The first thing I noticed when I pried my eyes open the next morning was the soreness. I was on my stomach face down in pillows, my hair was astray and my body ached. Slowly, I sat up in an empty bed. My hand went to a throbbing head. My vision was blurry and I remembered that he tossed my glasses last night.

Quickly, I scrambled out of bed judging the distance to my closet fairly well because I found my short silk robe. I slipped the fabric on and tiptoed as best I could to the bathroom. The bright light burned my eyes and I looked at the mirror. I don't know why I was since I couldn't see a damn thing.

I turned on my heel and walked cautiously back into the bedroom. I found them underneath his pants. I returned to the mirror and gasped. My hair was a mess. Tendrils of curls stuck out at every which angle. My neck was covered in bruises-no, hickeys. They clustered towards my collar bone even trailed to my breasts. I lifted the right sleeve of the robe to find bruises on my wrists and forearms. The same with my left. Even my torso was riddled with dark purple bruises. I tentatively touched a sore spot on my abdomen and winced.

Great.

I groaned. He's probably not even here. I shut the bathroom door and turned on the shower. But first I brushed my teeth and unraveled my hair. Slipping from the cool fabric I stepped into the steaming shower a sigh of relief escaped my lips when the hot stream hit me. I did my usual ritual and got out stepping under the drying rack running a comb through my hair. I hummed a song and glided the comb through my drying curls.

Slipping on my robe I left the bathroom to clean my room. I ripped the sheets off the bed. Slid the pillows from there cases and rolled my comforter into a ball. I snatched up our clothing and shoved it into my dirty hamper along with the sheets and pillow cases. I dragged the hamper behind me as I walked down the hall, comforter in hand. I was glad I knew every inch of this place because I couldn't see where I was going. The comforter was so large and fluffy that it blocked half my view. I could see on my left just not my right.

I added extra fabric softener and detergent. The machine whirred to life and I made my way to the kitchen where I got the shock of my life. Besides last night...

Riddick was sitting in my kitchen at the island, on my stool in my dads pajama pants. He looked over his shoulder at me. His eyes were bright in the low light. I watched them rake over my body. The robe was a wrap around with a low neck and it stopped mid thigh. I suddenly felt insecure.

I slowly walked to the fridge.

"You're out of food," he told me as he chugged water. I turned to him confused I had bought a whole pizza last night. We never even touched it.

"I bought pizza last night,"

"Ate it,"

"All of it?"

He just looked at me raising an eyebrow.

"Ok, I can go to the store later today," I said to myself.

"Don't bother, I'm leaving when my clothes dry," he said getting up from the counter placing his cup in the sink. I watched his movements closely. They were quick and steady. When he turned his back to me at the sink I noticed the scratches on his back. A suttle blush crept up my face. The pajama pants hung low on his hips and I bit my lip.

A knock at my door startled me. Riddick snapped on his goggles and faded into the hall watching from the darkness as I opened the door. The air had a chill to it and I crossed my arms trying not to shudder.

My neighbor Mrs. Ripes stood before me with her dog Marty who had to be as old as her. Her thinning white hair was pulled back into a small tight bun. Her lips pulled into a toothy smile.

"Hi, , what, uh, what are you doing here?" I asked confused.

"I just wanted to give you this," She told me as she handed me a basket.

"Oh, thanks,"

"It has books and lotions. Also nice gadgets," she said winking.

I frowned,"Im sorry, but you lost me at lotions,"

"No need to be shy dear, Howard and I could hear you from down the street! A screamer,huh?"

I paled," Uhh, ha," I coughed.

Shit.

"Howard and I certainly enjoyed ourselves like I'm sure you did, the basket will help intensify things," She told me nonchalantly like talking about my sex life was normal. I think last night was intense enough!

"Uh, thank you, . You have a nice day," I told her as I began to shut the door.

"Oh, be sure to use the blue bottle first, it tingles-!" I cut her off shutting the door. I let out a shocked laugh and locked the door. I quickly chucked the basket I to the incinerator. I really didn't need those. I leaned my elbows against my cool counter and placed my hands in my palms.

"A screamer you are," Riddick shocked me when he spoke from behind me. I turned to see him in his clothes. My heart dropped not entirely because he had said he was leaving, but because I was going to be alone now.

"You heard that, of course you did. My neighbors crazy," I told him fidgeting with the hem of my robe.

"Where's the basket?" He asked gruffly.

"I incinerated it," I told him.

He just looked at me and laughed. It was a dry laugh. A laugh you use to make fun of somebody.

"What?"

"I just find you interesting," he told me.

"You and no one else, well you're leaving, right?" I asked,"try not to get killed," I told him turning back to the fridge pulling out some O.J. When I turned back around he was in front of me.

"Riddick?" But he didn't let me answer because he kissed me. Hard. My body reacted immediately. My back arched into him and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hand cupped my breast harshly and I moaned against him. His lips slid to my neck kissing the already tender flesh. Pinching it between his teeth I gasped. He pulled me into him his hands roaming to my ass. Then he braced my hip with one hand and kissed me senseless. In the back of my mind I was trying to figure out what he was going to do, but he slipped his fingers between my shaking legs. I almost crumbled against him. I moved against his hand in paced circles. My breathing was labored as I tried to control my moans for a few seconds so I could kiss him. Our lips locked briefly because then he slipped inside me and my mind fogged. He worked me hard. Expertly. Just as I felt the heat build up and I was ready his skilled fingers retreated and his lips left mine. My eyes fluttered open to see him smirk reaching for sanitizer and a napkin. I was leaning against the counter shocked and angry as I watched him cock his head to me before walking out. Slamming the front door behind him.

He left me.

Like this.

I gasped trying to calm my body. My legs were shaking and sticky. The tightness in my stomach subsided after a few moments.

Time for shower number two.


After what had happened earlier this morning I had showered and went shopping. I bought a lot of food. My kitchen was stocked to the brim. Satisfied I kicked off my boots and went to my bedroom. I was too lazy to make my bed so I had tossed the clean sheets, pillow cases and comforter onto my lounge chair. Now, that it was almost six at night I needed to make my bed.

I finished quickly ready to eat dinner. As I finished my soup and an old movie a breaking news alert flashed across my screen.

'This just in. New results in the murder case of Ron Watson just emerged after police received an anonymous letter. They say that the letter jeopardizes his daughter, Marie Watson, even further. As you know she killed him last spring her motive unknown. The police only say that they now have motive and probable cause for her arrest. Her bounty has also doubled. So, fellow citizens of Iptown if you see this woman,' An unflattering picture of me flashed across the screen,'Do not hesitate to call the police. This woman is very dangerous. I repeat contact the police-do not confront,'

The alert switched back to my movie and I just stared at the screen.

Shit, things just got worse.

I shut the tv off my mind going over what was said. What new information could they have? I didn't kill him. Someone was framing me. I mean Riddick only let me take the wrap so he could hunt me himself, but things didn't go as planned. So who else could possibly want me dead? Besides all the mercs ready to collect my head. They thought I was a threat. Me a five foot two hemophobic is wanted for the murder of my father and I'm considered dangerous! Oh, no they would never guess that Riddick could have done it. No, that would be too far of a stretch.

I checked every door and window. Shut and kicked every blind. I shut off all the lights and satisfied went to my room. I shed my clothes and put on a tank top and pajama pants. As I laid down and shut off my light a thought occurred to me.

If I wanted to clear my name I needed to know why Riddick killed my father. What could my father have possibly done to get his skull bashed in?

I needed to find Riddick.

That would be a feat on its own.

Worse, I needed him to tell me why.

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