Resisting Him

Chapter Fifteen

“You!”  I laughed, “What force made you think I would willingly get in a motor vehicle with you?”

                “Really?”  He sounded intrigued, “So you’d prefer I pick you up, parade you through this place, shove you in my car—“

                “Let’s just go.”  I scowled, and marched towards the parking lot.

                I was really glad that Ryan hadn’t come here on a motor cycle; someone say awkward.  Instead, it was one of his fancy cars that was probably imported from a fancy country with a fancy name I didn’t bother to learn.  Once we were in, the thought of small talk was out the window; I fell asleep.

                “NO!  NO!”  I yelled out, as I switched from dream to reality.  I big, ferocious, harry, bloody wolf was standing over me, and trying to rip out my guts.  I pushed it away with all the effort I could muster, but it was no use.  It was going to kill me.

                “It’s ok!  It’s ok!”  Ryan tried to sooth after I had gasped and my eyes had finally recognized the world around me.  I was not being eaten, that’s for sure.

                I was faintly aware of Ryan rubbing my arm, and the relaxing feeling it gave me.  I was more aware of where we are.  “Where’s my apartment?”  I croaked my throat suddenly dry and scratchy.

                “I’d…I’d prefer you stayed at my place, tonight.”  Ryan tried to say as calmly as possible.  My eyes bulged.

                “No.”

                “Yes; we’re already here.  Come on.”

                “I’ll sleep in the car.”

                Ryan sighed, and plucked me out of the car.  He carried me like a bride to his front door.  Don’t worry…I was fighting him.

                “I’ll walk, just put me down!”  I commanded.  He obeyed (for once) and the sudden rush of being on my feet caused me to feel off balance and my vision blurred.  Ryan steadied me, and I slapped his hands away and helped myself into his house.

                Let me just say now that I could not hold back how pretty it was.  There was an extravagant stair case that led up into the unknown.  It was organized, clean—how does Ryan, of all people, live here?

                “Like it?”  He asked.

                “Yup.”  I tried to make it sound like I wasn’t completely mesmerized.  My stomach growled from the lack of not being able to finish my fair meal.  Pity.  “I’d be more impressed if there was food.”

                Ryan snickered and shook his head.  He gestured to a hallway and I followed it down to a brightly lit kitchen.  I started to dig through cabinets until I decided on cheerios.  After adding the milk and fulfilling my quest to find the silverware, I munched on it; now being aware that Ryan was leaning against the counter and had been watching me the entire time.  Creep.

                He’s not creep.

                What?  My mind betray me?  Yes he is, now keep your mouth shut!

                My rudeness to myself was rubbing off from the plan I had just started; make him be completely disgusted with my manners and ugliness.  He’ll kick me out for good and I’ll be free!