Deadly Desire In Midnight City

Chapter 3 A New Disguise

Her eyes grow wide at my making eye contact with her. I know she fears me more than anything right now. I suppose my anger did this, and I feel remorse take over my body. I would never even consider hitting a female, it's just a fucked up thing to do, no matter what she does. The funny thing is even though she's shaking in fear, she hasn't moved a single inch from her spot.

I take this to my advantage and examine her. My eyes scan over her plain, baggy, white gown. It's torn around the bottom, revealing a little bit of her tanned leg. I instantly feel my cheeks heat up, and bring my sight towards her face. She seems pale and her cheek catches my attention. It's a light shade of purple with some blood coming out of a tiny, new scratch.

I want to help her, but I don't know if I should do such a thing. But something in my gut tells me that she's in trouble. Either way she is hurt and I need to do something. I refuse to leave her out on the streets like this in the middle of the night.

I shift my body slightly, and almost simultaneously she moves to get up.

"No! Please don't go.." I say, while backing up a bit from her for comfort.

Her face instantly grows confused, but she stills.

I can feel my heart racing inside my chest. One wrong move or word, and she'll be gone.

"I want to help you.. You're hurt."

With that said, she snorts and rolls her eyes at me in a subtle way. I can tell she doesn't trust me for shit, and I don't blame her. I wouldn't trust myself either if I had just witnessed my little bitch fit. But I have to try and get this girl some help.

"I promise, this isn't some fucked up, dick move. Your cheek looks really bad and I won't have a clear conscience if I don't at least try to help you. I have a first-aid kit inside.. You can sit on my couch."

I see it in her eyes that she's still not convinced. The only reason she's stayed in her spot is because she's terrified of me.

What the fuck then? Alright, whatever.

"Okay, my apologies for trying to help you. I just figured it was either you come inside and get help or stay outside in the cold without some care. But I guess you made your choice so I'll be heading inside now."

I turn around and walk towards my door, but right before I slam it shut, I hear her.

"Wait.."

I can't help but grin a little, I guess she's just hard headed.

I don't turn my head, but look over my shoulder just enough to see her from the corner of my eye.

"I won't come in until you put on a shirt.. And no entering your room. I don't play games." She says while getting up on her feet slowly and wrapping her arms around herself.

I sense some type of accent that I can't quite put my finger on. But it sounds oh so familiar.

Stop getting distracted, you dumbass.

"I'll put a shirt on when you come in, I promise."

"I don't trust you to do that."

Again, her hard headedness makes me grin. I can sense that it annoyed her by the look on her face.

"Well, I don't trust you to stay outside without running away while I'm grabbing a shirt."

She looks away from me biting the inside of her cheek before I hear her say "fine."

I open my door and stand to the side while keeping my hand on the doorknob. I signal for her to walk inside, but she hesitates before doing so. I can tell she's extremely nervous. Maybe it's best if I don't make conversation.