ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

Chapter 14

Amelia

I remained stiff in that same position for some time. Holding the blanket tightly in my hands, I looked around. The room was a beautiful champagne color with gold details and white furniture. The window was large with draperies made of expensive material that let a huge amount of light into the room. Contrary to the situation I was in, the room exuded peace and tranquility.

Taking a deep sigh, I slowly got off the bed, feeling weakness in my body. A deafening noise echoed through my head, threatening that this throbbing pain would overwhelm me.

The clothes I was wearing constricted and suffocated me, they were smeared from the fall and damp. I stretched the material that clung to my body like a leech with my weak fingers. His clothes were neatly folded on the dresser.

I went and picked them up. Gray hoodie and trousers. His. They seemed huge, but they were soft to the touch and smelled wonderful. I brought them to my face and closed my eyes while the soothing scent of fabric softener wafted through my nostrils, reminding me of him.

I had the feeling that Sebastian was standing next to me, and I suddenly wanted to hug him and be enveloped by the warmth of his embrace

I didn't understand what I was feeling. My head told me to stay away from him, but some feelings that began to swell in me defied all the laws of reason and constantly craved his proximity.

Memories of our almost kiss began to invade my mind. I wonder what would have happened if Gabriel hadn't come in. Would Sebastian really go all the way and kiss me or was it another one of his bait to play with my head?

Those thoughts were soon dispelled by the sound of the gunshot that still reverberated through my whole body. A painful and cold shiver rumbled through my body, leaving me numb. My breath was getting shallower and heavier. Was that bullet really meant for him?

The faded sounds of old, almost forgotten gunshots began to rise to the surface of my consciousness, still alive although buried deep, deep within me. Shots that didn't even graze me but left their painful scars on my memory.

I quickly blinked a few times dispelling my demons, grabbing his things and opening the door to the attached bathroom. I took off all my things that were now lying on the bathroom floor and got under the shower.

The hot water quickly created a cloud of steam around me as the stream rushed down my body, stripping away every layer of thoughts that were swarming inside me and carrying them down the drain.

After I finished, I wrapped my hair in a towel and dried my body. Looking at the things he left me, I became aware that I had no underwear. I pulled on his sweatshirt that reached almost to my knees. I gave up on the troisers after it continued to slide down my legs even after several folds, leaving it on the dresser.

The loud roar of my stomach reminded me of the growing hunger that was taking over me. I dried my hair with a towel and left the room somewhat uncertainly. In front of me was a long hallway with a couple of doors and a staircase at the bottom. Looking around, I thought that one of these rooms was his.

I went down the stairs, while the view of the lower floor of the house opened in front of me.

His home was modern with many abstract paintings on the walls, which I really liked. I paused looking at each of them. Silence echoed through the house, giving me the impression that I was alone in this fortress. My current prison.

Looking for the kitchen, I found myself in the living room. In the middle of the room was a huge fireplace from which the playful flames of the fire flared and their crackling sound broke the silence of the rest of the house.