The house was completely silent as Tim led me upstairs to his room. He didn't make any effort to be quiet as he slammed his door shut behind us. I looked around me as he took his shirt off and tossed it on a chair next to him. His room was lit up by the moonlight that flowed in from his window, there was a bed, next to it a small table, on it an ashtray, some papers and a knife, right next to the door was a closet and opposite it the chair where he had put his shirt, on the floor next to it was a record player, around it some records were scattered. His walls were completely empty except for a couple of fist sized holes. I noticed a book lying on his bed and went over to see what book it was; I was curios to know what kind of books Tim Shepard would read, I hadn't really thought he read at all. As I was about to grab the book Tim came up behind me his hands on my shoulders. I felt his hot breath against my neck as his hands wandered down my arms. I shuddered at the feeling of his warm strong hands on my body and as he kissed my neck I felt myself melting away.
All rational thoughts were gone from my mind as he was lying on top of me on the bed, his lips and tongue exploring my neck and shoulders, his arms under me around my waist, pressing his body against mine. As I felt his hands unbuttoning my blouse my confused mind wondered if this was such a good idea after all. I drew a shaky breath as his hands brushed against my breasts.
"What are you doing?" I whispered smiling, my voice hoarse. I felt too drunk to even care if it was a good idea or not, anyways it felt good and that was all that mattered for now.
"Whatever you want me to doll" Tim murmured against the nape of my neck. His breath against my skin when he spoke sent a shiver down my spine and I felt myself give in to the feeling of his hard body so close to mine.
I woke up from the sound of screaming and shouting and as I shifted in the bed I heard Tim mutter something under his breath next to me. I felt him sit up in the bed and as I turned around he had put on a pair of boxers and was heading out the door. I could locate the shouting as coming from downstairs but I couldn't make out what they were yelling, it was a male and a female arguing. I figured it was his parents. I heard Tim tramping down the stairs shouting;
"Will you shut the fuck up!" But it didn't help, the arguing only increased as Tim joined in the fight. I could make out the woman's voice as she started to yell in what sounded like Spanish.
"Shut up!" I heard Angela shout at the top of her lungs from just outside Tim's door, she must have been standing at the top of the stairs.
"Go back to bed Angie!" Tim screamed back at her over the sound of the other two's loud arguing. I heard Angela's sour cursing as she walked back to her room. Tim jumped back in the fight again and then I heard a dull throb and the man's laughing grimly. After a moment of silenceI heard Tim hissing something in a threatening voice. I sat up in bed and pulled the covers up around me as Tim walked in swearing under his breath, he slammed the door shut and walked over and sat down next to me. He was holding at his forehead and as he removed his hand a small trickle of blood ran down from the eyebrow he had cut open in the fight with Casey.
"Fuck" he said and wiped it off on his forearm. He leaned back against the wall, resting his arms on his legs.
"You ok?" I asked as I watched his bruised face in the darkness. He frowned, his lips in a grim smirk.
"Sleep" he said to me more a command then a request. I didn't think it was a good time to argue with him since he looked like he wanted to hurt someone, so I laid down in bed and he moved over to lie down next to me. I turned over to look at him; he was lying on his back an arm flung over his eyes. The moonlight cast shadows over his face, making his skin look darker. He looked like a real hood lying there, his face all black and blue, that scornful smirk on his lips, he looked grim and mean. As I watched him I began to think about what I was really doing in bed with a criminal like him, pictures of Darry as he yelled at me for getting a ride with him flied around in my head, what would he do to me when I got home tomorrow? I shuddered at the thought and suddenly I felt so tiered and hung-over, my head was throbbing and I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
I was half sleeping as I felt the sun stream in from the window, my head was hurting and I felt like digging myself a hole in the dark, cool ground and sleep it off there. I heard Tim sigh deeply behind my as he buried his head in my hair and pulled me to him, pulling the covers over us to keep the light out. His body was warm against my back, his chest so close that I could feel him breathing. I tried to stifle a giggle as his breath made my hair move slightly to tickle my ear. He groaned at the sound and rolled over to his back.
"It's late, you should get going" he said as he got out of bed. I felt my heart sink as I laid completely still, the covers still over my head. I heard him move around in the room as he got dressed. Then it was quiet for a while and I felt his intense stare on my back, he moved over to the bed and leaned over me.
"Come on, Darry'll kill you, not to mention me if you miss school" he said and pulled the covers from my face, I rolled over on my back and looked up at him. He was standing over me, an unlit cigarette in his mouth. The cut in his eyebrow was much deeper then it had looked yesterday, it would probably leave a scar I thought. He moved away and I sat up thinking about school as I pulled my clothes on. I had totally forgotten that it was a school day; I really didn't feel like school, my head felt like it was filled with cotton, cotton that kept pounding on my brain. When I was done dressing I looked up to find Tim studying me, he smirked smugly at me as his eyes met mine.
"Ready?" he asked as he opened the door for me to walk out. As we walked trough the living room Tim picked up an empty bottle that was lying on the floor and threw it across the room cursing under his breath, it smashed against the wall, small pieces flying in the air. Just when we were about to walk out the door a small voice called out;
"Timothy" Tim stiffened at the sound and turned around slowly. I turned too and came face to face with a small black haired woman. She looked exactly like Angela except for all her features being older and softer then Angela's. She moved closer to Tim not even giving me a glance. She reached her hand out to touch the cut in his eyebrow but he flinched away drawling something in Spanish at her, she answered and reached her hand out once more, a begging stroke to her voice. Tim glared at her and grabbing my arm he pushed me outside.
"Fuck off" he said to the woman as he slammed the door in her face. I heard her still calling out to him from the other side of the door as we walked over to his car.
I looked over at him as he was driving down the street, he's face was hard and his eyes watched the other cars coldly, when he noticed me looking at him he turned to me smiling slightly but his eyes remained cold.
"Your mom's Spanish?" I asked curiously. He chuckled softly saying;
"Puerto Rican" he slammed the brakes when a man walked out in the street in front of the car, he cursed him loudly, making gestures to show what he thought of him. As soon as the man had passed the car Tim stepped on the gas and we were of again.
Thanks for all the reviews! Sorry it took a little longer then normal to update this time, had some problems with Tim, I don't want to make him too soft. Hope you think I keep him in character. Anyway, Tack och hej!
