Aftermath

Chapter 2

His eyes. All I can feel is his eyes. My hand move to my gun, if I can find him first...
The room is dark and stuffy. His foot steps echo in the hallway. Just a little closer. My finger slides to the trigger. Closer. The foot steps stop right out the door. I hear a click then the creaking of the door. I silently move to a aiming position. Light seeps in the dark room.
Before I see his feet I hear his voice soft, rough, gentle even. "Your looking for me, aren't you?"
My eyes glide open. Just a dream. I go to turn but stop in pain. My shoulder is warped and blood shows through the white wrap.
     My movement is slow, my body aches. I must have slept good, I don't want to move. I slowly sit up and look down to see my feet. Clean, why clean I haven't gotten a chance to shower, been busy surviving.
     I grab my hair, feels and smells clean. How? Just as I ask the question he walks through the door.
"Your up, good."
"Who are you?"
     He walks over to me and gently grabs me to look at my shoulder.
"Hmm, I need to clean it again." Be beings to unwrap my shoulder
     Once the air hits my wound I retract on pain, the stings feels like needles pressing into skin.
"You drove through that glass like it wasn't even there. You knew that was a window right?"
     I say nothing. No reason to. I don't know this man, I don't trust this man. For all I know he could kill me in my sleep, torture me or worse.
"Why are you helping me? I could kill you, hurt you at least."
     He continues to clean my shoulder and smirks.
"You could, but you won't" a small smile stretches across his face. "Your shoulder is hurt pretty bad. But it think you'll live."
     Why does he care? I can turn on him at any second. He doesn't know what I can do. He goes to walk away but I need to a least know his name before I kill him.
"Hey" he turns and looks at me with soft eyes. "What is your name?"
"Lincoln, now you have to tell me yours. You can't say no."  He folds his arms and leans against the door.
     I can lie or tell him the truth. Either way he'll die.
"Rista, happy now?!" I snap, maybe a little to harsh.
     He smiles and leans forward. He takes a step closer to me. I shiver, he could hurt me I mean he could be easily six foot. His shoulders are broad, his arms strong veins pop out. He could pop my head like a zit. I would have to kill him in his sleep, if we got in a tangle he could easily kill or hurt me badly.
"Your lying." He whispers
"That's my name!" I shout
"Tell me your real name I told you mine." He says softly, almost hypnotizing me.
"Lisa" I whisper.
"What what?" He says holding his hand to his ear with a smirk across his lips.
"Lisa!" I yell.
"Thank you." He whispers, he was leaning down to look me in the eye.
     With that he leaves the room. Leaving me in the gloomy room. He's strange, but at the thought of him I smile. Why?