Waiting For Winter

Thankful Interruption

"Will you go out with me?"

Just those words alone made me want to throw up. I was honestly thinking about wiping my mouth after he'd kissed me, but thought better of it. I scooted a bit away from him though.

"I don't feel that way about you," I murmured, looking at the space between us. Then, glaring up at him I said, "No."

It stung. It stung so bad. My head was suddenly spinning and my neck felt like it had nearly broken. I brought my hand up to my cheek. I didn't dare look at him. Keep your cool, Kim. You got this. Reel him back in.

Alexander got up from the bed and started pacing the room. "No, huh," he said. His head was bowed and his arms crossed.

"Well..."

"No!!?" Alexander bellowed.

"Come here..." I whispered, opening my arms for him. I'm pretty good at this pretending thing.

"No--wait, what?" He stopped. He blinked at me, utterly confused.

Gotcha.

"Just because I don't like you enough to date you doesn't mean I'm not interested in you."

Alexander trudged over to me. But he didn't embrace me. He was still weary.

I lowered my arms. "I'm not done questioning you." I put my hand over his. He yanked it out of my reach.

"You're very confusing, Kimberly."

"I guess I am," I said, calmly,"but you're a complete mystery. No one here knows anything about who you are--"

"And I wish it'd stay that way," he snapped. He was even more guarded than I thought.

"You said you'd let me know..."

I felt his body tense up. He was bottling up his rage. He looked very close to exploding, but he kept it hidden inside because of me. Does he care that much? "Fine."

I breathed a sigh of relief. And it began.

"Where were you born? You don't look or act very American," I noted. I studied his choice of clothing tonight. A plain white tee and baggy, grey sweatpants. "Though, you sure can pull it off."

Alexander hesitated a bit, but then smirked. "Thank you, Kimberly. I was born in France."

That explains a lot. "France... Are your parents French too? What do they do?"

At this question, Alexander's expression immediately darkened. He wouldn't look at me directly. His dull gaze was focused on an area behind me. "My parents are gone. Died in a car crash when I was fifteen years of age."

My brow creased. He sounded like a robot. Like he'd said those words a thousand times before. I noticed his fingers were gripping his sweats.

"Sorry to hear that."

That brought back Alexander's attention. "You're sorry. Alright."

He was very distant. "I just have one more question..." I said, slowly.

"Go ahead."

"Why did you start this whole thing?"

Alexander smiled at me. "Because, Kimberly," he said, leaning closer to me. His eyes seemed to glow in the light of the moon. "Women are tools. Simply materials created solely for the use of man."

I shivered. What?

Alexander thrust his arms forward, pushing me down on the bed, and making my head bounce up harshly. The next second, he was back on top of me. My arms were pinned by my sides, my legs underneath his strong knees. I struggled and twisted under him, but didn't move an inch. He grinned a very sadistic grin, running his tender forefinger along my cheek. "You're my special little toy, Kimberly," he whispered. His grip tightened immensely on my wrists, making me groan in pain.

I watched him--in fear--as he bent down and kissed my lips again. But this time, he jutted his tongue out, trying to force my clamped lips apart. I turned my head this way and that, doing whatever I could to get his face away from mine. I felt his body stiffen. He sat up.

"Kimberly. Be nice, or I'll really have to hurt you."

Kate, this is for you. I spat in his pretty face.

Not a moment was wasted. The top popped off on that bottle of rage, and his hands found their way to my neck. He began to squeeze. And hard. Not even a tiny bit of air made its way to my lungs. I'm dying. He's killing me now, I thought, as my eyes stopped watering and started to flutter shut. The clawing I was doing at his hands slowly came to a stop.

Bang!

"So this is why you kept her for yourself, huh?"

The flames on my neck let up. I felt it semi-consciously as I lay there on my back underneath him. He moved off of me though, and I noticed my body felt cold. Someone was shaking me. It was him. Was it him? My brain....what's wrong with me?

"Kim. Kim. Kim." Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim. Over and over and over and over again. SHUT UP.

A strong pump on my barely breathing chest.

My eyes shot open. I choked and gasped desperately for air. I tried to sit up quickly, to see what was going on, but I felt a pair of strong hands ease my shoulders back down to rest on the pillows. My eyes focused and I saw that it was Alexander. His brows were pulled together and he looked pained, liked he'd just lost the most precious thing in the world. "Just relax...please."

I didn't protest as my head was throbbing and I felt dizzy. Nevertheless, I tried to pay attention to the abrupt conflict that'd begun before me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Alexander stated, never flinching. He stood between the bed I was sprawled out on, and the opened doorway.

The man moved in slow motion, tripping over his own feet. I saw, now, that Kate had appeared behind him. She had her arms wrapped tightly around the man's waist, attempting to pull him backward and out into the dimly lit hallway. The man wasn't having it though. He swore and elbowed Kate in the face, making her falter and let him go. Most likely, he was aiming for someplace a little lower.

He stomped up to Alexander and pointed a chubby finger in his face. Alexander stood a good two feet above the man, although the man looked a lot older. "You're into some kinky stuff huh, buddy? Chokin' her and all that, while she's squirmin' and moanin' underneath ya. You're into that stuff, huh?"

I expected him to laugh. Joke with him in some insane way. Instead, Kate and I were met with the loud thump of a body being thrown into the wall. Alexander had the man by the collar of his shirt, with one arm forcing his head back, chin pointed up at the ceiling. The man grunted.

"You're right," Alexander said, almost cheerily,"I am into doing kinky things." His hand found its way to the man's small bulge. "I'm into ripping douches' marble sized balls off. Is that kinky enough for you?"

Kate finally spoke up,"Master--"

"No!" Alexander shouted. "This man wants to see kinky, and I'm more than happy to show him."