ME AND HIM ✔️

Pt.25

Rue's POV

I WAKE UP to myself being alone in bed, but one side of the bed had ruffled sheets, signaling I wasn't completely alone last night. Yesterday was really rough for me, but now, I guess I'm doing a little better. The pain meds made me really tired, but I had this, this dream that messed with my head. I can't stop thinking about it. There was this beautiful woman who had beautiful dirty blonde locks, and crystal blue eyes. In my dream, the woman was pregnant and was standing in a nursery watching the sun set. But then loud noises, mixture of 'bangs' and gunshots were erupting through the air. That's when I woe up and realized I was alone. Again.

I look to my right, to see an alarm clock that reads '6:50 am'. It seems like I only got 3 hours of sleep.

Perfect.

I get up and walk over to the bathroom. As I open the door, it is only then, that I realize the shower is on and someone's in it. But that's not what made me walk right out of there. It was the blood soaked clothes that were laying on the floor, letting the eggshell white carpet get dirty.

What the actual fuck. As soon as That happened, I shut the door, letting it make a slamming sound. And then I ran.

I'm not being dramatic, the bathroom looks like a murder house, of course I'm gonna run like hell.

I get to my room and slam the door shut.
Soon after, I here my name being called, and footsteps getting louder.

"Rue. Rue, it's ok, let me explain. Just open the door." Nadine was talking quietly and quickly, like he didn't want anyone else to hear except for me. The whole house was quiet with everyone sleeping.

"Are you gonna murder me?" I was dead serious. If you think about it, everyone holds your life in their hands. They have the option to kill you whenever and wherever they want. But you also have that power.

"Why would I murder you." It sounded like a statement more than a question. Why would he murder me? I haven't done anything, I mean- unless you count the time I accidentally saw him jerking off a few hours after we had first met. But it was an accident!

"I don't know." I answer truthfully.

"Exactly, so open the door so that we can talk."

I'm still not sure. Just because I haven't done anything, doesn't mean he doesn't want to kill me. This situation is really messing with my brain.

Fuck it.

I unlock the door, and slowly turn the doorknob, letting it crack open just enough to wear I can see Nadine's chest. I follow my gaze all the way up until I meet his eyes.

"Can I please come in?" Nadine has a towel wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low. His v-line is showing, and his wet, tattooed skin look like it's glowing.

"Do you have clothes on under that towel?" I ask. Nadine let's out a soft chuckle.

"Do you want me to have clothes on under this?" Now that, that was a real question. And now, now I needed a real answer, because right now, I was about drooling over the sight of him.

"Just come in" I open the door a little wider and watch as he steps into the dimly lit room. The sun was about to rise, and since I was awake this early, I figured I would watch it, but now I have to sit here and talk. With him.

"Listen, what you saw, it isn't what it looks like." He says. Huh? Was I hearing that right? Did he just say 'it isn't what it looks like'? There was blood everywhere, and the carpet, the clothes? What do you mean this isn't what it looks like?

"What the hell do you mean?" I look up at him to see him already staring down,"There was blood everywhere. What did you do? Kill a man," I laugh at the the thought, but when I hear no noise coming from Nadine, my laughter quickly subsided. "Did you- you didn't-"