A Slave for You

Chapter 5

For NotYourAverageAngel

A loud crash brought me out of my dreams. I sat in the bed and rubbed my eyes. It was still dark outside. Another crash made me jump. That's when I heard the rain hitting the window. I shook my head. No. I couldn't take this. My hands shot out to wake up Scott but my hand stopped short just like in the morning. I couldn't wake him up with what happened in the bathroom. Lightening lit up the room before the thunder boomed. I felt the house shake. I ran into the corner of the room and brought my knees to my chest. My hands were pressing against my eyes while my eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

"Gazing from my window casement at a group of children play,
All absorbed in childish romping, sporting 'neath the sun's bright ray;
Suddenly the heavens clouded, threat'ning but a summer's ruin;
Anxious mothers seek their darlings, now their joys give way to pain.
Pouting lips and saddened faces, naughty rain their joys disperse;
From their little hearts the wail comes, nature's pathos in this verse." I heard a shifting come from the direction of the bed. I whimpered as the thunder sounded above me.

"Mitch?"

"Rain, rain, go away, come another washing day,
For the children want to play; don't stay any longer, rain.
Rain, rain, go away, come another washing day,
For the children want to play-'tis life's story over again." I felt a hand rub against my knee. I didn't move to stop. "See the husband and the father, on financial tempest to-"

"Mitch stop!" I didn't realize that instead of singing the song lightly, I was trying to shout above the storm. Scott sat next to me and wrapped me in his strong arms. "Tell me a story. One your mom use to tell you." I was digging my nails pass his shirt and into his skin. I was trying to even my breathing. I made a noise like I was in pain when a clap of thunder shook the house once again. "Tell me." Scott was trying to get my attention off the storm.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor." I tensed at another sound. He whispered for me to continue. "One bright day, in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout "Horray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came to kill those two dead boys." I was unable to continue as the storm grew worse. My breath were coming in short burst. Scott put his lips to my ear.

"He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you doubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too." He was rocking me back and forth. "That was my favorite story as a kid." I nodded quickly.

"Yeah. Me too."

"Why are you afraid of storms?" Scott lifted me on his lap and I hid my face in his neck.

"It's too big. Too loud."

"That's not it." He stated. His fingers ran through my hair. "There is something that happened during a storm."

"My dad died." His arms around me tightened.

"What calms you down?" The thunder clapped and I tried back into my corner again. I couldn't answer Scott so he just continued to recite nursery rhyme after nursery rhyme. I wasn't paying attention to the stories. I was listening to Scott's soothing voice. He stood up with little difficulty and brought us back on the bed. I wasn't letting go of him any time soon.

After about an hour of the me cowering into Scott's body, the storm had passed. I felt my eyes drooping shut with Scott talking.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" He was rubbing up and down the length of my clothed spine.

"For kissing you earlier."

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that too." He kissed my forehead. "I shouldn't have freaked out like that. I liked it." I felt my heart pounding a mile a minute. This very handsome man, that was holding, actually enjoyed kissing me. He enjoyed being with me. He kissed me quickly. I was grinning. My second kiss that I actually enjoyed. "You know, we shouldn't be in bed together. It's not proper."

"You're a gentleman. That's cute."

"Why didn't you tell me you were afraid of storms?" I shrugged my shoulders in a small gesture that he might not have felt.

"I've always had to face it by myself. I was going to wake you up but I thought you would yell at me." He rested his chin on top of my head.

"Next time, wake me up. I don't care what time it is. I want you to feel safe." I tightened my grip on his shirt.

"I do feel safe." Surprisingly, this is the safest I've felt in years. I felt safe in my mother's arms then my grandparents and finally Scott made my safety feel above everyone's. "Hey Scott?"

"That's the first time you've said my name." I blushed a deep shade of red that he couldn't see in the darkness.

"I'm sorry."

"I love how my name rolls off your tongue and past your lips." He rubbed his nose against mine in small Eskimo kisses that my mom use to give me. "Anyways, your question?"

"If there was a book of your life, would you read to the end?"

"I would probably read my death but not the middle." There was a small sound of thunder. It was still enough to scare me. I was pathetic.

"So you'd live your life in fear?" He laughed quietly. I wish I could see his face.

"No. I would live in peace. Live up to everything I wish to accomplish." I could feel his lips moving against my cheek and his hot breath spilling onto my cold skin. "What about you? What would you do Mitch?" I didn't even have to think about my answer.

"I wouldn't read anything." I pathetically curled closer to Scott when the lightening lit up the room. "I would continue life in complete wonder. Fall in love, maybe get a tattoo or some piercings, get completely wasted, and then die on my own terms." He tensed.

"Suicide?" I blinked, trying to keep my eyes open so I could answer Scott.

"Not exactly. An escape in...." I trailed off. His comforting had made me fall asleep in the middle of my sentence. Maybe he'll forget by morning.