Make me yours

Chapter 17

My eyes are close and really heavy. I start to slowly feel my body almost as if I was waking up from a coma. I can hear someone breathing near me but I can't seem to remember who. Under me, I feel a very comfortable bed while on top of me I can feel silk sheets. 

I force my mind to remember where I am before opening my heavy eyes. The memories come slowly: me and Mattheo fighting, he admitting he cares about me, me assuring him I do too, and then his lips on mine, our bodies together. Suddenly I remember everything but I still don't know how did I end up here, on this bed. 

Finally, I am able to open my eyes and look around. Mattheo is seated at the bottom of the bed looking at the window with a dreamy face. He is completely dressed as he was before, black trousers with a black and a little open shirt. He feels me waking up and looks at me.

I open my mouth to ask too many questions at once, but my throat seems too dry to speak. He quickly comes near me and gives me the water cup that is on the bedside table. I drink it while he closely watches my every move. 

After drinking almost all of it I turn to Mattheo who still hasn't said a word. 

"What happened?" I ask. My voice is so weak and my throat hurts as I speak. 

"You fainted." He says. His voice is low. His tone makes me believe that something really bad happened other than me faiting. 

I frown don't understanding how that happened. I have never fainted before. He sees confusion in my eyes and decides to talk. 

"Are you consuming any drugs?" His eyes move from me to his father that I hadn't noticed was there until now. Thomas Riddle is standing still in front of the bed. 

"What? No." I say quickly my eyes focusing on Mattheo's, begging for an explanation. 

"What is the last thing you remember?" Thomas askes with his cold voice making me shiver and quickly look at Mattheo now begging to be saved. 

I couldn't just say that the last thing I remember was being fucked by his son, could I? 

I pretend to be trying to search for my memories when I am desperately trying to find a solution. 

"I shot those rabbits," I begin looking at Thomas for a while, "Then we fought" I look at Mattheo who looks just curious about what I am going to say. "And then I ran to you and apologized." 

I keep looking at Mattheo trying to read him and failing completely. 

"Mattheo?" His father askes. 

"She ran to me hyperventilating, she did apologize. Then she fainted." He doesn't stop looking at me, even when talking to his father. 

"Details." Thomas's tone is demanding and distant.

"I came closer to her, said that it wasn't her fault, kissed her cheek, and then she fainted on my arms." Mattheo looks down at the bed between us as if he was embarrassed. But it didn't finish there, did it? We fucked. He is omitting things, isn't he?

A cold laugh is heard, making me quickly turn my head to the older man whose head felt a little back. 

"Don't tell me that a kiss from my son made you faint?" His voice is mean and bitter and makes me wanna throw up. 

"Father," Mattheo says looking at my eyes still. "It was not my kiss and we both know that she did not consume that drug." 

"Drug?" I look confused at both of them. 

"When you fainted we made you blood analyses that showed that you were under some kind of drug that makes your mind imagine messed up things," Mattheo explains slowly and softly as if I would faint again just because of those words. "It made you see the things your deep conscience wanted to but you didn't."