path of redemption

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ － ｅｌｅｖｅｎ.

-estella romano.

My first thought should've been to run as fast i could. A stranger whose face i can't see? And who broke into my room?

Me being drunk off my arse?

Major red flag. I can't think straight right now .My feet hurt from the damn boots i wore , and my legs are wobbly and my throat is dry like sandpaper. The bitter taste of the vodka still swimming in my tastebuds making me almost spill my stomach out on the spot.

I dont think he heard me. Or he did and hes choosing a correct moment to attack and possibly murder me. I move forward again and pick up one of the boots as a weapon.

I carefully moved on cautious steps , i lift my wobbly arm up with the boot in my hand. Im about to hit when his voice stops me "Don't do something, stupid or you'll have something to really cry about" his deep voice warns without even looking at me.

Okay , who was this guy?

I instantly gasp. He adjusts himself in the seat and continue to smoke his cancer stick. I scrunch nose up in disgust.

I throw the boot on the floor as i lean on the wall , his hood covering his face "Who are you and how did you get in here?" I slur trying to hold myself up .

He takes a drag from the cigarette letting out a huge puff of smoke , making me annoyed that hes just blowing that in within a distance of me. I move forward.

"I asked you a question !" I snap. The alcohol in my system giving me more confidence. He doesn't answer me ,instead he drags one last drag and throws the bud over the balcony and into the rain . He leans back in the seat. Gettinf comfortable.

His hood still covering his face hiding his face from me. I was about to snap at him again when he opened his mouth "Why were you crying?" His deep voice rang out into the room making me stiffen and bite my lip as the memories from earlier came flooding back.

I swallow the lump in my throat as i ignore his question "Who are you?" I whisper instead.

His face turns toward me as the darkness covers him everywhere. I can't see shit . This could be a damn serial killer for all i know and im standing here barely able to carry myself.

I need to go NOW. i need to get the fu-

His next words stop my panicking thoughts as his deep voice fills the room "Sit" he gestures for me to sit in the seat next to him.

This is a bad idea.
I shouldn't do this.
I should go call for help and get him the fuck out of my room.

But i suprise myself by plumping my ass in the seat next to him , i adjust myself and look at him . The hood covers his eyes . But i can see his lips . The bottom one is bigger than the top one. It looks so soft , so kissable-

No wait.
What the hell am i saying?
This is a total stranger who broke into bedroom.

I look down at my hands as i sit there in awkward silence , i can feel his piercing eyes from under the hood staring deep into my soul. I look at him "Can you take off the hood?" I ask him. And he stares at me saying nothing , the alcohol in my veins makes my blood warm , making the rainy air cause goosebumps to erupt on my skin , i rub my arms as i look at him waiting for him to say something "Why are you staring at me?You're pretty creepy you know that. The hoodie , doesn't talk much. Oh!... and you smoke? Big L buddy oneday you'll be dying of lung cancer because you wanted to be a badass by smoking a cigarette" i ramble as i try to catch my breath.

I look at him and i see his head downcast and tilted as stares right at my legs.

My legs.
My thighs.
My injured thighs.