Captivated

Women

The odor of the room smelled of sweat and sex. The wooden floor boards moaned from my weight as I searched for my clothes. My pants lay at the east side of the darkened bedroom. I pulled them on, ignoring the fact that I had lost my boxers. I slipped on my socks and shoes, leaving me on the search for my shirt. My eyes lay on the woman who was curled in the sheets. Surely enough, my darkened navy shirt was clenched to the top half of her body. I sighed, why did women do this?

My feet hit the hardwood in a cacophony. I anticipated waking her up before I actually reached her. I failed, so I ended up shaking her. She stirred in her sleep, but not before long I was welcomed by bright blue eyes. "Ray?" Her voice was sugar coated just like any cheerleaders' should be.

"I need my shirt." Her face turned disappointed. Did she really expect me to give it to her?

"Oh, I was thinking I could wash it and give it to you tomorrow night." The thick honey in her voice almost enhanced my ego. Blond hair tousled her head, and red lipstick was smeared across her lips. Mascara was smeared around her eyes causing her to look like a raccoon, a sexy raccoon.

"No, I don't need you to do that." She pouted, causing me to lose patience. "Listen to me, no one wears my shirts. Nothing makes you so special."

She looked like I just slapped her. Good, she needed to learn how I worked. She pulled the shirt off, wrapping the thin bed sheets around her. "Will you still come by tomorrow night?" I turned toward the door. So close yet so far away, I hated when they asked questions.

With my hand on the smooth metal knob I turned towards her. What was her name again? "No." I left, shutting the door a little too hard behind me. Luckily her bedroom was right beside the back door. The winter air whipped my chest as my shoes sunk into the snow. I cursed pulling my shirt over my head. It smelled like her, women are such evil beings. They're beautiful and astonishing, yet they're poison that drugs your mind. A drug you just get addicted to.

My hands clinched my car keys. My eyes blurred through the snow. My feet strangled the resistance to walk. My teeth chattered, as I unlocked the door to my mustang. The car roared to life with a simple twist. Heat poured out of the vents and I shuttered with relief. I pulled the car onto the icy road and began the drive back to my house. Music filled the car, a thick and heavy beat of rock.

I turned onto a back road, which was surrounded by a thick bundle of trees. My head lights shined to a dark blur walking the road. I glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning. I drove closer to the figure, it turned toward me. I then noticed it was a woman. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold, and black curls hung out of her jacket. Why is she walking at two in the morning? She stopped moving when I slowed the car. Was she drunk? Did she just walk out of a party? I rolled the window down, causing a gust of bitter wind to fly in the car.

"What are you doing?" I yelled but the wind masked out my voice.

She approached the car mildly, opening the door and climbing in like she already knew me. Her face was pale, and tears stained her face. She must have broken up with her boyfriend and walked out in the middle of the night. "Can you take me home?" Her voice was strain and calm. Not sweet like the other women I've been with, but edged.

"Why did you just climb into my car? I could kidnap and rape you." Was she afraid? Why is she so calm?

She looked at me hard. I gasped; her eyes were a dark violet. Maybe she wore those color contacts? I couldn't stop staring at them. It was like venom from a snake, but also so beautiful. Ha! That's not a term I use a lot to describe a specific person. The look though was heartbreaking. Snow flakes were starting to melt on her cheeks, and her hair was damp causing her curls to fall. She didn't look drunk to me.