He was gonna kill me. I screamed. No one came. He came closer. I was gonna die. Keith walked closer and closer. He didn't have a weapon, but he could kill me with anything. Closer and closer.
I knew the wound on his head was a weak spot. I reached over and grabbed a wrench. He stopped so suddenly. He widened his eyes and took a half step back.
I stepped closer to him. He put his hands up and started backing away. I ran at him and hit him with the wrench. His body crumpled to the ground. I had killed him.. He was dead...
But no... He was breathing... I was surprised by my obvious relief. I heaved his arm onto my shoulder and dragged him up the stairs. I laid him down on my couch and searched my cabinets for gauze and antibiotics.
I found the stuff and ran back to him. I had also found pain killers. Keith looked so innocent when he was asleep. I gently raised his head and put the pain killers in his mouth.
I poured a little bit of water down his throat and he swallowed involuntarily. The antibiotic was easier give him because it was liquid. As soon as the painkillers kicked in I cleaned the wound and wrapped his head in gauze.
Then I cleaned the blood off of his face. He had a handsome face. Keith's shirt was ruined. I realized that I had to get the shirt off of him or the blood on his shirt would harden and make his shirt stick to his chest.
I ran into my room and found one of my old boyfriends t-shirts. I ran back out. He was so peaceful. I lifted the bloodied shirt from his chest and gently slipped it over his head. I scared me when he winced slightly.
I went to the washing machine and put the shirt in. I looked over at him and saw that his chest had blood on it to. I felt my face redden as my eyes trailed his chest. My eyes traveled upwards to his face.
They came to a rest on his pink lips. I shook the thoughts out of my head. I walked over to him and started wiping the blood of his chest. Once his chest was clean I slipped the clean shirt over his head.
When the shirt past his eyes, I was startled to find that they where open. Next thing I knew, his hand was on my wrist, keeping me from jumping back. I knew he could see the fear in my eyes. His gripped actually loosened slightly
. I tried to slip away but he stood up and pinned me to the wall. He grinned madly as I squirmed to get away. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me off the wall. He quickly grabbed higher up on my arm before I could run.
I've never been so terrified. He pulled me to the couch. I knew he was gonna kill me. He sat on the couch and pulled me on top of him. His hazel eyes danced with an evil fire.
He put his hand on my face and gently rubbed his thumb over my cheek. I was shaking like a leaf from pure terror. His hand traveled behind my head.
I didn't notice he was pulling my face closer to his until my lips were touching his. I gasped and tensed, but quickly relaxed. My heart leaped in my chest as my hands traveled to his hair.
He had let go of my wrist. He had started out gentle, experimenting, but now the kiss was passionate and fierce. My eyes fluttered open as he pulled away, both of us gasping for breath.
He looked at me with a cocky smile and said "are you gonna try to run again?" I shook my head. He pulled my body closer to his and said. "thank you for fixing me up, even though I tried to kill you."
I just smiled and shut him up with another kiss. I grabbed the front if his shirt, smirked, and said "This is for you baby," and kissed him passionately. Love is strange. But there are stranger things.