Chapter 2
I woke up the next day the sorest I think I've ever been. Mental note, don't get too drunk in one night. I was thankful for the comfy and fluffy covers and the warm body I was snuggling against-wait…what!? I opened my emerald green eyes and had to keep myself from screaming in shock. I was cuddling up nude with some guy I didn't even know! His arms were loosely around me, but I was afraid moving at all would wake him. He had yellowish blond hair, and a scar covering the left half of his face and part of his shoulder. Despite a certain wild beauty about him, he looked somewhat cruel, like a child who was spoiled and then had everything stripped away. In a way...he scared me.
He groaned and rolled over a bit, taking his right arm off of me and throwing it slightly over the edge of the clean white bed. I took the opportunity to scoot away carefully, eyeing the gun on the bedside table as if it would shoot me itself for moving. I searched the room for my clothes once I got out of the bed. My head was pounding and I didn't need to know why. I had just found them when I looked over to see the gun pointed at me. The boy raised his head and opened his eyes slowly; they were an amazing shade of teal blue. I backed into a corner carefully, holding my head low so as much of me was covered as possible by my hair. I gave an animal snarl and he grinned playfully, like a cat playing with its mouse.
"I see you've woken up." Well that could have been a little more obvious.
"Damn right I have! Now, who are you, and why am I here?!" I growled.
"I believe I'm the one with the gun. Mind telling me your name? Although, I could just let you go, I like to have at least a proper good-bye down." He told me, still smiling and pointing the gun at me.
"My name is…Rose Merriwether." I quickly lied, "I'm 17 years old."
"Well, then. I picked up quite a young lady, didn't I?" He said, laying down and twisting his head so that I saw it upside down. He lay the gun down as well, and grabbed a bar of chocolate, which he tore the wrapper off of with his teeth. He then licked the bar before snapping off a square and letting it melt inside his mouth. "My name is Mello, also 17. Pleased to meet you."
I stared in shock at him. He was…17 too? He seemed older, simply because he had basically kidnapped and had sex me, and then threatened me with a gun. Not to mention he just had the aura of someone who'd seen a lot more than the average American teenager. "I wish that I could say I was glad to meet you as well, but under these circumstances, I believe I would be glad if you were shot through the head." I told him and picked up my clothes. My purple top had been ripped; amazing considering it was made of cheap plastic. My skirt also looked like it was in no hurry to be worn again, the zipper had been busted and it was covered in dirt. Oh god, I what the hell had I done?
"I'll get you some new clothes." Mello told me, a smile still licking up from the corners of his lips as the snapped off more chocolate. He rose slowly, like a mannequin being raised from its neck. He walked over to a black dresser pressed against one of the brown walls, not seeming to care that he, too, was naked. Mello pulled out some tight looking leather pants and a leather vest from the top drawer, some masculine underwear, feminine underwear and a lacy pink bra from the second drawer, and a pair of jeans and a tight short sleeve t-shirt from the third drawer. He then tossed the un-ripped clothing onto the bed.
I snatched the bra, panties, jeans and the tee from the bed and pulled them on quickly. Oh, it felt so good to have clothes on again! It felt like the hazy morning spell had broken and I could finally be awake. I combed through my hair with my fingers and tried not to notice Mello pulling on the leather clothes he had gotten out minutes earlier.
"I guess that you would be opposed to giving me where you live so I could drive you home, Miss Rose?" Mello said in a way that was more an almost sarcastic statement than question.
"Damn right I won't!" I said, voice wavering, and made my way over to the door. Before I could grab the handle though, I heard a clicking noise and I turned to see Mello lying on the bed with the gun in his hand. How he had gotten there so fast, I didn't know, and didn't want to.
"I'm sorry, but I can't just let you leave. You might tell them where we are." He said calmly and somewhat playfully. Who it was he was talking about, I wasn't sure. I had a sickening feeling in my gut that told me he might be talking about the police.
"I won't tell…them where you are. Now let me get the hell out of here!" I lied as my voice started breaking up. My life had seriously gone down the drain. I was standing in a stranger's bed room most likely, where I had woken up after probably having consented sex. I had been super drunk, and I wouldn't put it past the bar I had been at to have laced my drinks and drugged me. My parents were already mad at me, so I couldn't go home, and even if I could, how would I tell them? What would I tell them? My ex-boyfriend was not an option; I was still way pissed at him. I didn't even have my phone with me, so I couldn't call any of my friends, who were out of town for summer by now.
"Maybe this is a bad time to tell you, but I cannot trust you, Rose. I don't even know your real name. You were probably lying just now as well." Mello said, his teal blue eyes piercing my own emerald green ones. He snapped off more chocolate, as he had been holding the bar in his mouth the entire time.
How did he know I was lying? I wondered to myself worriedly. Who is this creep? I suddenly broke down crying, for my world had been shattered. I fell onto the soft, carpeted floor and sobbed in huge heaves.
"I swear it's just like me to pick up a total fresh." Mello sighed, and snapped off more chocolate.
"I'm not a fucking whore!" I struggled to yell through my tears as I sat facing the wall, my legs pulled to me in a fetal position.
"Well then why the hell were you lying on the sidewalk next to the goddamn highway, drunk as hell, in fucking ho-clothes, singing to yourself about the beauty of the goddamn internet?" Mello asked in a demanding tone.
"I-I had a…really bad day." I mumbled between sobs.
"And what made this particular day so horrid that you decided to go and fuck up your life?" He asked, snapping off more chocolate.
"It's a long story. Now leave me alone!" I yelled at him.
"I've got time." He said calmly. I heard him set the gun on the table and walk over. Very faintly, I felt warmth coming from behind me, and he said softly, "Begin at the beginning, and then tell on until you come to the end, then stop."
