Cherry Wine: a Hozier Fanfic

Trespassing

I roll my body and discover myself laying on what seems to be a bed.

I can hear the echoes of a voice humming a melody through what must be walls, and it sounds like it's not too far away. So I decide to keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep, just incase the voice belongs to a murderer.

That thought only raises my anxiety and it makes me sweat, as well as lead myself towards hyperventilation.

"Oh.. you're awake.." it was the voice of a man. I guess breathing gave myself away?

Oh, you're awake. What is that supposed to mean?

It obviously means what it means.

"G-good.."

He sounded... shy.

I squint my eyes open to get a glimpse of my kidnapper, and my heart nearly stops in place.

When I imagined the face that belongs to the voice, I thought of nothing like that of what I see now.

Before my eyes could adjust, all I could observe was something tall and dark.

And the more I opened my eyes, I could finally see through my crusty eyelashes.

It was there, that I had indeed saw a
slender man
standing before me,
with curly chestnut hair
to warm the tops
of his shoulders.
The shadowed skin of his throat was
peeking out from
a black trench coat,
which he used to
hide his hands.
His trusting dark eyes held a calming gaze on me,
and his face looked as though it was
molded by a ceramist,
for there were
no imperfections
from this work of art
based on the natural smile that plastered his lips.

It was almost scary how surreal this man looked, and, before I could realize I had obviously been gawking at him, the sound of his voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Miss..?"

A smile slowly crawls on my lips, and I quickly hide it with my palm.

Our eyes meet.

I suddenly get the same feeling I would get if I looked directly into the eyes of a rattle snake. I'm not sure if I should run or stand (or in this case, lay) my ground.

"I made you tea."

I realize I'm the only one that's creating silence here. Even the birds outside of the window are louder than I am.

Should I run?
No, he's too big, he would be able to catch up with me easily.

I slowly sit up and cautiously watch him as he watches me.

"If you'd like.. I could, pour you a cup." His voice is low, but it's very relaxing.

I hover my hand away from my mouth so I can respond. I can barely notice how shaky I am, but I can tell by the apologetic look on his face that he can definitely see it.

"Uh--ah!" As I tried to speak, I feel a sudden raging pain in my ankles.

Oh no, please don't think I'm weird because I responded like that.

He cautiously rushes to the footboard of the bed and kneels, raising his hand, he moves the blanket to reveal my feet and lower legs; they had been wrapped with what looks to be a ripped white shirt, but now seeped with crimson.