Shattered

Chapter 4

“Destin…what’s wrong…”I opened my eyes and Chris was leaning over me.

“Bad dream. “I mummured.

“Yea. I can see that...”he said with a bit of a worried face.

“Look my parents are out of town this week…I called your mom at the hospital and told her you were staying with me while she was in the hospital.

She said to tell you to remember to eat a lot of meat. Kind of a weird thing to tell your daughter but I suppose they have her on some serious medications.” He said with a chuckle... and held out his hand.

I stood up and was eye level with his chest and could smell his cologne. I smirked and tried to fix my hair. He looked down at me and kissed me. I could feel a swirl of emotions every one of them was normal except for a very weird pulsing in my head. I just put it off as my hormones raging and pulled him closer. 

We pulled away and he gave me a shy grin. “Well that was unexpected.” I said awkwardly and followed him into the kitchen. “What do you want to eat sweetheart.” he asked quietly.

“Anything will do except for liver and pigs testicles.” I said swiftly without thinking. He looked at me like I had said the word BOMB on an airplane.

“What?”I said stupidly.

“Nothin, nevermind. How does a peanut butter and jelly sandwich sound?”

He questioned. “good to me.” I said as I went towards the fridge. “Nope sit down darling.” He said pointing towards the table.

“What. No you have done too much already.” I said trying to move past him but he blocked my way so I just went and sat down.

While he made my sandwich I noticed how cute his kitchen was, country but with class. It was intriguing how it was put together, an intriguing home for an intriguing guy I guess. I sat at the table and played with my phone praying my mom would call so I could go home and things would go back to normal.

Besides I really want to know if what she was talking about at the hospital has any speck of truth in it. I mean hell yea it would be cool as fuck if I was a blood sucker. I highly doubt it though. The only special thing about me is that I hear a weird voice all the time. 

I’m starting to think I might have that personality disorder. What is it called? Oh skitsophrenia.

Yea well let’s not tell Chris that though, don’t want to scare off the only guy interested in me. He brought my sandwich over to me on a nice clean plate, and licked some peanut butter off his finger.

I smiled at him and chomped down. Oh my god it is so good. I didn’t realize I was even hungry. “Damn. When is the last time you ate?”He asked his mouth open in awe at my voracious appetite.

“I uh. Don’t remember to be completely honest.” I said between bites. I finished my plate and rinsed it off in the sink. “Let me show you were you are sleeping Destin.” Christopher spoke softly. I followed him up his creamy white stairs.

As we walked down the hallway I couldn’t help but notice all the pictures that lined the wall, they must be of his family. Now that I think of it, my mom hardly has any pictures of anyone except for her and me. I shook these thoughts from my head and continued onward towards my spot for the night.

He came to a stop in front of a rose colored door and pushed it open. I walked into this simple yet elegant room.

I looked around for a second and my eyes stopped and stared at this enormous bed. It had a lace overhang, with a rose colored bedspread with matching pillows. I heard a laugh “You look as if you have never seen a bed before Destin.”Chris said with a snort. “I uh...Well never mind.”I said with a shuffle of my feet. I looked down at my feet, and waited for him to say something.

“Well I’m going to bed.” Chris said with a shut of the door. I walked over to the bed stripped down to my panties and shirt, and crawled under the covers and went to sleep.

I woke up probably around 10 in the morning to the sound of dishes clattering. I threw on some sweats and a tshirt and ventured downstairs to the kitchen.

“Destin….” I heard that voice whisper again…. I shuddered and walked into the kitchen. I sat down at the counter, and let my thoughts wander. Who is this voice that keeps haunting me and why does it sound so familiar?!

“I’m the one who will either save you or kill you.” That voice answered simply.

“What?!” I said out loud not realizing Chris had just walked into the kitchen, and that he was staring at me like I had lost my mind. “

Do I need to give you …and well …yourself a minute alone?” he said with a bit of a laugh as he walked over to me and kissed my forehead. “

Oh I …uh …well sometimes I talk to myself.” I muttered obviously embarrassed out of my mind.

“Are you sure you are okay?”Chris asked suddenly

“I will be as long as my mom is okay” I said with a faint smile.

“Alrighty darling” Chris said sweetly. I stood up, looked him over.

“Well I gotta go to the hospital to check on her.” I walked past him and accidentally brushed his shoulder with my own.

“Destin wait… Do you want me to come with?” He questioned. I turned around and looked him dead in the eye.

“No. I just want to be left alone.” I hurriedly went into the bathroom, grabbed my clothes, and my toothbrush, and threw them into my knapsack.

I opened the window and jumped down. I landed and ran as fast as I could.