Rainbow Eyes

Twelve

Twelve

My heart was beating faster the closer I got to the house. Something was up. I didn’t know what, or how I knew. The thoughts in my head were telling me to hurry up. And that was exactly what I was going to do. Picking up speed, I ran towards my house, not in the least bit surprised when the doorknob was easy to turn.

Something was definitely up. I tiptoed inside, somebody’s inside my house. I knew for sure Leslie, Lloyd and Lena wouldn’t be home until later and they wouldn’t leave the house unlocked. I closed the door behind me and flipped the latch. I crept towards the kitchen, keeping all of my senses open for any sound; any movement within the house.

I felt braver now than ever. First stop, the service area behind the kitchen. I flipped on the lights and took a moment to look around. Nothing seemed off here. I found a broom and clutched it close. I walked through the living room, checking around for anything missing.

It wasn’t a break-in that was for sure. The windows were fine, the door was alright. Nothing was out of place. I walked up the stairs, checked the rooms and released a sigh of relief. I ran a hand through my hair, maybe I am just paranoid. I opened the door to my room; standing beside my bed was someone who sent my heart leaping.

He raised an eyebrow, “You were going to hit me with a broom?”

I gripped it tighter, “What are you doing here?”

With mock fear and absolute amusement, he raised his hands to his sides, “Drop the weapon, please”

He finds this funny? “Get out” Now.

“Or what?”

“I’ll hit you”

He laughed.

“And I’ll call the police”

“Be sure to tell them a devil broke into your house, without a struggle and ended up in your bedroom kissing the hell out of you, alright?”

I narrowed my eyes on him. I held the curse I was about to say on the tip of my tongue. It wouldn’t do me good right now. I raised the broom, swung. He ducked out of my attack, snatched it away from me, dropping it onto the floor. His hands wound around my waist, his lips hungrily clamped down on mine.

“Let go of me” I wrenched my lips from his, refusing the desire to pull him down onto my bed. I struggled in his iron-like grip.

“You want this,” he said confidently, “you want me”

“Go back to hell!” I shouted, pushing at his chest with all of the energy I had in me. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I remembered everything he said to me. “I only wanted your virginity. I got it, so you can go” the words haunted me. It followed me, echoed all around my head.

“Don’t struggle” he instructed

“Don’t touch me!” I kept stabbing the heel of my hand at his chest, hoping he felt it. Hoping he could feel how much he hurt me.