The Good, The Bad, and The Country

Fearing His Kiss

For the next two weeks, I was on edge, and I rarely left the Inn or even my room unless absolutely necessary. 

What Jason had said scared the shit out of me, and I was constantly looking over my shoulder.

It also didn't help that that stupid asshole, Foster, was at the Inn basically every day doing all sorts of different things. When he was there, I stayed locked up in my room, drawing.

I've always loved to draw. It just seemed to relax me, but I could never just draw some random thing I thought about, I had to have a picture and I can replicate it. I've been able to do that for as long as I can remember.  

I decided to head down to the kitchen for a glass of sweet tea, so I closed my sketch book, and stood up, walking downstairs to the empty kitchen.

Mr. and Mrs. Graham had left for a date night out at a restaurant in the next town over, and said they wouldn't be back for a few hours, so I was alone here at the Inn.

I walked into the kitchen and went over to the cabinet that contained the glasses. I sighed remembering that the glasses were on the highest damn shelf.

I hopped up on the counter on my knees, and grabbed a glass before starting to slide back down the countertop.

"What are you doing?" A voice said suddenly from behind me.

"AHHH!" I screamed, throwing the glass in the direction of the voice.

"Wow! Easy, Darlin', it's just me!" Foster said as he raised his hands up as he dodged the glass that crashed into the wall and shattered, narrowly missing his head.

"What is wrong with you?! Why would you sneak up on me like that?!" I yelled at him as my entire body shook.

What if it was him? What if it was Jason?

"Darlin'?"

Who knows what he would've done if it was him and not this asshole?

"Darlin'."

Who knows what he's capable of?

"Darlin'!"

Raping me? Killing me? Beating me?

"DARLIN'!" Foster shouted.

I jumped at his loud voice as he had startled me from my rampant thoughts.

"Huh? W-what?" I stated as my entire body trembled as I looked at him.

He frowned as he looked at me, face filled with worry as his eyes shined with concern.

"I didn't mean to spook you." He said as he began to walk closer and I felt myself panic, my eyes widening and my breath coming out in short, uneven pants.

"NO! Stay back! Don't get any closer!" I cried as I cowered up against the kitchen counter, trying to curl myself into a ball.

"Okay! Okay! I'm not moving! I'm staying still!" He said, throwing his hands up in the air again as he watched my eyes dart around the kitchen like I was a trapped animal stuck in a cage.

Right now, that's what I was feeling like. 

"What's wrong? Why are you so scared? Was it another snake?" He asked, concerned.

I just shook my head, unable to formulate a response.

"So, no snake. Okay. What's going on? I'm here for you. Just tell me what's wrong, let me help!" He pleaded with me, but I let out a bitter laugh at his words.

"Ha! HELP?! I don't want your supposed HELP! Why don't you go HELP that blonde chick? I'm sure she needs lots of it, and you're more than willing to HELP her whenever the urge strikes." I said, unable to contain my bitterness.

"Hey, now what's that supposed to mean?" He asked as he frowned at me. I could see a hint of anger and, maybe sadness, in his eyes as he looked at me.

"Nothing. It means nothing, so why don't you just get out of here, and stay the hell away from me. Go run to your little girlfriend since it's what you do best!" I, yet again, shouted at him as I edged my way out of the kitchen.

"She's NOT my girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend, and if I did, it sure as hell wouldn't be her!" He said as his eyes remained locked on me, watching every move I made.

"Sure." I snorted as I finally made it to the other side of the kitchen where I turned and began heading up to my room. 

"Where are you going, Darlin'?" He asked, making me stop in the middle of the stairs and turn to face him. He was stood at the bottom of the stairs, just standing there watching me intensely.

"To my room. Now leave, and don't come back!" I shouted down at him.

He chuckled at my words as he began to slowly climb the stairs. For every step he took towards me, I took two steps backwards up the stairs.

The moment my foot hit the top of the stairs at the second floor, I turned to rush off but was stopped almost immediately by his hand catching my wrist, and spinning me around to stumble into his rock solid chest.

I looked up at him as he looked down at me, his hand coming up to slowly caress my cheek.

"I can't do that, Darlin'. I can't just walk away from you." He said quietly, his breath hitting my lips as he spoke.

"And why the hell not?" I said in the same quiet tone.

"Because that girlfriend we were talking about earlier? I know who I want it to be." He said, still quietly, as he leaned in closer to me, his lips just barely grazing mine.

I was frozen as my eyes jumped from his lips, up to his eyes, and back again.

"Who?" I finally spoke, barely getting the word out.

"You."

And then he placed his lips on mine as we began to kiss one another slowly, but the passion was there, nonetheless.

He released my wrist to bring his hand up so that he was cradling my face in both hands as our kiss gradually heated up.

"What the fuck am I DOING?! I have to stop this because he's only playing with my emotions. He doesn't want me, he just wants another notch in his belt."

I thought as I jerked away from him as if he had burned me.

"Darlin'? Eloise, what's wrong?" Foster asked in concern.

I shook my head back and forth quickly as I backed away from him, struggling to keep from crying.

"No. No, I'm not doing that." I said quietly.

"Doing what, Darlin'?" He asked in confusion.

"Getting involved with you! You're just toying with me, and I'm not going to let you!" I shouted at him as I turned around and ran to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me as I crashed down to the floor, sobbing.