Him And I

I Love You Alice

 He smiles at me and walks forward.

 I know nothing about this man, but I know that I don't want him near me. I kick my legs from out under the white comforter as I start to stand up. He's faster than me though and he grabs my forearms, leaning his body over mine to prevent me from moving. I look down and try to lean back. His eyes are the color of a blizzard; a bright piercing grayish blue. The intensity of them scare me, it feels like they're penetrating me.

 He leaned in close enough to me to the point that his lips are grazing my ears. The contact makes me shiver. He smells like fresh peppermint straight from the plant itself. 

 "You have no idea how much I've been expecting you," he whispered.

 I start to think about my mother sick in bed at home, the fact that I'm struggling to keep us both afloat, and the promise that I made to my grandmother, and I suddenly feel a surge of anger.

 Who the hell did he think he was? I had a life and there was another life out there that was depended on me,  I couldn't be here. How the fuck did people like him get off on the fact that they could just scoop up other people out their lives and just get away with it. 

 "Get the hell off of me," I yell while squirming around to try and shake him off of me. 

 I see white. When his hand collides with my face, the impact is so hard that for a second all that I see is white. My whole left cheek feels like it's on fire. It burns so bad that tears began to leak out my eyes. 

 "Don't you dare raise your tone with me," he yells back at me furiously.

 Then his eyes light up and a sweet smile turns his lips up.

 "Please let me go," I cry as tears leak down my cheeks. It burns as the salty liquid slides slowly over my bruised cheek.

 "I can't darling."

 He lifts his index finger to my cheek and traces over the spot where he hit me. My face stings from the contact. I let out a quiet hiss, as I bite my lip in an attempt to quench the pain. Then he slides his finger over one of my tears and captures it. He looks down at it, as if he is analyzing it. His brows scrunch up like a toddler discovering a new toy. Then he brings his finger up to his face and rubs my tear on his cheek and looks back at me. 

 As he smiles down at me, I feel an overwhelming sense of fear. Whoever this man was, I wasn't really sure if he was stable. The way he looked at me and how his moods snapped back and forth scared me. I needed to get out of here.

 I flinch back in surprise as he runs his finger over my arms. He looks down at me one more time, then he begins to get up.

 As soon as he turns his back to me, I scramble across the other side of the bed and make a beeline for the door. As my hand grazes the door knob, he grabs me from behind.

 "Let me GO!," I scream as he lifts me off the floor. I go wild as I start kicking and screaming, scratching at anything that I can get ahold of. My arms flail around madly as I desperately try to get him to drop me.

 I hear him grunt from the physical effort of restraining me, but soon he drops me back on the bed. I land on my back and as I'm about to scramble away again, he puts his body on top of mine, using his weight to hold me down.

 Finally looking at me, he grabs ahold of my face gripping it hard. His fingernails dug into my bruised cheek and I screamed as a lone tear slips down my face. 

 "I will hurt you if I have to," he snarls at me, his face clouded with fury. 

 I can literally feel my heart as it hits my rib cage; hard and fast. Maybe the fear along will shock me into a heart attack.

 He closes his mouth and leans in close to my face. I swear my heart is so loud, I'm surprised that he can't hear it. Or maybe he does. Maybe he just isn't saying anything.

 He runs his sharp angular nose along mine inhaling me. Then he brings his lips to my ear softly kissing it. 

 He reaches behind him and runs something cold and hard along my bruised cheek. I wince in pain. He brings it into my eyesight and I see that it's a silver key. 

 "I'll be back later, I have some business to attend to," he says as he gets up and heads for the door. 

 He walks out of the room, then leans his head around the door. 

 "Don't try getting out," he sings, " Because if you do I will find you," he says as he holds the key up. A bright, blinding smile has once again lit up his face, showcasing his pearly white teeth and putting his milky cheekbones on display.

 "And kill you," he adds sternly, as his face contorts into a dark souless void. His eyes become dark and empty and his beautiful cheek bones that once seemed sexy and inviting make his face look hardened and intimidating. 

 I could feel the blood leave my face. I didn't have to ask myself if he was capable of doing that. His face along with his quickly hardened demeanor look like they would more than readily kill me. 

 He closes the door behind him and I hear it click as it locks. 

 The room became silent as I listened to his retreating foot steps. 

 I bring my hand up to my bruised cheek in shock. I hear a sound from the right corner of the room, and I jump as I see a little black kitten with white feet hidden from view by a house plant. 

 I get up gingerly and walk over to the small kitten and hold my hands out. The little kitten readily hops into my arms and I cradle it to my chest. 

 I look down as I feel something scratch my arm. There is a small white piece of paper wrapped around a string on the kitten's paw. Adjusting it, I see that it's a small note. It reads, "From Alex to Alice. Just a little homecoming gift. I love you."

 The kitten purred, as it snuggled it's head into my stomach. 

 I look up at the ceiling as fresh tears begin to pour down my face.