Chapter 4
I stopped breathing. His face was just that beautiful. Everything fit and hinted at things of character. If I could have asked about each individual feature, I’m sure it would’ve described him perfectly. I was openly staring at him in the face; right in the eyes without a care in the world. I knew he was staring at me staring at him but I just couldn’t bring myself to care even a little bit. My thought process had totally left me. My brain had turned into mush and leaked out of my ears and was now somewhere on the floor. If he was still listening to my thoughts I’m sure he probably thought I was a legit idiot by now. At the moment I didn’t care, he was just that awe-striking.
The right side of his mouth pulled up slightly in a lopsided grin. I guess he was enjoying my mental rant about his beautiful looks. Whatever.
“You are correct, I am enjoying it quite a bit actually. But before you or I get too carried away maybe you should close your mouth and take a breath.” He suggested.
My eyes widened a bit as I realized he was right, I did stop breathing! How long has it been since my last breath? Squirming in his arms I started to panic. What if I didn’t breathe ever again and I died in his arms? Would that be a bad thing? Not necessarily…
I heard him grunt in amusement. Ugh! I keep forgetting he can read my mind!
“This is very entertaining but you really need to breathe, like right now.” There was a slight since of urgency in his voice.
I could feel the need to provide my lungs with oxygen and I wanted to breathe, I really did… but it was like I just couldn’t. My body convulsed once in his arms and I clutched my arms to my chest. Oh my goodness! I CAN’T BREATHE! I shot my wide eyes back up to the mans’ intense grey ones pleading with him to help me.
“Shit!” he cursed low as he rushed over to my bed and placed me down. I laid down on my back still clutching my chest, opening and closing my mouth desperately trying to force some air into my lungs. Black dots started to slowly expand across my vision as I watched the man with growing interest. He was squatting next to my bed looking in my bedside table drawer. I could tell by the tenseness of his shoulders that he was focused.
My lungs were burning.
They were screaming for air.
The pain was ridiculous.
I gave a shallow gasp of need as the blackness further consumed my vision. This was it for real. This was the moment I really died.
My back arched off the bed and I grabbed the sheets as if clutching them would make air magically appear in my starving lungs. No dice. The rummaging in my drawer stopped and I vaguely saw the man turn to me. He looked more like a white blob than a man at this moment in time. I think he was saying something to me but I couldn’t be sure, the blood was pounding in my ears making it sound like I was standing under a huge waterfall.
I felt hands on my hips and immediately thought he was trying to do something inappropriate to me because I was dying. I tried to protest, weakly moving my legs and shifting my hips slightly in a weak attempt to get away from his warm hands, but I soon gave up. Moving and struggling made my need for air that much more urgent.
My mind was slipping.
I couldn’t focus.
He was saying something to me again but I had lost all my five senses. It was actually quite calming being in state of nothingness, aside from the dying need for air. The need to breathe was beyond dire now. The blood that was throbbing through my veins and arteries had slowed considerably; it was almost non-existent, just a loud slow ‘galump’ every once in a while.
I felt his hand move lower and settle on my left leg right on my thigh. He squeezed it slightly and shifted it a little so that the outside of my foot was now lying on the bed making the inside of my thigh the most visible part. I then felt something cold and hard touch right above my knee before I felt cool air travel up my leg. What just happened? Two separate swaths of material drape over each side of my leg. Did he rip my shorts? I felt him grip both sides of the ripped material and pull them in opposite directions thus ripping them further. The tear ended right at the waistband effectively ruining them.
There was a pause and then he rubbed the area of my thigh that he exposed soothingly and warmth wormed into that area right before a stabbing pain erupted in my leg.
He stabbed me just like I thought he would. He was trying to kill me all along; he was just waiting for the perfect time, the moment I would be weakest. That dirty snake.
I can’t believe he stabbed me..
A cooling sensation quickly spread up my leg and got as far as my stomach before the world got dark and I passed out.
________________________________________________________
Something cool was touching my head. My brow twitched and low moan escaped out of my throat. What happened to me?
Stretching slightly just to make sure that all my parts worked I opened my eyes and removed the cold wet material off of my forehead and looked around. The wet rag was in my hand as I came to the quick conclusion that I was still in my messy room with all my clothes spilling out of my closet; but something was different..
I sat up and looked at the bedside table remembering that the top drawer was closed last time I checked? Yeah, it was definitely closed. Why was it open now then?
