Only You

Chapter Six!!

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"It is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it."-Alexander Smith

-Chapter Six-

"Think about what you want." His deep voice lingered in my mind. What do I want?!

I sighed. "Why do I care so much!" I groaned into the pillow.

I reached for my purse on the night table. It was gone.

I went into the living room, thinking I left it there. Nope.

The garage door was open and Neely's car was gone.

Odd. I thought to myself.

I walked up stairs to see if Bryson knew where it was.

"Dammit." I yelled as I stepped on something sharp. I lifted my foot to see a pen from my purse on the last step of the stairs.

I picked up and the pen and walked up the stairs.

A finger nail file was sitting on the middle step.

"This is weird." I said aloud.

I picked it up.

At the top of the stairs, sat the rest of the crap from my purse.

"Looking for this?" I snapped my head up to Bryson's room.

He was leaning against the threshold of his door with my empty purse swinging on his finger. Sweet Jesus, he was still shirtless. I caught myself staring too long.

"What are you doing with it?" I quickly asked.

He tossed it to me. I missed and watched it tumble down some of the stairs. He laughed.

"It had blood on it, I washed it." He crossed his arms over his bare, tatted chest.

"Thanks." I stood there looking at my feet.

"I wanna show you something." He nodded his head to his room.

I took a deep breathe and followed him. He just wants to show me something. That's it. I'll see it then leave.

He closed the door behind me and walked over to his black curtains. He closed them. Never mind.

"Uh, what exactly are you doing?" I began to panic.

"You'll see." He smirked.

He stood next to me and and grabbed my hand. "Close your eyes."

"W...." I started to protest.

"Just trust me." I closed my eyes and heard a light switch.

"Open them." His voice tickled my ear.

I did, slowly.

"I can't see anything."

A click of a light switch and a buzzing sound made me jump as his room glowed in neon colors.

"Oh my gosh. What is this?"

"I like to paint." He admitted, proudly.

"With glow in the dark paint?"

"Yeah."

Beautiful paintings of random things covered every inch of his walls. He always gave off the vibe of an artist.

"This is beautiful." I whispered.

His hand touched my back.

"Yeah."

One interesting painting caught my eye. I walked over to it.

"Is this. Me?" I asked as I touched the face of the painting that looked like mine. I didn't know if I should be amazed or freaked out.