Crazy House

Chapter 3: Why are you naked in my house?

Chapter 3: Why are you naked in my house?

"Who are you, and why do you have that black eye?" Is the first thing out of the man's mouth as he studies my face like it's a map to heaven.

I try to figure out how to answer him. My mouth opens and closes repeatedly. "I'm Ariel." I finally get out, but I don't explain the black eye. I simply bend to pick up my glasses, which is annoying because he doesn't bother moving out of the way to let me pick them up. That puts my head right by his crotch.

"So Ariel, why are you in my house naked?" He asks calmly after I stand back up. He doesn't ask about my eye again. He simply stares at me and waits for an answer.

"Uh..."

"Did you sleep with Tristian?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe. "Don't take it personally when he doesn't call you again." He tells me with a shake of his head. "He has commitment issues, so trust me, it's not you." He explains. "You're pretty, with a nice body, so you have nothing to worry about." He stands up straight and pats my head. "Throw some clothes on and I'll walk you outside."

I'm so shocked by his accusation that it takes me a while to explain to him the real reason I'm here.

"I'm not one of Tristian's flings." I tell him, and he raises his eyebrow at me.

"You know, once you admit it to yourself, you'll get over him quicker." The guy says, running a hand through his blonde hair.

"I haven't slept with Tristian, or anything like that." I tell him trying to make myself clear. "He's just lending me a place to lay my head for the night."

The guy studies me some more, as if he suspects I'm lying. "You really aren't his type," he says looking at my chest and then back at my face. "You're a bit too skinny."

What does he mean, too skinny? Is that possible?

"Okay, well Tristian's gone, so I'll just go to my room, and you can do whatever." He says with a wave of his hand.

Why didn't Tristian tell me he was leaving?

I mean, who leaves a complete stranger in their house?

"Wait," I call to the guy as he turns to go to his room.

"Yes?" He asks, turning around to look at me. Suddenly, I realize how handsome he is. There's dark stubble on his face. He's at least six foot four, and from the way his t-shirt clings to his body, I can tell he works out a lot.

"I know I'm handsome, but could you please tell me what you need?" He asks but not in a cocky way, but more as if he's stating facts.

I feel my cheeks turn red and I hug my towel closer to my body, "My clothes are in Tristian's car." I tell him.

He nods his head, "And you want me to lend you some of mine? Okay, come on." He says, before turning his back to me again and going into his room.

I stand in shock for a second before rushing to follow him. The room is big with brown painted walls, there's a huge flat screen TV, and a King size bed, and the dressers look like they're made of cherrywood. His room looks way better than the one I'm staying in, though that does make sense.

He turns his TV on before going through his drawers to find me something to wear.

"You never told me your name, you know."

"That would imply that I want you to know who I am, and quite frankly, I don't." He says with his back still to me.

Gosh, he's rude.

"I gave you my name." I remind him.

"You're in my house." He counters before turning around with a black t-shirt, a pair of boxers, and grey jogging pants.

"Do you want just the jogging pants, boxers, or both?" He asks, holding them up.

"Uh, both, please." He holds them out to me and I take them from his hand. He sits on his bed and starts watching TV as if I'm not in the room.

I leave the room, going back to mine and closing the door. I throw the towel on the floor and quickly slip on the rest of the clothes, trying to ignore the pains in my abdomen. Somehow, I end up slipping on the towel and hitting my back against a dresser, eliciting an involuntary cry of pain.

My door flies open and the handsome guy looks at me in concern. "What did you do?" He asks.

"I hit my back." I wince at the pain. I'm pretty sure that I feel blood trickling down it.

"Shit." He says, "Can you walk?"

"I don't know." He looks irritated.

"Can you try?"

I slowly get up, pain shooting through my back.

"Come on." He grabs me lightly by my arm and drags me to his room. The TV is still on, and he turns it down a little.

He touches the bottom of my shirt -well, his shirt- before pausing. "How old are you?" He asks studying my face.

"17."

"Damn it. What was Tristian thinking, bringing a minor into our house?" The room is silent for a while and I try not to cry from the pain.

"I'm going to lift the shirt up to see your back but that's it, okay?" He says cautiously, and I nod. "Okay, lay down on your stomach."

I follow his directions before feeling his hands gently start to pull the shirt up. He stops when the shirt is right below my boobs, and lets out a hiss.

"That's deep," he says, and then I hear him draw in another breath. "Who's been abusing you?" He asks softly.

I'd been so distracted from the pain that I'd forgotten about some of the bruises on my back that hadn't quite healed yet.

"Please, just don't." I tell him softly, and I hear him let out a sigh.

"I'm going to go get some stuff to fix you up, and when I come back, you're going to explain everything to me." 

-------

Alright there it is, we've met a new character though he hasn't revealed his name..