I moved starting to swing my legs over the side of my bed when I felt a soreness in my left leg that immediately started a chain reaction throughout my entire body. What came first though shocked me and that no good for nothing dog of mine. I gave a mighty shout of shock as an extremely cold sensation coursed through my veins. Sugar Nugget yelped and scampered out of my closet but not before shooting me a dirty look. Whatever dog! I’m the one that feeds and takes care of you and you can’t even come and look out for your master? Man’s best friend my ass..
The cold took over my body making me shiver as if I was standing outside in thirty below weather.
“Wh-whwhat t-t-the hell is g-g-go-going on?!” I forced out of trembling lips. I shut my eyes tight against the intense sensations and flopped back on the bed shivering violently. I felt warm hands on my shaking shoulders grip me tightly and had a vague guess as to who they belonged to. Opening my bleary eyes I looked up in his face as he pulled me closer to him. I started to speak but he quickly ‘shhed’ me. He was really warm and my freezing body relished in his closeness but he wasn’t close enough. Gently but firmly he held me in his arms and scooted further on my bed and finally settled me on his lap when his back was leaning on the wall. Warm arms surrounded my torso securing me to a solid warm chest.
I shivered violently again in his arms and snuggled closer to him in search of more warmth. I totally didn’t care about him enjoying this at all; I just needed to get warm. He was moving me with every breathe that he took and it was oddly relaxing; slowly but surely my shivers were subsiding but I was still freezing! Why was I this cold to begin with? In answer to my first thought he squeezed me tighter to his warm hard body and leaned forward grabbing ahold of my covers and wrapped them around both of us. Thinking about for a moment I realized that this position we were in was extremely intimate..
Vibrations reverberated through my back as he chuckled low in his throat. The air he breathed out move my hair about my face slightly.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything.” He quirked quietly. I could hear the grin in his deep mellow voice.
“S-sure you w-won’t.” I mumbled out through still trembling lips. I wasn’t shivering as much now; it was just little tremors running through my body every once in a while, my teeth still chattered though but I knew that would go away soon.
“Well if I were to do anything, you wouldn’t possibly be able to stop me. You’re too weak and small and fragile. You can’t fight me.” He spoke matter of fatly as if I really had no chance of ever fighting him off.
“You know what you arrogant, stupid, brutish mystery man- you don’t know anything about me or what I’m capable of. I’ll have you know that I took MMA fighting classes and self-defense courses and I am qualified to kick your or anyone else’s ass!” by the end of my rant I was turned around under my cover and straddling his lap facing him in all his smug glory. My hands were clenched into fists on his hard chest. He stared at me his face full of skepticism as he raised a sharp eyebrow and looked pointedly down. Clearing his throat in an obvious manner he shifted his hips slightly. My brown eyes followed where his grey ones were looking and realized what had captured his attention so.
Here I was sitting, no straddling his lap while I had my fists resting on his well-muscled chest. Take into account that he had ripped the left side of my shorts all the way up to the waistband; this was a very… compromising position.
I gulped and made to move off of his lap with my face burning with embarrassment. My scalp started tingling as it does every time I get embarrassed. His warm strong hands squeezed low on my waist and then drummed a little beat letting me know of their position on my body as well. I gritted my teeth causing my jaw to flex. I officially wanted to die.
“Let. Go. Of. Me. Now.” I ground out through my clenched teeth glaring at him.
“I’m not even holding you,” He smirked “Go ahead and move Miss. Kimbo Slice, I’m not going to stop you.” That eyebrow went up again as did the left corner of his mouth.
Jerk.
I saw him mouth a wounded noise and clutch his heart as if he was greatly affected by what I had just thought. Yeah right and as if!
He chuckled again as I struggled to detangle my legs from the covers. Grunting I placed my hands on the floor and leaned over the bed pulling my legs from their prison but unfortunately I pulled too hard because of my growing frustration and ended up landing face first on the floor.
“OWW!! My freaking FACE!!” I sprawled so that I was lying on my side clutching my aching face in my hands.
My bed groaned and squeaked loudly as he moved on it laughing out loud for real for the first time ever since we met. It was loud but very.. charming. I felt his laughter through the floor boards and could feel his eyes on me even through my fingers.
“Wow, I didn’t exp-,”
“Shut-up! It’s not funny!”
“Yes. Yes it is,” he chuckled again and continued “You should have seen the way your butt-,”
I didn’t want to hear this.
