. Plus it was uncomfortable and tight.
It was safe to say the least I deserved was a pair of clean clothes.
I searched through Roger's dresser deciding I would just steal some sweatpants and a t-shirt.
As I took out a few items of clothing, I felt a presence from behind me.
"What are you doing?" a deep voice spoke right at my ear. He was about two centimeters from touching me.
I jumped up squealing loudly in surprise, my heard beating like a hummingbirds wings. Although, I wasn't sure that him scaring me was the only reason my heart beat so quickly.
I turned my head to look him in the eyes, although I had to look up quite a bit due to my five foot three frame.
The blood rushed to my cheeks, but I held my ground, "I need clothes."
He had a playful glint in his eyes, "And did you ask?"
I glared, "I shouldn't have to."
His amused face turned into one of a smirk, "What's wrong with the towel? I like it. Or even better--you could just wear nothing," He winked.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Idiot.
My anger grew and I huffed, "Roger, stop. Can I please just borrow a damn pair of sweats?"
"Fine, take whatever you want." He seemed a little sad. Like I ruined his fun.
I opened the top drawer, pulling out a soft black t-shirt and baggy grey sweatpants.
He left the room so I could get dressed. After I was dressed with his clothes I skimmed through his bedside nightstand for some lotion when my fingers came across some soft fabric. I picked it up, curious and saw that it was a silky, green lace thong.
I held up the panties, disbelief on my face.
I decided to mess with him, walking back out into the living room.
"Roger I didn't know you liked to wear girls underwear," I feigned surprise at him.
He glanced up from the couch, "I don't," he frowned, but his eyes lit up when he recognized the panties in my hands.
"Oh then whose are they?" I smirked.
He looked deep in thought, "You know I can't really remember the name," he paused, "Britney? No...Ashleigh?"
My smirk dropped and I walked over to him, stuffing the panties in his mouth before turning on my heel back to the bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind me.
So he's an idiotic charm boy that holds onto girls panties. Great.
I couldn't lie, it felt good to be in some comfy clothes. I held onto that small positive note to distract myself from this otherwise hellish situation.
I sat on the floor, unsure of what to do. All I knew is that I didn't want to be out there with him.