The time is 7:00 pm, and I have finally managed to make Kyle bring me to my parents. It took some convincing for him to even let me out of the room, but here we are, standing outside a grey door (what a shocker) and I slowly reach for the handle. I am going to be honest, I am a nervous wreck right now. But who wouldn't, right?
Are they even okay? By now I would think that my mother would have had a heart attack.
"You okay?" A warm hand settles on my lower back, the touch from Kyle immediately calming my whirling nerves.
"Yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? It is my parents. I know them better than anyone in this world, so why would I be nervous? Why would you ask such a thing?"
"I didn't ask if you were nervous," Kyle says with a gentle smile as he rest his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking it lightly.
"Oh, well I'm not." I turn back to the handle, putting my hand on it and just as I am about to open the door, I chicken out.
"Nope, I can't do this. What if they hate me?"
"Why would they hate you, sugar?" Kyle asks, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Because I lied to them. They are really sensitive about those things. And I kind of got their house blown to pieces by crazy men with guns," I say and fiddle with the hem of Kyle's shirt. With the hurry we had, I had to borrow clothes from him since my shirt is too dirty to wear and I don't have any extra clothes.
Kyle told me he would have someone go buy me something later today, so for now I'm stuck with pants that are cut to a shorts and a huge white shirt. The only positive thing about this is that it still smells of Kyle, and I can never get enough of that.
"Hey." Kyle brings his hand beneath my chin, lifting it so that he can see my eyes. "They're not going to hate you. Yes, you lied, and yes you got their house destroyed, and yes you're probably going to be yelled at for a few minutes-"
"You are not helping," I interrupt.
"But they will be more worried about your wellbeing, because they are your parents and they love you no matter what."
I huff slightly, but lean into his touch, seeking the comfort it gives me.
"Fine," I mumble and turn to the door again. Before I can change my mind, I turn the doorknob and step inside. The room is the same as the one Kyle and I, you know, only that here I see my mother and father sitting silently by a table. They are holding each other's hands, not seeming to have noticed the door being opened.
I clear my throat and their heads snap up. My mom gasps and jumps from the chair, immediately bringing me in a bone crushing hug.
"Ouch," I yelp as soon as she comes in contact with me, making me put pressure on the wounded leg. The second she catches my sound she pulls away abruptly.
"Oh dearie! What is wrong? Are you hurt?" My mother runs her hands down my arms and scans my body until her gaze stops at my thigh. She gasps and I swear all the color in her face drains away.
"What has happened to you?!" She screeches.
"Didn't anyone tell you?" I blurt out. The second those words leave my mouth; I already regret it. Mom's face turns into one of horror. My dad has gotten up from his chair and rushes over to mother to keep her from collapsing.
"What happened, Samantha?" She whispers. I sigh heavily, and sit my body down on the bed, clutching Kyle's arm for help so that I don't collapse all together. How on earth did I survive Kyle last night?
Not the right time, young lady!
Ignoring the annoying voice in my head, I decide to explain the situation to my parents.
"Well, let me tell you from the very beginning. It all started the day I was supposed to drive up to you guys..." I tell them the whole story, except a few intimate moments that happened between me and Kyle. At the end my parents are absolutely stunned to silence. There isn't a sound in the room, except the constant bussing of some sort of fan.
"So?" I ask, awkwardly fiddling with my shirt, or rather Kyle's shirt. Seconds goes by and nobody moves. Suddenly, and surprisingly, my mother talk, but not exactly what I thought she would say.
"You two are a couple, right?"
"What?!" I burst out, shock lacing the word I say. "Out of everything I have just told you, I got bloody shot, and you ask me that?" I continue. Mom looks the same, just as serious.
"I'm sorry dearie, but if you don't tell me that you two at least found together after all this, then I will have a breakdown. You deserve a man like Kyle here, and I will have a long talk With him about putting you in danger, but it is clear he cares for you. So, are you?" She says.
"No."
"Kind of."
My head snaps up to Kyle, who is staring back at me.
"Kind of?" I ask. He shrugs, he actually just shrugged.
"Well, you know," he says, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Well, I... we're not...or...ugh, yes kind of." My cheeks are so warm you could cook egg on them. "Anyway, that is not important right now, I need you two to be safe. So you will have to stay here for a while," I continue.
"Yes, yes of course." I smile to my father, thankful for his understanding, even though I have the feeling he isn't as accepting about Kyle now that he is the reason I am in danger. Oh well, what can I expect.
***
I am brought back to Kyle's room and placed carefully back on the bed, my thigh hurting more by the second. The doctor told me that I can't move out of the bed for at least two days. I shouldn't even have been moving at all, but I was a little too stubborn about the matter.
Kyle is standing over me, just looking at me as if I am a puppy that were run over by a car.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm worried about you," he mutters. We fall into a silence, just staring at each other.
"I'll be fine," I say when his face continues to be morphed into one of concern. Kyle sighs and crouches down beside the bed, tucking a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. I manage to smile at him, putting a hand on his cheek. The rough edges of his stubbles are felt against the soft skin in my palm.
"You really are something special, Sam." I furrow my eyebrows and purse my lips, trying to hide the smile that wants to emerge. As he sees my face, he chuckles and turns his head slightly, just enough for his lips to plant a kiss in my hand. Suddenly he stands up slowly.
"I need to go. There is a lot I need to take care of. Now, please, stay here and rest, I will be back in an hour." With that, he turns around and walks out of the room. With a content sigh, I plump my back down in the bed and close my eyes, hoping that he will be back faster.
Oh God, I have become a sappy, little girl...
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Dangerous Attractions
Romance"You can't change my mind," I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep in another moan. "I don't have to." He brings his head away from my neck, his eyes meeting my own. They are dark and his smirk still on his face, only becoming deeper and deepe...
