One Boy, One Chance, One Shot

Chapter 4

"Ashley? Ashley?" Said a voice.

Everything was a complete blur. I could barely see anything, let alone hear. I couldn't even make out who just called my name.

"Ashley? Wake up!" The voice said again. My eyes adjusted to the light and surrounding, as a double vision of a dark figure loomed over me. I tried putting my hand in front of my face to block the blinding light, but it didn't even inch.

"Wake up. Please wake up." The voice said softer. I felt cold lips touching mine, and my hands shot up to push away the body. As soon as that was done, I sat up and wiped my mouth.

"What's wrong?" A stressed out Jess said, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just fine." I said, trying to ignore my throbbing head.

I tried to get up from the cold, tiled kitchen floor. "What happened?" I lost balance for a bit, then caught myself on a hand. I really didn't want to seem weak in front of him, not after what happened two years ago.

"Well, to start off, you kinda," he blew out, "fainted."

Trying to steady my feet, I grimaced. "Fainted? Why?" My eyes shot to the window. I really have to close those curtains sometimes.

"I don't really know." He pressed his hands together, "I mean, as soon as I told you my name I heard you drop. I tried to catch you, but, well, you were already on the ground by the time I turned around." Oh. Well, that explains the broken skull feeling.

I dragged my fingers to the back if my head fearfully, only to reveal the feeling of a huge bump. I did expect worse to be honest.

"Then I tried to wake you up. You've been like that for the past ten minutes." What! Last time I fainted, it only lasted 30 seconds, tops. What happened to me?

The dizziness caught on quite quick, so I had to go and grab the wooden chair for more balance. I put a hand to my way to warm forehead, as if it would help me with the pain. Why didnt he do anything? Call 911?

"I'm happy your awake though." He said as a sharp smile spread across his lips. "Lets take you to bed then." Again?

"No, I'm perfectly fi-" I said, trying to step forward, but gracefully dropped to the floor. "Ahhh!" I screamed in pain. My legs were spread in an almost full split, only that my right knee was bent in a weird way. I tried to move it but failed.

"Yeah, you do need to go to your bed." He said with a grin. I really couldn't see what was funny, though I could feel my face flush in embarrassment.

He helped me up, my legs really not helping him do so. He put my left arm around his shoulders as he slowly walked through my living room. He knew the way perfectly. It's as if- as if he had been here before. As if he loved here. I swear, my past boyfriends had to ask me where to find the bathroom every time.

He put me in bed, taking my feet and putting them on the mattress. Man he was handsome. Even when looking down to me I could feel my heart beat faster. I've never really felt this way about any other guy.

But, this feeling that I had, not a good one. I could feel my fear. But, I couldn't touch why I was afraid of him. He is a gorgeous guy who kisses like a god and I'm afraid of him. How silly am I!

He crept next to me in bed, my eyes going up and down his naked body. I actually felt awkward that he only had his underwear on, but I couldn't tell him that.

He turned his head to me. "Now, sleep, you'll feel better when you get up."

I swear that as my eyes closed, I caught a glimpse of a demoniac smile