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Let's play a game

His head was pounding like a maniac. His hand massaged the sides of his temple letting him focus on his surroundings.

"Are you feeling okay?" He brought his eyes up to see who was talking to him. He knew that voice. The blonde woman was observing him intently, her brown eyes were full of concern and .. fear?

Oh, yeah. The woman new exactly the reason to be afraid of him.

"Tell me, are you? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Although we are a little far from the city." She touched his arm for a brief second. He restrained it immediately.

No her eyes were even more scared.

He liked it.

"You can take care of me too. Is that a part of your duties?" He smiled a little causing her eyes to widen and her smile to form a thin line. He, actually, made her think about it.

"I can take you to your room and help you settle. Other than that, I'm afraid I can't do." She smiled. Although he could see that she was not one hundred percent sure for his motives.

Brave little Blondie.

"That would be fine. Thank you." He replied.

She helped him stand up and offered him a glass of water. How long was he lying there unconscious?

He took the glass and drunk the water in a matter of seconds. A drop fell from his mouth and cascaded down on his jaw and his neck. So did the eyes of the receptionist.

She composed herself blinking a few times.

Then, she followed him to his room.

"Thank you. I mean it." He looked at her and smiled softly. She followed suit and smiled too.

A few seconds passed and he decided to break the silence.

"How long have you been working here?" He asked her.

"A year and a half. I graduated from school but my parents didn't have money for me to go to college." She replied playing with her nails.

"And you work to support financially your parents."

"No. Actually, I save money for college. I want to be a teacher." He got her attention now.

Good.

"I have always admired people who were patient. I was never gifted with that virtue." He was now closer. He could now see her pupils and her long eyelashes.

"And you? I've seen you on TV." She asked unsure.

"Me... I am ill. I have issues that made me do a few things that I regret." He replied while he was studying her face. He didn't want to mess with the game he was playing.

"That's why you told me yesterday that you were on drugs.." She mumbled more for herself to hear.

"Yeah...well..." He looked down. "I would love it if you could keep some company. I just don't want something to happen to me again for the next two hours."

"Of course. No problem. But i can't come to your room. Policy you know." She smiled awkwardly.

"I can meet you in a few minutes in the lobby. How about that?" He lifted his hand on the door frame. She noticed his toned arms and licked her lips and then looked at his face blushing lightly.

"How about you follow me now?" She didn't even have time to reply, he grabbed her from her waist and closed the door behind him as soon as she was inside the room.

He crushed his lips on hers. She was taken by surprise but followed his movements in no matter. He kissed her jaw and traveled to her ears. He bit her earlobe and a moan escaped her lips. He felt her hands on his neck holding him for dear life.

He fell on the bed on top of her, his T-shirt rising by her hands.

"Have you been kissed like that?" He asked her between the kisses he was placing on her stomach.

"Never." She replied in one breath, her eyes closed.

Just like her.

"You know, I killed them with one bullet." Her eyes opened instantly.

He continued kissing her ribs, liking his way to her bra under her red T-shirt. That revealing fabric that didn't even let him imagine how her breasts would be under it.

She already knew who he was referring to.

"My father was standing in front of my mom. He was shielding her." He started laughing. He was standing now and she was still lying there trying to restrain herself from him.

He stopped laughing and locked his gaze on her body.

"Please" She just said. A tear falling from her right eye.

"She never said please you know. She was always accepting me. No matter how fucked up I was, she never rejected me." He said placing his way between her legs. She tried kicking him, but he was much stronger.

"Ask me who." He demanded. She was pressing her teeth trying not to whimper.

"You were not like this yesterday. You-you said you were on drugs." She pressed her hands on his chest in an attempt to make him go away, but failed miserably.

"That doesn't sound like the "who" i was expecting you know." He grabbed her from her arms and threw her on the back side of the bed. She brought her knees to the level of her face crying.

He sat in front of her without uttering a word for a few minutes. She seemed to feel less afraid and lowered her knees.

"Leave now. While you can. Say a word to anyone and the next time I won't be able to hold him back."

He didn't have to speak twice. She ran towards the door and spared no glance on him while she shut it close.

He grabbed his bag and took a pill from the white rounded box. He swallowed it without water. He was used to.

Someone went to the bathroom and let cold water fill the bathtub. Someone stepped into it fully dressed and tried to forget.

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Hi guys!!!! Well..since it's the first time I actually write something, I would really appreciate any positive or negative comment.

Have a nice night or day :P

Jo.