Storm (interracial)

Scattered Storms Chapter 3

I awake to a serene and peaceful looking scenery. I would have thought I was in heaven if it wasn't for the aches and pains bombarding me from every where. And it all came rushing back. The night before, the murder, the beating. I have to get out of here. A nurse came in turned on the tv and gave me some medicine through this ivy and left. I wasted no time. I ran for the window. I was halfway out when he walked in. He spoke and I listened. I'm completely terrified of this man and he knows it. Not even living in the streets had me this spooked.  Something about him gives me butterflies despite everything that's happened. He stays for a while then leaves.  He leaves me to my thoughts and my thoughts have me all over the place. 

     He visits me everyday for the next month.  At first I was weary of his visits cause there wasn't much talking but then I just grew used to it.  It felt as if I would never leave this bed.  My ribs felt much better, they broke two of them along with my arm and collar bone but didn't stop me from trying to escape that first day.  I laugh out loud hysterically cause how far did I think I was going to get, really.  Just as I was getting swallowed by my thoughts one of the workers came in with a cart with white orchids with a appeared to be a white cake.  I was confused and as I looked at the cake I saw that it said happy 26th birthday.  How did they even know I wondered.  The worker nodded his head and handed me a card and exited the room.  I opened it like I was a five year old kid at Christmas.  It read:

Happy birthday Storm
     Should have known you were a Scorpio. Enjoy and don't worry how I know. I know everything

     It was signed by a few of the staff here.  This was the first gift I ever had that I could remember so this meant a whole lot to me even though it was from a killer.  I take the slice that the worker cut for me and eat what has to be the most delicious cake ever.  Maybe he is not all bad after all.  I turn the channel until I settled for the news.  I listen as the reporter reports about eight unsolved murders in the past month.  One of the murders was about the man I saw murdered in the alley.  They were all killed the in the same style, one shot to the head.  My eyes open wide and out of nowhere he startles me with his voice.

"Don't get any ideas dashuria ime ." I turn to see him standing next to me with a cold, distant gaze. 

"How was your birthday?" 

Snapping out of our intense stare I replied, "Wonderful thanks.  How did you know." 

He looked at me incredulously and simply said, "Like I said I know everything."  Quickly changing the subject he says, "I've arranged for you to be moved to my Manhattan residence at the end of the week so be prepared. 

"You're not letting me go are you." I said.  No, was all he said and left.

     The end of week is here and like he said I was taken to his other place blindfolded, gagged, and tied.  My does someone has trust issues.  After I'm untied I look at what has to be the most beautiful decorated place.  Everything is white which is unusual for a man like him.  White represents purity, godliness, and he was a far cry from being godly. 

Storm is it?" I turn to see a tall, muscular,  handsome man.

"Yes."   

He looks me up and down and says, "I just don't understand why you're still alive.  For as long as I've known Lucifer he's never left any witnesses like to tell any tell.  What did you do to him? What is it about you? I just don't get it."  I shrugged in response.  He then goes on to say, "he had this whole place redecorated in white because of you.  What are you a nun or something?

With that he turned and left leaving me to my thoughts.  As I look around I notice everything is white.  The only other colors gray and red, and trust me when I say that there only only splashes of the color here and there.  Since its been over a month I can move pretty good so I decided would go and take a walk outside and explore the garden out back.  I can't even get out.  I should have known better but it feels like I'm in the middle of nowhere.  The house had many windows and some parts of the house was all glass.     

     A phone rings. I search for it to see its come from the study. I look at it and let it ring.  It became annoying so I answer it. 

"Why did you answer the phone?" His voice bombed through the phone. 

Out of fear I hurried and hung the phone up.  It rung again, I didn't dare answer it.  As it neared dawn I heard someone enter the house. I sat silently and awaited for him to come to me. I knew it was him cause I just had a gut feeling.  It took him no time to find me cause he got to me rather quickly.  He stood there dressed in all black which contradicted the whole white scheme. Even I was dressed in white. But he looked so good I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He sat across from me never taking his eyes off of me either.

"You hung the phone up."

It didn't sound like a question so I assumed it was rhetorical. "What should I do with you he ask me as he looked in my eyes.  I was speechless, and surprisingly I felt moisture between my thighs.  "Answer me." He barks. I stutter my words

"I'll do anything if you spare me." He looked at me as his phone rung and left just like he came.