Chapter 5 (Growing Aches)
He stood there with his back to me, blood dripping from his wrist to the shiv, and onto the floor. I was doing my best to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, but I think he heard my ragged breathing anyway, because he slowly turned to see me laying on the floor.
He looked at me for a second, determining what injuries I had sustained. "You ok?"
I nodded my head, but inside I was screaming, "Hell no!"
Riddick didn't seem to believe me, because he bent down and picked me up. For a moment, I felt like protesting, feeling like I was 12 year old Jack once again, but fought off the sensation, and focused on Riddick.
Now, I don't know if it was because I had just felt vulnerable just a minute ago, or because of all those 'teenage hormones,' or if Riddick is just so damn hot and he was finally 'holding' me, but thoughts began to enter my mind that would shame my father . . . .if he was a respectable gentleman that is.
Anyway, when he laid me on the hotel bed, I wrapped my arm around his neck to hold him in place. Confusion swam, briefly, across his face as he looked down at me. I smiled and tried to look seductive. "You wanna go for my sweet spot Riddick?"
I felt my heart drop when I saw his reaction. Horror, disgust, and a million other feelings that I knew rolled over him like a speeding car.
He quickly let go of me, and stood akwardly; holding out his arms from his sides like they had just burned me.
I continued to lay there, eyes wide, waiting for him to say something. To prompt him, I asked quietly, "Riddick?"
His eyes snapped back to the current situation, and when I saw anger and indignation settle across his features, I knew I had said the wrong thing.
All of a sudden, Riddick snatched me out of bad, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to the bathroom. I could hear the shower curtain being violently shoved to one side of the tub, and for an instant, thought maybe my words hadn't angered him. That he would make passionate love to me in the shower . . .but when he dropped me roughly in the tub, still fully clothed, I knew my hopes had been foolish. Damn it.
"You need to cool down." Riddick growled, trying to hold all emotion out of his voice. I opened my mouth to say something, but was stopped when he turned on the shower, spraying cold water all over me, drenching my hair in seconds.
I continued to sit there in utter shock as the curtain was drawn closed. By the time I gathered my wits about me, I was soaked to the bones. Movements slow, I turned off the shower and climbed out of my tub. Sighing, I opened the door and yelled, "Riddick, I'm sorry."
But there was no answer. The room was completely empty save for me and a dead body still spilling blood and soaking the carpet.
(A/N: I think there's one more chapter! I might actually finish! The encouragement from your reviews really helped me update! Thanx!)