“SHUT UP!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I stood quickly and towered over him. This was it I couldn’t take any more of this crap. All this man has done since he entered into my window and into my life is caused me problems! He still has yet to give me any answers as to what is going on or why he’s even here. What happened to telling me everything? I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath. Very calmly with my eyes still closed I told him what I wanted.
“Get the hell out of my room.” My voice was deadpanned.
The only sounds in the room were my breathing and his; there were no other sounds and that could only mean one thing; he was not in the process of getting off my sorry excuse for a bed and out of my room.
I opened my eyes to see that his face was still level with the waistband of my ripped shorts. He was looking up at me through his thick dark lashes and his grey eyes seemed to smolder like liquid mercury. With his eyes locked on mine he moved. Placing both hands on the wooden support that ran horizontal with the mattress he pushed himself up slowly. The thick muscled cords in his forearms flexed with the movement. I could see the heavy muscles in his shoulders bunch with the movement. His enchanting eyes stayed locked on mine as he slowly pushed his body up until we were nose to nose. His face no longer held the amusement that had colored his voice moments before but now it looked just as serious as my voice had sounded, only ten times more threatening.
He was on his hands and knees on my bed staring at me when he finally spoke. It had gotten deathly quiet in the moments I was waiting on him to do something or say something. In this position he looked like an angry lion ready to pounce on his annoying prey.. no need to point out who’s who in this situation is there? No not really.
My heart was pounding again and my breathe was coming out in puffs from between my parted lips. His eyes narrowed slightly and I felt a trail of sweat roll down the middle of my back. I wanted to apologize right then and there and say whatever he wanted to hear just so that he wouldn’t hurt me because that’s exactly what it looked like he was about to do. I had just opened my mouth to do just that as he moved slowly toward me on the bed.
“You want answers?” he queried darkly.
My breath caught in my throat as I slowly backed away from his deliberate predatory advances.
“That’s what you want right?” Impatient irritation leaked from every syllable. I needed to say something..
“I-I.. yeah-,” I stuttered shamefully. He was really scaring me. His sharp molten eyes watched my every move as he steadily stalked my around my room.
“C’mon now, you don’t sound so sure. Do you want answers or not?” A mock questioning looked covered his features as he slightly dropped into a crouch further affirming my notion that he looked like a hunting lion. I bumped into my bookshelf and gave a startled gasp of fear. I glanced behind me to see if it really was my bookshelf, why? I don’t really know, I guess it’s just reflex but when I shot my eyes back forward faster than I could blink; he was right there. Both of his hands were on either side of the bookshelf which effectively trapped me in between him and my books. I turned my head to the left and saw my door which was open.
“I’ll ask you again..” his eyes flashed quickly with something.
He leaned in real close and breathed in my ear so quietly that I almost didn’t catch his question.
“Do you want answers… or not?” he growled the last little bit of the question and the vibrations and the tone made me shiver hard. There was just so much acrimony in his voice, I couldn’t help but whimper.
Without a second to think I did the only thing any scared prey would do when cornered by their predator; I ran. Of course I could have also fought but like he said I wouldn’t stand a chance against him, plus adding to the fact that he was clearly outraged I would rather take my chances running away.
With a yelp of fear and a terror induced adrenaline rush I bolted for my door. My hands were sweating but I couldn’t let that stop me as I wrenched the door open and flew out into the hallway yanking it shut behind me. I was moving with so much momentum that I slammed into the opposite wall with an ‘umph’ and basically tripped down the stairs landing in a mess of arms and legs at the foot of the steps. Shooting up I knew I was going to feel all that later when the adrenaline wore off but I knew I didn’t have time to waste.
He was coming and he was mad.
My heart was beating so hard in my chest it felt like it was going to break through my ribs, I could barely think strait. I hesitated in my escape as I made a crucial decision; go through the kitchen to the left and go out the backyard or go through the front room and out through the front door and run out to my car and drive away? I heard a thundering roar resound from up the stairs and that made my decision for me. An earsplitting crack was made and then another sound that sounded like wood smashing followed. My deep brown eyes shone with water out of fear as I glanced behind me long enough to see him charge out of my room with all the devastating grace of a lion. An involuntary scream tore from my lips as I saw him.
He was not human.
A single tear fell from my eye as I ran for the front door.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
What do you think so far? Good? Bad? Is the man biolar? Express your thoughts in comments or private messages! Thanks for reading and read on my readers.. read on :)