Wild Rose (Short Story)

Chater 5

He entered my room without asking. I could smell the outside earth on his body and a hit of liquor on his breath. "Elisa," Augusta said tilting my face up to his.

"Yes?" I asked. My body was trembling all over. I don't what I wanted, but I knew he could give it to me.

"Elisa," he said again as his hands ran down my trembling body. I felt his mouth against my neck as his hands continued to explore my body.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"No," I lied. His hands found the bottom of my nightdress.

"You are just trembling from the cold?" he laughed low in his deep in his throat. He began to pull the dress slowly up my body as his hands caressed the sides of my breast. The dress fell the floor a crumbled mass of white.

I stood naked in from of him.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he said his eyes traveling over every inch of me drinking me in. He walked over to my bed and sat down. "Come here Elisa," he said.

I walk over uneasy by my lack of clothing compared to him. I stood a few inches away.

"Closer," he said.

Inched closer. Then his hands pulled me on him. His lips captured mine as he pressed my naked body against him. My trembling subsided in his sure embrace. I worked to pull his shirt off, and when our skin made contact he flipped me over so my back was against the bed. I looked up at his framed the background of my ceiling as be bent down to continue my journey out of childhood.

"How old are you?" I asked suddenly.

He chuckled, "Too old to for you my dear." His mouth explored my body. His hands lifted my hips up to his. A tear ran down my face when he entered me. He wiped away, "The worst is over my dear."

I closed my eyes and held onto his frim back as I let him take me places I had never been before.

We made love two more times that night in the summer heat. But when in awoke, I found myself alone. My bed now left cold and lonely without him in it. I turned over on my side and saw a single red rose on my nightstand. Under it was a note written in ink as red as the rose I held against my nose smelling its sweet perfume.

"Will you give me your loss and your sorrow? If I show you the roses will you follow?"

I laid back against the bed and pressed the letter to my lips.

That was the night I left childhood behind in favor of something more. It is strange how as children we spend all our time trying to act like adults. And then once we do reach adulthood, we spend all our time trying to recapture our childhood bliss. But as I laid in my childhood bed, now a woman, I think I resided, if only for a moment, somewhere between the two paradises.