Hope's P.O.V
The next few days went by uneventfully. It was the same boring routine everyday.
This morning was different though. It would be the day I would never forget.
It would be the memory that "In ten years I would laugh at".
I awoke with my head spinning. I was sweating. It wasn't because of a bad dream, but out of nervousness.
Last night, while Erik was away with what he called "personal business". I was so bored. I felt as if nothing could have entertained me.
Until an idea popped up in my brain.
I did something crazy, and very, very childish.
I drew on his paintings. Well, they were just sketches.
I only drew on two, and they were of the same girl.
Now that I think of it, all the drawings had the same girl in it.
I know it was stupid, and could possibly get me back on the streets, but man was it fun.
I then got of the couch and screeched.
Deciding to go through my luggage, to unpack.
I didn't know how long I was staying, but it seemed like a good idea.
Sadly, that idea was ruined, for there was no where to put clothes.
I sighed heavily.
Well since my clothes are already out. I guess I should get changed.
After what seemed like forever of searching, I finally found a decent pair of tight jeans and my warm red sweater.
Taking of my over-sized shirt, and slipping of my sweat pants.
I only had a black bra on and red boxers on.
I absolutely hated thongs, barely even liked regular chick under-wear.
Swiftly, I turned around.
There, standing in the door way was no other then Erik.
His face a bright a red, and his pale blue eyes hit me like daggers. So cold, so harsh.
I noticed that he was holding his sketches that I drew on.
"Hope" He said sending chills down my spine.
His eyes then went wide. I believe he took in that I was half naked.
Looking down, he was defiantly staring at my boobs.
Sick pervert!
"Oh dear god!" Erik yelled as he covered his eyes with his hands.
I was glad that he did so because I didn't not want him to see my blushing face.
I didn't want him to see me vulnerable.
"Um, erm...I'm gonna change"
He didn't say anything.
"You better not peek, or else, your ass is mine" I said playfully, trying to clear the tension
"I beg your pardon?"
Oh crap I just sweared
"Your dairyer is mine" I said trying to sound french.
I was finally changed.
"Erik, you can open your eyes. I'm done changing."
"Are you sure"
"Don't you trust me?"
"Not really"
"Your so kind" I said sarcastically
Finally, he took his hands off his eyes.
It was a moment of pure and gorgeous silence.
His eyes then went from blank, to a look of hate.
"Hope, what is the meaning of this?" He asked
"Um what do you mean?" I said trying to play dumb
"You know what I mean"
"No, what do you mean"
Please fall for it, fall for it
"The drawings"
"What drawings"
Still keeping up my game.
He then unwrinkled the drawings in his palm, and held it up to my face.
"These drawings"He said
"Oh, those, well" I couldn't finish my sentence for I bursted out in laughter.
"Haahhhhhahhahah"
"Yo-u...You find this funny"
I couldn't answer because I was laughing so very hard. I just nodded.
"How dare you!" He screamed.
My laughter immediately stopped, and I felt my whole body tense up.
"Do you have any respect for property? Do you know how long these took me?
Hmmm! Do you!"
He was scaring me, but I refused to show any sign of it.
I didn't speak.
"Answer me!"
"Erik, please calm down"
"Don't tell me to calm down!"
"Hope, you are the most disrespectful, childish, immature, woman I have ever met"
He did not just insult me.
I acted on my impulse and slapped him across the face.
"How dare I Erik? How dare you?"
"You just slapped me?"
"Yes I did" I said
He just stared at me as if I were walking on water.
"You are the strangest person I have ever met"
"Same to you"
"Why do you wear those clothes?"He asked harshly
"Why do wear that mask?" I said smirking
He didn't answer, and looked at his feet.
"Look, Erik, I'm sorry."
He looked up.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have slapped you, or draw on your art."
"I'm sorry" He said. Those words coming out of his mouth were so unnatural.
"For what?"
"For insulting you, and walking in on you while you were changing"
"For god's sake, that was an accident. There is nothing to forgive."
"My anger can sweep over sometimes, and I'm very dangerous when it does"
Great, he has anger issues.
"We all have are problems"
"Well, I best be off"
"Bye" I said.
He then walked off, and out of the room.
What to do? What to do?
I decided to explore more of the house, maybe even make Erik happy by cleaning up the house.
I didn't know what to think of the dude.
He was handsome, intelligent, talented, and seemed to be compassionate.
Yet, he was still selfish, anti-social, he had anger issues, and he is not very nice.
Then why are you attracted to him?
I didn't say that!
Well, I guess I have to admit he is a rather attractive man, even being a few years older then I.
Erik's P.O.V
Thoughts were swirling in my head. Most of them were of Hope.
I didn't like her one bit.
Then why is she staying in your home?
Because I want her to.
Because you like her
What's there to like?
What's there not to like?
...
Curves, hazel eyes, curly brown hair, quick witted. You want her.
Your sick
I'm you
No your not!
Of corse I am, admit it your at least attracted to the girl
Fine, she's pretty! So what! Meg is pretty too and your not telling me to seduce her.
Thats because you don't want her.
I hit my hand on the wall. As I screamed.
I was a monster. Hearing voices in my head.
Some people think it's my face that makes me a demon, but no it is my mind, sick and twisted.
I don't want Hope, she's just another girl.
I kept repeating those words in my head.
I then started to cry. A solitary tear ran down my cheek.
Your a monster phantom, an animal, you don't deserve happiness.
These were the only words that I actually agreed with.
