Courting Tragedy

Courting Tragedy (2)

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I was freezing. That was my first coherent thought as I woke up. I opened my eyes slowly, and I was surprised by what I saw. I was laying in a big, comfortable bed, covered with a bright colored comforter. The windows were covered by curtains, but I could tell that it was dark outside. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"If I had known that you were going to pass out and bleed all over me, I wouldn't have bothered coming." I looked to my right and saw the same guy from last night sprawled in a chair.

"Well, excuse me for bleeding. Next time I'll try harder not to be scared by an intruder in my house," I spat at him, fire in my words. I threw the comforter off of myself, desperate to be away from this jerk.

He cleared his throat loudly as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and I glared at him.

"You might want to look down before you take off, Princess." He smirked.

I glanced down, my cheeks rapidly turning red as I ripped the covers back up over my body. My underwear-clad body, I corrected myself.

"Did you miss a day in kidnapper school or something?" I demanded angrily, "Because this kind of treatment usually doesn't make your hostages any more pliable."

Instead of getting mad, he chuckled and moved towards me. I pulled the covers more securely around myself as a precaution.

"I didn't kidnap you," He said, sitting on the edge of my bed, "I got you medical attention after you were injured. Did you want me to leave you lying in glass, surrounded by your own blood?"

"And iced tea," I mumbled.

He drew his eyebrows together in confusion. "What?"

"I was also laying in iced tea." I said calmly.

He shrugged. "Minor details. Back to the whole I'm-not-a-kidnapper thing. I got you medical attention. I put you in a nice, comfortable bed-"

"In my underwear" I interjected.

"I have clothes for you," He replied.

I waited. "Yes? Are you going to give them to me, or are you just going to hold them over my head and make me beg?"

He smirked again. "I'm thinking about it."

I sat forward, unaware of the state I'd put my cleavage in. "Give me some clothes, or so help me God, I will beat the shit out of you."

"Ok, Princess, I'll give you some clothes. Just because you asked so nicely." He winked at me and stood up. Then he reached for the hem of his shirt.

I threw my hands up. "Stop! What do you think you're doing?"

He pulled it over his head and threw it at me. It landed in my lap and I picked it up skeptically as he sat back down on the edge of my bed.

"It's clean," He said defensively.

I turned the shirt over in my hands, mostly just trying not to look at him. I'd been watching him remove his shirt, and I'd caught a great look at his abs. I didn't know if it was a 6-pack or what, but it was amazing. I chanced another glance and him and saw him smiling evilly at me.

Shit. He caught me.

I sighed and pulled the shirt on, trying to ignore how warm it was and how good it smelled.

"Can I have some pants now?" I asked with malice.

He stood up again and popped open the button on his jeans. I covered my eyes as a blush exploded on my face.

"NO! NO! I'll walk around in my underwear! Just leave your pants on!" I shrieked.

He laughed, a deep sounds that rose goose bumps on my arms.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'm going to be keeping my pants on. For now at least."

I didn't say anything, just took my hands off of my eyes as he walked over to a dresser on the other side of the room and tossed a pair of jeans at me. Men's jeans. I glanced at him quizzically as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

He shrugged and looked down when he caught my eye. "I don't own any girls clothes."

He looks so cute when he's embarrassed, I thought. Then I immediately chastised myself. He's a kidnapper! I can't like him!

"Lovely. I'll be dressed, but I'll look like a man. Isn't being kidnapped fun?" I muttered as I got out of bed and pulled the jeans on. They sat low and loose on my hips, and puddle around my feet.

"You'll never look like a man." He said quietly. I shot a look at him in surprise.

He looked surprised too, and immediately walked over to the door. I hesitated, unsure. I mean, I didn't think he was going to kill me; he wouldn't have given me his clothes if he was just going to take me into another room and kill me, right?

My eyes closed and I felt my breathing pick up as I started worrying about what was going to happen to me. I'm sixteen! I can't die yet! I haven't done anything I wanted to do, like getting my license or having my first kiss... I can't die!

"You don't need to be scared; I'm not going to hurt you." The guy was suddenly next to me. Either he was really fast, or I'd zoned out long enough for him to walk over to me. I just looked up at the floor, unable to focus because I am going to die!

Hot hands cupped my face, forcing my eyes upward. "Hey, Princess. I told you I wasn't going to hurt you. I wasn't lying." He stared into my eyes and spoke slowly, but I almost didn't hear him as I lost myself in his eyes. They were such a light gray that they seemed silver. I shivered, all thoughts of my death gone from my mind as my eyes glazed over and then rolled back into my head.