Chapter 4 Sleeping?

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Hahaha! I loved reading your reviews for chapter 3! So many of you called me evil! Lol. I love you guys. Thanks for the laughs. Anyway, here's chapter 4.

Serenity

Serenity sighed and, trying to summon what strength remained within her, lifted up a large piece of wood that had fallen when the beam had collapsed. She had decided that while Malik, who was laying on his side facing the other way, slept the pain off (after much of his arguing and her coaxing) she would try to tidy the place up a bit. Just because they were forced to live together for a few days didn't mean they had to live in the filth. She started by dragging the larger beams that had fallen across the floor to a corner in the back of the room. It wasn't easy work. She was a small girl, and they were very heavy. Of course, she couldn't ask Malik to help, not with his shoulder. Plus, the odds that he would actually do it were slim to none.

As she dragged a particularly large piece across the floor, a rusty nail dug into the soft, tender flesh of the palm of her hand. She tried to shift it to a more comfortable position, but ended up dropping the whole thing. It crashed to the floor, making her jump. She glanced at Malik, who didn't stir. God . . . he could probably sleep through a hurricane.

Her head pounded like a drum. She was cold and exhausted. Her back ached, she felt alone and scared, and it seemed like the whole world was against her. They had been in the warehouse for hours. Looking up at the sky, she realized it was after dark. Joey had probably already tried to call. Every way she turned, misery surrounded her, closing her in, suffocating her. Finally, she gave in to the pain she was feeling and sank to her knees, sobbing.

Malik

Malik was brooding, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of him, listening to Serenity move the large pieces of wood. His jaw was clenched tight, trying to suppress his anger. What had happened? One minute, he had been completely cool, and the next . . . Serenity Wheeler was in his arms. He mentally groaned, not wanting her to know that he was awake. Not only would she be angry that he wasn't asleep, especially after the long lecture she'd given him about how he needed to rest so his arm could heal, but he also couldn't stand seeing her again, not after what had almost happened.

He had to give himself credit, though. He had made a good cover up. Usually, a shoulder injury wasn't something to be relieved about, but in this case it fit perfectly. If the wood hadn't struck him, he might not have snapped out of that bizarre trance he was in . . . and who knows what would've come out of that!

What had come over him at that moment? Serenity was . . . in her own way . . . attractive. Her eyes held a look of sheer innocence that he had seen so little in everyone else, and for some reason, he found it very alluring. She wasn't like all the other women he had met. And that . . . attracted him. But still, she was just a girl, and no woman had ever had that effect on him. When she had fallen into him arms, her face just inches away from his, it had taken all of his will power to keep himself under control. The sparks were instantaneous. It was nothing like anything he'd ever experienced.

It was scary how right she felt in his arms. How her arms went around his neck, and their faces grew closer. He had never been close to any woman before, and he didn't plan on starting now. Especially not with little miss Serenity Wheeler.

And then...there was when she touched his back. She traced her fingers over his scars, sending Goosbumps spiraling up his arms. At that moment, he would've given anything to touch her in the same way, to take her back in his arms and press his lips against hers, explore her mouth with his tongue . . . but instead, he snapped viciously at the poor girl. It wasn't her fault that he could hardly control his . . . er . . . urges.

"Malik . . . " he thought to himself. "You're an idiot."

There was a sudden crash behind him. He flinched, but didn't move so much that Serenity was able to notice that he was still awake. As he waited for his heart to slow down, he could hear her crying, and a pang of guilt struck through him. She had tended to his wound. She was young and selfless, why did she deserve this?

"Serenity," he turned over and stood up. Tears were streaking her face, and she looked away, embarrassed. He walked over to her and knelt next to where she was sitting. "Come on, don't cry." He whispered, wiping one of her tears away. She sniffled, and he put his arm around her.

"It's so cold, Malik . . . " She said, laying her head against his shoulder. "Why did this have to happen?"

"I don't know, but we can pull through this. We'll find a way out." He put both his arms around her in an embrace and stroked her hair absently. "Don't worry, Serenity . . . everything will be okay." He spoke softly. "everything will be okay..."

Okay, I KNOW!!! It's short, so sue me! Grr! This was supposed to be a comedy, but now it's turning all dramatic on me! I'll try to make the next chapter more comical, but don't get your hopes up. I'm a better drama writer than a comedy writer. And yes, Malik is starting to have trouble controlling himself. Laugh gleefullyas he attempts to hide his sexual desires from Serenity. (Muahahahaha) K, and with that said, REVIEW!