Why Him? (BILL SKARSGÅRD/ ROMAN GODFREY)

Stressed Out

"No Roman" I sigh, moving myself away from him and I see the rejection written on his face but almost instantly he goes back to his usual blank expression.

"Why what's wrong?" He asks, slowly moving himself so that he's sitting up.

"I feel like there's something wrong, and when I feel this way I'm usually right" I shrug, he looks as if he's deep in thought and I'd love to know what he's thinking about. I wonder if he knows where mother is but he just doesn't want to tell me, which I hope not.

"You should sleep" He says, I shake my head at him and he sighs. All of a sudden he gets up from the couch and I feel his arms wrap around my waist, he lifts me up like I weigh nothing and I'm now over his shoulders upside down.

"Let me go now" I demand but he seems to just ignore me, I pinch and try to wiggle out of his grasp but nothing works so eventually I give up and just let him carry me all the way up the stairs and into my bedroom. He gently places me down on the bed keeping his eyes on me the entire time which I found quite intimidating but I didn't show it.

"You should put something more comfortable on to sleep in" He demands, I hesitantly shake my head and he shoots me a warning look to do as he says but I decide to be stubborn.

"Nope I'm okay" I mumble turning my head away from him so I'm currently facing the wall. I hear him sigh and suddenly feel his hands on me, slowly moving my zipper down on the back of my dress making me feel the electricity light up inside my body just from his touch.

He slowly pulls my dress down making me go crazy, I know he's just being a tease and he knows he's very good at it. He finally slips the dress of my body and I hear him take a sharp breath as he admires me up and down in my underwear whilst I lay down in the bed.

I feel his large hand slowly run up my leg up to my inner thigh and I feel like my entire body was on fire, I wish I didn't feel like this way but I can't help it.

"You're so beautiful" He leans down and whispers into my ear, sending even more chills down my spine. He kisses me on the forehead before leaving the room leaving me disappointed yet relieved that it didn't go any further then it could've.

After a couple of turns I was finally comfortable in my position and I let darkness take over me, Roman and mother lingering in my mind. I hope I'll hear from her soon and that she is okay I can't lose someone else that was close to me I wouldn't be able to live with that.

It is now Wednesday, It has been days since I've seen mother and my anxiety is hitting the roof Roman offered to stay at my place but I thought it wasn't a good idea so it was just me, myself and I. I've contacted everyone at the party, all her friends, even the workers from the function centre and none of them know where she has gone.

I've contacted all of them except for one,

father.

I quickly jump up from my bed and grab my phone messaging roman,

'What if father has her?'

Roman is typing..

'Don't stress'

I groan to his replies, obviously i'm stressing I have no clue where the fuck she went and he's not helping me either. I'm all on my own now, sometimes if you want to get things done you've got to it yourself.

I quickly walk into the bathroom and start the shower, stripping off my clothes and I hear the front door slam shut making me jump. I shut the water off quickly stepping out wrapping myself in the towel. I peep my head out through the door way to try and hear any sound but it was quiet, too quiet.

I slowly walk down the stairs trying not to make any noises, walking into the kitchen grabbing a butcher knife gripping it tightly in my hands. I can't help but feel the tremor from being frightened I hate being so weak.

I suddenly hear a soft rustle outside in the backyard, quickly making my way to the door trying to peep through the cracks through the door but I couldn't see anyone so I quickly open the door and was ready to attack with my butcher knife when I groan to see none other than Roman just chilling on the outdoor veranda with a cigarette in his hand.

"What the fuck" I spit, he looks over at me and his gaze moves to the knife in my hand, he lets out a dry chuckle before putting his cigarette back into his mouth blowing out smoke.

"Why are you here Roman?" I sigh, getting sick and tired of him but unfortunately a little part of me will never. He continues to keep his gaze at me, not responding to anything I am saying and he finally pushed me over the edge.

"You know what, get the fuck out of my house" I start to raise my voice and I see his jaw clench, but I did not see him flinch not once I hear him chuckle again.

"What's your problem?" He says getting up from the ground, I start to feel intimidated as he towers over me.

"You want to know what my problem is? my mother is missing and you couldn't care less" I manage to say in one breath.

"You're probably the one doing it" I continue, I watch as his face starts to go red and I finally start to walk away but he aggressively grabs my arm.

"Don't ever say that again" He demands, finally letting go of my arm and pushing past me walking back inside.

//Didn't get to re read over it and edit, let me know for any mistakes thank uuu//