Save Me? I'm Fine.

Chapter 3

It was the sunlight hitting your face and the intense warmth around your body that woke you up. Blinking multiple times you stared at the sky outside through the dirty window. It was a light light blue, with shades of golden and white specks just falling out of nowhere. It made you smile a little - the pleasant weather, the silence, the calmness. It wasn't something you hadn't felt in days.....and something you weren't supposed to feel.

Suddenly you were hyper aware of your surroundings. You were in someone's house, in their bed, and this someone had even changed your clothes. Immediately panicking, you sat up ignoring the pain all over your body pushing away the duvet on you, swinging your legs off the bed. In front of you was a very thin curtain through which the light illuminated a certain somebody. Standing up you walked towards him uncertainly on your toes, trying to be as silent as possible. Pushing the curtain away slowly you stepped into the living room to see him curled up on the sofa, face hidden beneath his arm which was across his eyes perhaps to block the sunlight. But he was definitely shivering even in the warmth. You swiftly walked back to the bed, grabbed the duvet and returned, draping it over him carefully. As soon as the warmth enclosed him he shifted pulling the covers closer to him and it was only then that you finally saw his face.

It was beyond beautiful. There was something about those features which was so delicate yet so manly. Something about them that made you just stand and stare. His pointed nose, that angular jaw, chapped but pink lips, eyelashes that were resting on his cheeks with his eyes shut. Everything was screaming a strange perfection. But who was he? The same person whose arms you felt around you as you fell last night? Was this his house? Why did he bring you, who he had no idea about, to his house? Was he a...a pervert? You quickly gripped the barely decent tank top you were changed into closer to your body. Oh my god. It was a typical falling out of a hot pan into the fire situation. You needed to get out of here before he woke up.

You rushed back in and quickly stripped out of the flimsy clothes you were dressed in and pulled on the tearing white night gown that belonged to you. Not even bothering to get rid of the weird morning breath or doing your bed hair properly, you tip-toed again and tried to walk out before you felt everything spin around you as though you were going to faint again. You needed to eat something otherwise it wouldn't be long before you blacked out once more. Not knowing what else to do you walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboards, searching for food. Finding a couple of biscuit packets and some wafers you lined them out on the counter and looked at them feeling guilty. This wasn't yours to take. Then again you had nothing to feel bad about. This creep had probably seen you naked last night, he deserved to be ransacked. But your heart still felt uneasy so you quickly dived your hand into the gown pocket, relieved when you found the little pouch you were carrying still in it. Opening it by the two threads you took out a couple of dollar bills that were in it before stashing the pouch back into your pocket. Taking all the food into your arms you walked up to the sleeping man and placed the dollar bills on the table next to him. With your heart at a little more peace, you quickly turned around and walked towards the door and your hand was just on the handle when you heard the ruffle of the duvet and sound of the sofa creak.

"Are you leaving?"

It was his voice which stopped your tracks. The same comforting voice as last night - "Are you alright?".

It was the black cap man in the bus.

You quickly turned around to see him sitting up, his blonde hair in a mess, expression a mix of confusion and worry. When his eyes fell on the things in your hands though, they narrowed and he looked betrayed.

"Are you....are you stealing my food?"

You slowly shook your head and pointed at the money you left in exchange on his tea table, biting your nails in tension. His expression turned more warm after seeing that. More pitiful.