-1Thirteen didn't go into work the next day. She wasn't really afraid of facing House, she was afraid he'd be afraid to face her. It scared her a little.
She had a headache from the pill she had taken the night before.
It was pouring outside but somehow sunlight managed to pour into her bedroom.
It was ten thirty in the morning.
It was way too late to say she got caught by a train.
She was alone with her thoughts all day. It was even more frightening than House.
She put her feet to her cold wooden floor.
She was angry.
She hated the drugs. She hated who she was. She just wanted to be loved she concluded, although she'd never admit it, even aloud to herself.
Three bangs.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
It was the same bang at the door from the night before.
She sighed long and stood up.
She opened the door cautiously and there he stood.
Her boss.
"I wasn't that bad of a kisser, was I?" he quipped.
She just looked at him almost desperately. Desperate was an emotion. Thirteen didn't like emotions. She set her head down and looked at their feet. House's Nike trainers.
"You could have come to work today, I wasn't going to say anything to anyone."
She felt the tears coming. She felt herself crumbling. She couldn't handle it.
She looked up, finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
Her eyes dripping.
It took House off guard.
"Remy," he said softly.
She jerked her head to him quickly.
"Did you just call me by my first name?"
He leaned in and kissed her.
She pulled back. "You're my-my boss, I,"
"Oh, please, when do you care who you're sleeping with?"
Their mouths locked and she helped House pull his coat off. Their eyes caught. She was very careful to walk cautiously for House's limp.
She guided him to her bed.
He began to kiss her neck. She felt her whole body tingle.
"House," she said.
He ignored her.
"I don't want this to be like the others. I couldn't,"
They fell back on the bed.
"Fuck," she said.
"Well, if you insist," House spat.
She couldn't help but smile.
"She threw her tank top to the side of her bed. House's shirt fell somewhere on the other side.
House took his hands and slid her shorts down her slender legs. He left his firm hand on her thigh.
She couldn't be close enough to him. She held onto his back.
She kicked her underwear off.
Before she knew it, House was inside of her, thrusting.
She didn't need drugs to make this good.
With every thrust her worries faded.
Out of breath, House laid next to her.
She ran her fingers through his hair.
His phone began to ring.
She grabbed it off of her nightstand and handed it to him.
He flipped it open, "I'm a little preoccupied right now, if you could take a number and get in back of the line it would be appreciated,"
He smiled at Thirteen who inevitably smiled back. "What do you mean where did I go? I told you I was going to Subway, you know they sell foot longs for five dollars?"
Thirteen looked at House. She didn't know if everything would work out. Or if anything would change, but at that moment, she didn't worry about it. She just wanted him to hold her tighter.
