A Rose In The Wild

19- Just Sleep Rosa (Rose's POV)

"A bit help here Rose," he demanded.

"No I am not going to draw the whole thing for you," I said back without looking up.

"How do you know I am asking you to draw the whole thing, you are not even looking," he whined.

"I know because Ethan you have been throwing those tiny paper balls at me the whole time," I said concentrating on my portrait of little Ethan which I was making from an old photograph.

"Rose come on you know I will never be able to draw anything worthy for the project. And you promised me help."

"No, I said maybe I will help you if you took me to Starbucks. You never even got near the shop, you got distracted by that arcade and just pulled a one-eighty on me, I didn't even notice you were gone till I was inside the shop."

"Is that what this is about. Come on you know I can't give in stick figures for this project."

I woke up with a start. And looked around my surroundings. It was pitch black.

Weird

I never slept without my night lights off. I stretched my hand to my bedside table but there was no table here.

Why the fuck does my pillow seem so soft.

What the actual fuck.

I stretched my hand to the other side in hopes of finding some light or something.
I yelped back when my hand touched something alive. It was breathing. I took the first thing my hand touched and started hitting whatever that was with it repeatedly. The thing groaned.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ash's voice questioned.

What the hell.

Then the pillow which I had used for my hitting purposes was yanked out of my hand and two hands took hold of my shoulders and pinned me down on the bed.

My eyes had started to adjust a little and I could see his eyes in the darkness. He was completely holding me down with his weight.

"Why are you trying to use a pillow to send me to my early death?" he questioned.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I questioned ignoring his question.

"Hmm, interesting! So this is your house now, huh."

"What are you talking about?"

He was suddenly off of me. And a second later the room flooded with light. Ash stood there near the switch, wearing nothing but sweatpants.

'Surprise surprise slowpoke, not your room.'

Dunkers mocked me.

I gasped audibly as the last events came back to me before I had passed out in Ness' closet.

"Ooo so the princess remembers what happened." he crossed the room and climbed the bed just from my front and soon was over me, his arms trapping me in the middle as he looked down at me.

He would have basically been on top of me if he wasn't supporting all his weight on his arms, strong arms that were closing any possible escape roots.

"What time is it?" I asked looking away from his intense green eyes.

"About 12:50 in the morning."

I gasped again and abruptly tried sitting up but our foreheads collided and I fell back on the bed and this time Ash really was on top of me.

He quickly moved to the other side of the bed.