Wrong Place ✔

Chapter 5

Bloody nightmares!!!

I didn't even bother getting up from the floor I just lied there contemplating on my very eventful life. It's all I ever think of, how I got here. And now that I am here what am I going to do?

I'm busy dreaming of a man chasing me down with a chainsaw dripping of blood already. I just can't fathom the thought, I just can't.

My door burst open and in walked Miguel Lobos holding out his gun, ready to kill.

"Kimberly? Are you okay?" His voice was thick with concern. It was hard yet comforting. He cares.

"Migue Lobos? Me and fine do not belong in one sentence." I rose up from the floor and sat on the edge of my bed and looked at him. I wish I didn't. The man's eyes were blood red and somehow I felt for him. He looked like he was sleep deprived and exhausted. He only had on a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else his body was just beautiful. If I didn't hate him, I'd be appreciating his God given features.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Why were you on the floor? Are you hurt?" He fired all those questions while he lowered his gun. I don't condone all he does with his life but the way he budged in here holding that gun, was somehow hot. Yes I am going to say 'somehow' everytime I have to compliment him. He doesn't deserve my compliments and I will guard them, I will filter them.

"I just had a nightmare, just like any other night and that is...well only when I manage to sleep." I truthfully told him. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, tempted to ask him if he has any sleeping pills but I couldn't do it.

"You can't sleep?" He whispered. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He sat on the edge of the bed and played with the gun in his hands. His shoulder muscles contracted and relaxed and I couldn't help but to stare. God's art.

"Do you have sleeping pills?" I blurted out. Okay I am tired of not being able to sleep and I'll just take whatever will make me fall asleep. I want something that would just knock me out.

"Uhh- no sorry." He looked at me apologetically. I nodded and averted my eyes to the gun in his hands. Lobos looks like he has been doing this for years. There are so many questions I want to ask him but I'm afraid he will shut me out or he will tell me and I'll have even more nightmares so I was at crossroads here.

"I smoke weed when I can't sleep." Oh that's a big revelation! I looked at him and saw that he was in some sort of pain, he looked nothing like Mr Lobos you see during the day.

"Well I don't smoke, I can't smoke. I'll just go get drunk!" I stood up from the bed but he grabbed my hand, prohibiting me from walking any further.

"Will it help if you have somebody in here with you? I don't want you to drink." The change in his voice was just overwhelming. It was confusing. He wasn't hard like any other day, he was soft, his voice was deep still yet soft.

"I don't want bodyguards in my bedroom Lobos." I rolled my eyes.

"I don't mean bodyguards. I mean-umm I mean...I me-" This is a first. Miguel Lobos stuttering? Who could have thought?

"I need a video camera for this moment! You, Miguel Lobos is stuttering?" I cracked up and laughed. He scowled and rubbed his nose.

"I'm sorry I had to." I wiped off my imaginary tears and sighed. That was a good one.

"Never mind then. I'm going to bed." He looked ticked off. No surprises there right? I mean the man is forever in a foul mood.

"Wait! I can't sleep and when you are here I feel at least comfortable..." I don't know what I was trying to suggest but whatever I'm just going to ask him to keep me company for a little while.