In a Downward Spiral (Book One)

Chapter Eighteen

Natalia's POV

It turned out that the abandoned building was the second most important place to Parker. I kept on asking where he was taking me, but his answer was always, 'you'll see.'

I was very impatient. I wanted to know right then and there. But I knew he wouldn't tell me. Parker was good at keeping things in.

I sighed for the fifth time and set my head on the window. I heard him chuckle.

"Don't worry, Natalia." He took a turn and smiled. "We're almost there."

I closed my eyes for a mere ten minutes and the car came to an abrupt stop. I snapped them open to see what was in front of me.

"What is this place?" I asked him, eyeing the large white house. It had a wrap around porch and three levels. The window panes were painted black and the roof had black shingles covered with a few inches of snow.

Parker looked at me and smiled. "This is the last thing my father left me before he ditched my family."

I looked at him. "You mean, this house is yours?"

He nodded. "It could be ours."

I blushed. That meant he wanted to stay with me for a long time.

"Why don't you live here now?" I asked him.

He sighed. "I honestly don't know the first thing about living on my own." He looked at the house, then at me. "Want to go inside?"

I nodded. I really wanted to see if the inside was just as beautiful as the outside. Parker stepped out of the car and walked around, opening my door and grabbing my hand.

As we got closer to the house, I noticed the small lake in the back yard. I smiled. "So, you have your own lake?"

He nodded. "Yes, yes we do."

We. I was not used to him using that word when he was talking about that kind of stuff. It made me giddy, just knowing that we would most likely last a long while.

We walked up the wooden steps of the porch and Parker pulled a key out of his pocket. He slid it in the doorknob and opened it for me.

The house was freezing, probably from having no heat in it for a while and it was pitch black.

Parker turned on a light and I let my eyes roam the house. It was astonishing. The light came from a beautiful crystal chandelier above us and there was a piano in the room next to me, surrounded by a couple chairs with canvases on them.

We walked through the house and I stopped in my tracks when I saw the master bedroom.

I stepped inside and looked around, my jaw hanging low.

There was a king sized bed with black and maroon bedspread with a black velvet headboard. The walls were black with silver designs and the curtains were the same color. There were two glass bedside tables on each side of the bed with golden lamps.

I walked up to a lamp and turned it on, illuminating the entire room. I looked at the other side of the room and spotted a gigantic flat screen TV hanging on the wall. But that wasn't what I was actually staring at.

I walked closer to it, touching it lightly to feel the smoothness of the paint underneath my fingers.

Parker came from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, setting his face in the crook of my neck.

"Do you like it?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Did you paint this yourself?"

I felt him smile. "A little after I met you."

I examined it. "It's beautiful."

He looked up, then kissed me lightly on my temple. "I was inspired by you, my love."

I blushed and continued looking at her. She was just beautiful. Staring at something in the distance, her hair made of nature and compelling designs. She looked as if she was staring at something that made her happy. Something she loved; even without a smile.

"I never want to leave," I whispered.

Parker chuckled. "We don't have to."

That moment was amazing; being in the arms of the boy I loved while staring at the most beautiful painting I've ever seen. The painting that was made because he met me.

"Can we stay the night here?" I asked him.

He nodded. "If you want to."

I smiled. "I want to." I looked out the window. "I just need clothes."

"I think I have something," he said, removing his arms from my waist. He walked to a black dresser and pulled it open. He pulled out a pair of black jeans and then shut the dresser.

He walked to the closet and opened the door, rummaging through the clothes. He walked out with a black shirt.

"The jeans were my mom's," he told me handing them to me. "And this shirt is mine." He held it up. "I used to stay the night here sometimes and left my clothes in the closet."

I smiled and grabbed the shirt. "Thanks."

It was a Five Finger Death Punch band T-shirt and I really liked it.

"What about dinner?" I asked him.

He looked at the floor. "I think I can have pizza delivered here."

I nodded. "Okay."

He kissed me on the cheek. "You can change into one of my shirts while I call the pizza place." He walked to the door. "Make yourself at home."

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Hey, guys!! Did you like it? I really hope you did.

Describing that house was like describing my dream house. And I didn't even get to the kitchen yet. It'll probably be amazing.

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