You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 05: What the hell have I done?

EMIL POV:

I wake up with a terrible hangover and my back hurts because I fell asleep on the hard floor. I sit up grimly and examine the location where I am, here I notice a silhouette against a tree.

Everything comes back to me suddenly, like a blow in my face...

-Oh my God ! I whisper, shocked. I really- ?

I leave the hard ground and go to the girl, thinking of an excuse for what I did. I want her to forgive me because I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing.

-Jim? I say, bypassing the tree to face her.

No answer...

-Listen to me, I'm really- I start but immediately notice that the girl isn't conscious.

I get more near her to hold her when I notice that her jeans are stained with blood, and it's certainly not that of the wound in her thigh.

-Shit !! I swear under my breath. In addition, I was the first.

I raise and hold her then get her to the car easily, she's light as a feather. I put her in the back seat and start the car.

I take the road to my country house and avoid an accident or two. We finally arrive after an hour ride and I park the car in the garage.

The girl is still passed away. I take her in my arms into the house and up to the second floor, where my room is, and then deposit her on my bed. I look for tissues to cure the injury in her thigh, and then leave her to sleep peacefully.

I remove all the frames on the walls of the living room, I don't want my guest to discover who my father is. I look at the last part that I unhooked and swallow the angry tears that are threatening to fall.

It's true that I look like him physically but I'm not like him, he's blinded by the glory of his rock band. Plus he prefers his other son to me.

I swing the frame to the cellar to join the others and then lock the door and go to the small kitchen for storing food in the pantry and fridge. Once everything is put in order, I go to the living room to watch TV.

After a few hours I get tired, plus I'm getting hungry. I get up from the couch and go to prepare something to break the munchies. I'm doing very well with the kitchen because I learned to cook at the age of 15.

I go back to my room to make sure that the brunette is well. She is still sleeping, my pillow tight against her.

Jimaima seems contorted as if she's seeing a nightmare, she is trying to push something and I have to confirm that I am the nightmare in person. I remain in awe of her being very delicate.

Separate from your affliction ...

Feel Alone When I look in your eyes.

I'm no longer your addiction ...

A distant void reflecting in your lies.

Don't say a word ...

Don't Cry !!!

I sigh and then leave the room down to the kitchen. Now I have to pray that she forgives me...

-Rule number two, never rape a girl without a condom! I do remind myself.

And that's what I have done, good lord.

You can't get enough...

Under your skin.

You can't get enough

Drawing your sin...

You can't get enough...

Under your skin.

You can't get enough...

Drawing your sin

Ellipse ~ three days ~

Carter's daughter is not yet awake, I'm beginning to worry about her. I look at the sun through the window and then turn my attention to the pan that is on fire.

My hearing picks up the sound of creaky stairs, I hold my breath watching the entrance, for seeing the girl.

A brown mass of hair make its entrance into the kitchen, the girl rubs her eyes and stares at me with a lost air.

-Say sir, where am I? She starts, looking around.

I look at her in surprise and open my mouth to answer but no sound comes out, but she asks another question.

-... And who are you? Jim adds, resting her eyes on me.

Here I am lost, completely lost...

I look at the girl in shock and sit on the chair to avoid falling. She's laughing at me or she really lost her memory?

-I- You don't remember anything? I ask her, attentively.

-Remember what? She says, lost.

-Stop playing comedy, Jim. This is not funny! I start getting up.

-I don't play anything, sir. But I really want to know who you are and where I am.

I rub my neck and think about what I should do, I don't know if I should tell her or not. At the end, I make a decision.

-I am Emil and I'm your kidnapper. I let go, watching for her reaction.

-Why have you kidnapped me, sir? I think you are not going to kill me, sir. She whispers, panicked.

-Stop with this formal address it bothers me. I say then add: I'm not going to kill you.

-Then why- . She begins but I cut her off.

-I wanted some company... I respond, turning off the fire.

-Oh ok !! You- you seem very charming. She says but directly puts her hands on her mouth and reddens.

-Alas, this charm hides a criminal behind it. I say, feeling low.

-What did you do ? Jim asks.

Everything confirms that she's in a state of shock that her brain refused to consume the rape fact and erased what's related to it.

to be continued...