The Harvest Moon

Chapter three

Snoring. I heard snoring. And than there was this smell, like old spice, sweat and rotting flesh. Opening m eyes I saw Dylan. Facing me, laying next to me on the bed. On top the blankets. Still shirtless. I squint my eyes shut hoping id open my eyes and id be in my bed at home, with my mom yelling up to me that it was getting late and I shouldn’t be asleep. But as I opened my eyes, of course, I was still in this room. Looking at Dylan’s sleeping face. Watching him snore. Looking at how his hair fell over his eyes.

“oh dear, that breath.” I said low to my self rolling over. Deciding if I should run again. But remembering I was wearing nothing but his t-shirt. I decided against it.

Just as I sighed I felt an arm snake its way around my waist. “if you don’t like the smell of my breath than don’t breathe.” He said in my ear. “I thought you where asleep.” I said not turning to see him. He nibbled at my ear, which normally would drive me crazy, but right now it sent chills down my spine. “you smell so good. But taste so horrid.” he pulled me closer to him. Nothing but the blankets separating us. “that’s not my fault.” I mumbled. “I’m your average everyday girl. Working at a convenient store for minimum wage.” I said more to my self. Realizing just how shit my life was. I had nothing to be grateful for. I graduated with a three point zero GPA, from a local high school, enrolled at a community two year college not sure of a major yet except photography, no boyfriend, still living with my parents. I was a loser.

“I can change all that for you. I can make your life worth living. Show you everything you’ve missed out on.” Dylan whispered in my ear. “ I can show you the world in a new set of eyes.” he turned me on my back getting on top of me, brushing my hair from my eyes and starring at me, “although I don’t want to change those amazing eyes.” he said still looking at me and I blushed. A man who tried to rape me, complimented me and I blushed? Oh yes I was messed up in the head. “how would you do that? Why would you?” I asked pulling the blankets further up to my neck. “because like I said before. You doomed me to walk this earth alone, by killing my mate.” he said softly kissing my forehead. I could see now, he missed her. I killed his mate. And missed her. Guilt set in and I couldn’t look at him.

He got off the bed, and me, walking to the door and left. For a moment I just stared, looking at the door. I can’t even say I know how he feels, I’ve never been in love. I’ve never had a man stand by me and commit him self. Every boyfriend I’ve had has cheated, toyed with me, or turned gay.

Was there something wrong with me?

The door creaking open and I looked up, “Dylan I-” but the butler walked in, “Sorry madam, it’s only me. I have your clothes. Andrew will show you to the bathroom.” standing behind the butler was a tall man, with features similar to Bo, only his eyes were dark brown, like creamy smooth melted chocolate. And under those eyes were wrinkles of stress, worries and pain. “Hello.” He spoke, sounding much like Bo. I stood up, pulling the t-shirt down and low as possible. The butler put my clothes on the bed and handed me a towel. “Andrew. Madam.” the butler nodded and walked away. Leaving me and Andrew alone.

“Well, shall I show you to the bathroom?” he asked holding his elbow out, “Hmm?” placing my hand on his arm, he led me to the bathroom. Walking down the hall, he opened the door right before the banister with a crystal door knob. The bathroom was simple. Plain white porcelain, black and white tiled floor. I was about to walk in when Dylan walked up the steps looking at me,

“No, no Andrew. She’s my guest. She can use the master bathroom.” Dylan winked at me. “I’m not your guest, I’m your hostage.” I pointed out and he stood there smiling at me “And um m this one is fine.” I said walking into the bathroom, but Andrew held onto my arm, “The master insist.” I sighed in defeat and followed Andrew, again. We headed down stairs, past the living room, through a door and there was the master suit I presume. The bedroom upstairs, it was grand but this room was beyond grand. Why did he sleep here last night?