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The front door opens after I do not know how long

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The front door opens after I do not know how long. I am not entirely interested in who it is really. It is not like can focus anyways. I am too cold to be thinking about anything but going back home to my parents' home. Where Mom would be making me a cup of hot cocoa and Dad would be chopping up wood to build a fire in our furnace in the lounge. Then I would have my hot cocoa with some warm, fresh donuts that Dad would have baked for me.

The smell of a familiar cologne brings me back to reality when Nick goes down on his haunches to he meet my level. He watches me with concerned eyes and I feel glad that he finally came outside to look for me. It probably has not even been too long, but at least I know that he cares about me. I mean I surely hope he does. Honestly if I froze to death it would mean that he does not care about me at all and maybe Aspen's statement would  be proven accurate. That perhaps Nick has just been using me for things like these favors. And since he sort of got what he wanted, which in this case is getting his parents off his back, then he would leave me and run back to dearest Aspen.

"I am so sorry," is all that Nick says before he shrugs off his blazer and wraps it around my shoulders.

My lips quiver as I shiver in the cold. My vision is barely clear enough for me to see Nick's face and his body which soon fades into a silhouette. All I can see is the cotton snow that fills up on the whole front lawn as well as around my freezing body. I wonder to myself whether I will still be able to move after this. Or whether I would have a hard time. Maybe I would have a little bit of arthritis. God knows what our bodies are capable of. I feel  frozen and my body feels numb like I am going through some sleep paralysis. I still feel paralyzed and sense-less when Nick lifts my body up and takes me back inside the house.

There are calls for his name but he completely blocks his family out and carries on climbing up the stairs with me in his strong arms. In the farthest left room of the house he pushes the door open with his hip and walks us in. Once we are in a bedroom he sets me down on a fluffy, bouncy bed. He runs to close the door then switches the electric blanket for me after he opens the blankets for me. I know that I should not have agreed to go along with his stupid plan to become his fake girlfriend just for a couple of days until he confesses to them or we "break up." I am pretty sure, without a doubt, that his parents think that I am not good enough for him. They clearly want someone with Aspen's standards. Her beauty and status.

Nick leans, his breath smells like the wine he had gulped down not so long ago, and plants a feather kiss on my forehead. He takes some time to hold his head in his hands lookin very stressed out then calls for one of the maids to bring us some soup which I heard was supposed to be out main course meal. He slides into the warm blankets with me and rubs his hands up and down my arms to make me feel warmer but it is not like it helps. His crystal eyes brighten whilst he inches his face closer to mine.

“Autumn, why did you freeze yourself out there, angel?” he sounds more frustrated than he intends to be. I can see it in his eyes and even in the change of his voice when he whispers —— “You could have killed yourself.”

I do not answer him. One because I do not have the physically energy to utter out a word and two: I do not even know what to say to that. I cannot time the best words to explain why I stayed outside all the while knowing that it could possibly harm me dangerously or get me killed.

He lets out a light sigh as he softly strokes my cheeks, “What am I going to do with you?”

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