The Crazy American

Chapter 12

We arrive to the house in silence. I open the door and climb out before Elliot has a chance to even get out.

"Rose, I.." Elliot starts as he climbs out of the car.

"Goodnight Elliot," I murmer and rush inside. Everyone is surrounding the door as I walk in. They all stand quietly assessing me. I look past them and walk upstairs. I hear Elliot rush in behind me so I pick my speed up and reach my door before he can say anything else. I shut the door and collapse against it. Tears pour down my cheeks and I put my head in my hands.

"Rose, I brought you something to eat." Allie's voice rings out. Waking me from a broken sleep.

"I'm not hungry." I say softly.

"Rose, you should eat," her voice worried.

"I'm fine Allie, really. I'll get something in a little bit, but thank you." I make my way to the mirror and undress. My knees are caked in blood and gravel. My lips are brusied matching my cheek. I tear up once again. My mind fills with the smell of tabacco and the sight of his smirk. I hug myself and make my way to the bathroom. A hot bath should help. I run the water and slip into the warm embrace, eager to wash this night away.

Time flashes by and the water becomes cool. Sighing, I get out reluctantly. Wrapping up in a fluffy towel, I wander around my room. After an hour of trying to brush my hair in pain, my stomach growls. I sigh, slip on a robe and sneak downstairs. Everyone is in their rooms asleep since it is one in the morning. I open the fridge and look for food.

"Finally hungry?" A deep voice makes me squeak. A chuckle comes from the kitchen island. I feel for a light switch. Flicking it on, Elliot squints at me, a smirk plastered on his face. I look down at the ground and bite my lip. "Want me to make you something?" He asks timidly. I shake my head.

"I think I might just eat an apple or something small." I play with my hands and avoid looking at him.

"Rose, eat something substantial." He sighs.

"Nah," I whisper and go back to the fridge. My mind wanders as I look for something to eat. Elliot gets up and stands next to me. My nerves tingle with his closeness. "I am just going to have cereal." I grab the milk and walk away from him. He follows me, I open the cupboard and reach for a bowl. Standing on my tiptoes, I extend my hand. My robe becomes five inches shorter, almost exposing my underwearless backend. I blush and bite my lip.

Cereal or no exposed butt? Which sounds worse? I peg no cereal would be worse so I reach more. The very bottom of my buttocks peeks out of the robe. Hopefully he doesn't see. I allow myself a small glance at him. His eyes are taking in the whole situation. Mainly the exposed butt action. I blush and grab my bowl. Biting my lip, I walk past him and grab the cereal off the counter, filling my bowl with my back to him. I take a deep breath and pour my milk. He is leaning against the silverware drawer, watching me curiously. Something in his eyes makes me shutter.

"Excuse me, please." I say in a mouse of a voice. He grins and moves. As he shifts to let me in, his fingers graze my upper leg. My nerves scream. I look away from him. "Goodnight, Elliot." I whisper as I grab my spoon and retreat into my room. I shut my door and drop my head. My heart pounding in my ears. He is trying to kill me.

I take my time to eat my cereal. About thirty minutes pass by until I hear someone walk up the stairs and down the hall. After they shut their door, I deem it safe to wander back downstairs. Slipping on underwear, I creep into the kitchen once more and put my bowl in the sink. Looking around in the dark for anyone, I sigh and turn on the light. Still no one, good. I wash my bowl and put everything away. I hop up onto the counter and inhale, holding my knees. Each breath stings them slightly. I look up at the ceiling.

"What are you looking at?" I jump at the sudden voice and jerk my head toward it. Elliot smiles timidly at me.

"Oh. Don't you see it? There, right there is a unicorn. It says hello, Elliot. It also says that you shouldn't sneak up on people. That is how people get killed." I glare at him playfully. He laughs at me, shaking his head.

"Well tell the unicorn that Elliot told it to let Rose get some sleep." He struts up to me.

"He can hear you." I respond with fake offensiveness. Elliot laughs sending my ears to paradise.

"Well Mr. Unicorn, can you tell Rose that she needs to get to bed?"

"The unicorn said he doesn't want Rose to go to bed. Rose isn't tired yet." I frown playfully.

"Well too bad! Mr. Unicorn, say goodnight to Rose." He laughs and picks me off of the counter. I squeak and fake punch him. He shakes his head and carries me upstairs. I look up at him and he smiles down at me. Why can't it always be like this? A little voice in my head whispers. I shake the thought away and enjoy now, not think about tomorrow. He slips into my room and shuts the door with his foot. Gently laying me on the bed, he walks to turn off the light.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he takes off his shirt.

"Getting ready for bed, what does it look like I'm doing?" He rolls his eyes with fake sarcasm and unbuckles his jeans. My heart races as he steps out of his pants. His strong legs lead up to a trimmed torso, broad shoulders, strong arms. My body longs for him. He winks at me, sending my body into overdrive. He walks up to me, touching my face gently then hopping into bed next to me.

"Let me.. give me a second." I say and go over to my dresser. Pulling out a silky nightgown, a gift from my friends back in the states, and turn away from him. Two can play this game. I slip off my robe slowly, seductively as possible. I hear him take a deep breath from behind me. Looking over my shoulder at him, his eyes are filled with lust. His bottom lip, pinched between his teeth. I smirk and slip into my nightgown. Turning to face him, his eyes burn into me. I smile sweetly and walk up to the bed. Elliot looks at me intensely. I bite my lip at him and run my hand along his bare chest. He closes his eyes and I stop, taking my hand away from him. Elliot blinks up at me. I flick off my light and slide into bed. Elliot inhales, pulling on every nerve in my body. The silent, blackness of the night rings dauntlessly in my ears. I blush deeply and hide my face under the blankets. Settling into the covers, Elliot turns his back to me.

"Goodnight Rose," His voice drifts into the night. My heart sinks with the realization that he wasn't going to even face me let alone cuddle.

"Night," I say softly and turn to look at the window. Rain patters outside, dancing me into a deep slumber.

The morning light flooded the room, stirring me from my dreams. The realization of what happened the night prior hits me like a brick wall sending hot blood through my veins. I cautiously turn to where he fell asleep. The pillow still dented from his head throughout the night. Disappointment fills my body. Letting out a sigh, I huff out of bed. The night still clinging to what could have happened.