The Ghost of Him

14. Wasted

*Melanie's POV*

It had been about a week since Gerard ran into his brother at the convenience store, and ever since we got back to the RV he just sat in the same corner and stared at the wall. He never even moved from the spot to sleep; he slept in that corner.

I gave him food everyday but he wasn't eating much, and as far as I knew he never went to the bathroom during the day. Several times I would wake up in the middle of the night to see him going outside, and I would wait to fall back asleep until I knew he was safely back inside the RV. He only stayed out there for a few minutes, which is why I just assumed he used that time to do his business.

Gerard wasn't talking much, only the occasional basic conversation things that I found quite boring, so I spent most of the time lying in the bed and staring at the ceiling or reading one of the books Gerard had stored in here that were probably stolen. It didn't matter much anyway, because the current one that I was reading (The Time Machine by H.G. Wells) was extremely dense and had weird wordings that I didn't really understand. I was really just reading it to keep my mind off of things. Plus, Gerard had gushed over how amazing he thought the book was and I wanted to try to experience the things that he enjoyed.

I also had a sneaking suspicion that I was coming down with something because I was starting to frequently feel nauseous and I had even thrown up once or twice. Bummer. The sickness could also be because it's around "that time of the month" again, but technically I was supposed to start that two days ago, if I was keeping the right track of time.

I did sneak some supplies for that out of the house before we left for this particular reason, but I hadn't needed to use any of it yet. Maybe it was because of stress. I remember reading somewhere that stress could knock off your menstrual cycle, so that was probably it. Being kidnapped was stressful as fuck.

The only other thing that I could think of was the fact that when Gerard and I had sex, we didn't exactly use protection or anything. . . but that idea seemed a little farfetched. Being pregnant wasn't exactly on my to-do list at the moment, and I could pass on the entire idea of it right now. I mean, I was only seventeen. I decided to just dismiss the thought entirely for the time being.

I looked across the room at Gerard, who was picking at his fingers and staring into his lap. I set down the book that I wasn't paying much attention to at all and got up and wandered over to him. The pain had gone away for now and I felt perfectly fine, minus the extreme boredom and slight irritation I was getting from the way Gerard was acting.

I stood in front of him for a moment, and when he didn't look up I cleared my throat.

"I'm not hungry right now," he mumbled, still not looking at me.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm not trying to give you food," I said as I lowered myself and sat in his lap in a way so that I was straddling him.

His eyes widened and he finally looked at me, obviously shocked by what I was doing. "What are you -"

I rudely interrupted him by placing our mouths together forcefully and letting my hands travel down to his waist. Since I'd had a full week and a half to think about the last time Gerard and I had sex, my mind had branched out and I came to peace with the whole idea of it, especially since I had found out how enjoyable it is.

I linked my fingers in the belt loops of Gerard's jeans and pulled our waists closer together. He backed away from the kiss and gave me a confused look.

"What are you doing?"

I shrugged. "I'm bored. You seemed upset. I thought of a lot ways I could make you happy and they all ended up starting out like this."