Scars From The Past

505

"I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec
Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling
What did you expect?
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked

Not shy of a spark
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start"

-Rhine's POV-

When I wake up, I'm surrounded by a pleasant warmth. I can feel the sun shining on my face, making me smile tiredly. I could definitely get used to waking up like this. Slowly, I begin to wake up. God, this pillow is really comfortable! At least one positive thing in this hotel after all. Letting out a happy sigh, I wrap my arms around it a bit tighter. It's when the pillow moves, that I frown in confusion. Was I still dreaming? Pillows didn't move, right? I decide to open my eyes, and when I do, I freeze up in shock. Oh. My. God.

Holy freaking shitfuck. I'm currently using Raoul Silva, wanted cyber terrorist, criminal and my very own kidnapper, as a pillow. I'm snuggled up against him, head resting on his chest, one leg draped over his, my arm lying over his stomach. His left arm is wrapped around me, holding me close, the right one behind his head. Now that I'm awake, I can feel his chest go up and down as he breathes, and hear his steady heartbeat drumming in my ear. Carefully, I move a bit, trying to get away from him. In a reflex, he pulls me back. Oh fuck. It remains eerily quiet, until he lets out a deep chuckle. I jump up in surprise, rolling away from him quickly. When I look over at him, he's doubled over, laughing loudly.

"You bastard! You were awake all along!" I exclaim angrily. He only laughs harder at it, making me huff, curently lying on my back.

"Goodmorning." He says when he calms down, a smug look on his face. I huff in annoyance. Then, Raoul sits up, moving his legs over the edge of the bed. His bare back is in plain sight for me to see, since he's only wearing a pair of sweatpants. Scattered all over his back are scars. They seem very painful, but I can't help but stare. To my surprise, they only added to his beauty.

"Enjoying the view, love?" He asks suddenly, glancing over his shoulder at me with a smirk.

"I wasn't looking." I lie, quickly looking away from him. He merely chuckles, not buying it.

"I'm going to get breakfast. What would you like?" He asks.

"Doesn't matter to me. Coffee would be great." I shrug at it.

"Okay. I'll be back soon." He says, getting up. He grabs a shirt from his bag and puts it on, making his way to the door. He opens and closes it behind him, and I groan inwardly when I hear him lock the door as well. It was stupid for me to hope he would forget, that would've been too easy.

I remain on the bed, lying there in silence for a while, contemplating what to do. Moving until I'm sitting, I look around the room. The door was locked, and the windows were too small for me to be able to crawl out of them. It seemed that I wouldn't be able to escape. Sighing, I decide to use the time Raoul's gone to get up and out of bed myself. I open the curtains and windows, enjoying the slight breeze for a moment. In Raoul's backpack, I find the brush from yesterday, a toothbrush and some toothpaste. The bag was filled withclothes, a first aid kit and other stuff I wouldn't be able to hurt anyone with. Bummer. Sighing again, I make my way over to the bathroom. After I brush my hair and teeth, I get back in bed, turning on the tv. Nothing interesting is on, as always, so I'm mindlessly watching a random show.