Lost With Romeo

Tell No One

I heard a knock at the door. Assuming it's morning, I groan and stretch. I stop suddenly when I realize that it's still night. Who could that be at this time of night? Figuring it must be one of my fellow classmates or a teacher, I get up. I grab my glasses; I shiver with the cool air conditioning kissing my bare legs. I knew I shouldn't have worn a muscle shirt and tiny shorts, I thought, freezing.

I rub my eyes as I open the door. Blinded by the sharp light from the hallway, I could have never anticipated what happened next. I was immediately greeted with duct tape over my mouth and a cloth bag over my head. I was quickly snatched and thrown carelessly over one my assailant's shoulders. I squirmed and kicked, trying to free myself from my attackers, my heart beating rapidly.

Based on my other senses, I gathered there were two assaulters. I heard them close my hotel room door quietly as I once again attempted to escape. I hit the boy who slung me over his shoulder, but it was futile. What the hell is going on? What's happening?, I thought, breathily heavily and struggling.

"You're coming with us for a bit, Miss Tempa," one of my unknown assailants leered, answering my thoughts. Getting upset now rather than scared, I figured that this must be Raurke's doing. God, the idiot, I hate him so much. I thought vengefully.

I resisted as they dragged me down the hall. I heard my attackers open what I assumed was their hotel room door, shove me through it, and shut it softly again. I was thrown on the bed and felt a rope wrap around me, binding my arms on my sides. I began to fear again. What's happening to me?, I thought with panicky breath.

"Now she's scared, dude," the first one stated, annoyed. The second one laughed. "So?" he replied maliciously.

I'm going to kill Raurke. I really am going to kill him, I thought, panicked and upset. The bag the boys used as a blindfold was ripped from my head, with a sudden burst of light filling my vision for the second time that night. I looked up, expecting to see Raurke, but there was no sign of him. I looked up at the two boys in front of me, confused.

"You know, Tempa? You are going to regret ever slapping Raurke. When you smacked him, we said that he should have smacked you back. He said no, but that doesn't matter. We've decided to do it for him," the pair of psychopaths in front of me said, cackling together and sneering at me.

Suddenly I felt a harsh stinging sensation on my face. I gasped. I was in so much shock that I didn't even have time dodge a second slap that was coming my way. My face jerked to the left and as I got hit for the third time, helplessly tied up and holding back tears that were bubbling up to my eyes. I looked down, trying to protect myself, awaiting another blow.

"What the hell are you two doing to Daisy?!"

I emerged, looking for the voice that just spoke my name. Did my ears and eyes deceive me or is this real? I contemplated, thinking I was delirious. Raurke stood there in the doorway of the adjoining room to the one I was being battered in, looking tanned as his toned chest was revealed, for he was only wearing dark mesh shorts.

"We're teaching the nerd a lesson: to not slap you," one of the boys replied, looking pleased as he turned around and raised his palm to strike me for the fourth time. I turned to the side and winced, awaiting a slap that never came.

"Did I say for you to do this, Micah?" Raurke questioned the boy quietly, in a deep, dark voice. I peeked up and saw Raurke holding Micah's wrist in a relentless grip as he whispered calmly to him, radiating fury.

"Well, it was a favor..." Micah squeaked, looking a little green and nervous.

"No," Raurke said, face twisted in disgust as he conversed to Micah under his breath. Swiftly, Raurke pulled his muscular arm back and punched Micah squarely in the gut, causing the boy to topple over and groan, rolling up in a ball. Raurke then went and shoved the other accomplice roughly against the wall, holding him there with his forearm up aligned with the second one's throat.

Raurke then whispered murderously to him, "Whether a girl is a total bitch or a mass murderer, or even a terrorist, you do not hit her. Never hit a girl," he said letting his arm go. The boy then slumped to the ground, gasping as he caught his breath. Raurke spat on him, his autumn brown eyes flashing with rage. Raurke walked over to me, but turned quickly around, saying venomously, "Do you understand me?" The boys nodded their affirmation very hastily.

"Good. And Daisy?" My eyes widened as he spoke to me. "Don't open a damn door to people you don't know, especially in the middle of the night. It could've been something worse than these bastards.

"Come on, you should get some ice for that face of yours before it starts to bruise up. We don't want it to look uglier than it already is," Raurke said, pulling me up from the bed with a ghost of a smile on his face.

I hurriedly jogged out of the room, closely trailed by the still-shirtless Raurke. It's surprising how fast I exited that room, considering I was still bound up.

"You want that off?" Raurke inquired, laughing. His smile was different than before- it was a real one, not the fake or sneaky ones I had seen on him before. Obviously, I nodded yes to get the tape off my face and get myself unbound. He then took the edge of the tape, slowly and painfully pulled it off, though grasping my face gently. I have never experienceed such gentlness before. None the less it comeing from Raurke himself. As he pulled off the tape there was sonething I could not understand and that was his eyes. Just a few minutes ago his eyes were a burning autumn color. On the bus they were seductive. Now they showed consern and kindness. To be honst I looked at his body; I can't lie he was kind of cute at the time. Whoa whoa what am I thanking? This is Raurke, the Raurke. The emo delinquent-wanna-be-boy. I can't be thanking this. I tell myself it's the lack of sleep or that I'm still in shock. Raurke then reached around to his back pocket, with a soft grip on upper arm. Looking to see what he was doing, I saw he was pulling out a pocket knife. Shaken from the events that had just happened, seeing the blade made me yell, "Oh HELL NO!" and try to back up.

"God, Tempa, shh! You'll wake everyone up with that fat mouth. I'm not going to cut you, I'm going to cut the rope, idiot." Raurke said, exasperated and pulling me back to him. I closed my eyes for two reasons:

1.I was trusting Raurke with a knife to cut the rope insted of me.

2.I could feel his body heat emiting from him and he also smelt of soap. I'm guessing he had taken a shower. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

I was snaped back into focus when I felt that he was slowly wedged the spine of the knife between my pale skin and the tan rope, cutting it in within a few seconds. As he straightened up, he took a breath and looked at me right in the eyes.

"I really am sorry for those idiots..." he said softly. "They caused your face to look uglier than before." he promptly added. Forgetting the 'lesson' I had just learned, I slapped Raurke in the face for the second time in my life out of rage and anger. Still an ass hat, I thought crossly as I pursed my lips and turned to go back to my room. I felt something tighten around my wrist. I looked back and saw that Raurke was clutching it.

"What?" I demanded.

"Don't ever smack me again."

I rolled my eyes and said, "I'll do what I want," Quickly, he snagged both my wrists and spun me around, pinning me gently to the wall. I could feel he had gently pushed his body upon mine. he leaned into me a little his breth tickling my neck. My body then went up in flams for some odd reason unknown. I didn't even understand why.

Then he moved away looking me in the eyes he said playfuly,"If you tell anybody about tonight, they are as hell going to pay. So if I were you, I wouldn't dare tell a single soul, Tempa," With that he released me and went back to his room, the door still being ajar. I was left standing there with the most retarded, perplexed look on my face in the hallway of the hotel.

Raurke went all protective and defended me, I thought, walking slowly back to my hotel room to fetch ice. As I did so one thing was unclear and confusing was that my heart was about to burst any moment. what is this unknown feeling welding up inside myself?