AUTHOR'S NOTES: Wow, you guys, I am so bewildered at the amazing reviews! I got a new Johnny Depp poster and I'm gonna see Secret Window again on Friday with my best friend, so I am ready to write. Once again, thank you so much, and please continue to review!
I noticed the smile slip from his face and slowly gap, as if deciding what to do. I noticed that I had done the same and I quickly stole a glance at his lips. Suddenly, I got the urge to grab his head and run my fingers through his hair, kissing him with as much passion as I had. I caught his eye for a moment and we slowly leaned in...
Ring! Ring!
The two of us sighed and broke apart, a heavy blush staining my cheeks. I heard him mumble on the phone, something about being somewhere sometime next week or whatever. I was pretty sure it didn't involve me, so I grabbed left-over cleaning stuff and put them away.
Rainey walked into the kitchen, dusting himself off. His eyes met mine and said, "That was a member of the New Years' Writers' of the Century Ball committee thingie-or-other." I smiled. "Just wanted to make sure I was going."
"Got it," I said.
The day slowly passed with a quick lunch and a silent dinner. We didn't talk much; he was writing and I was listening to the radio. I decided to explore the house a bit more intimately, and stumbled upon a bookshelf full of Rainey's works. Picking up one, I decided to read it... to see what kind of stories he read...
... and I realized that he was one of the best damn authors I had ever heard of.
Night lit up the sky with her stars and her moon, making it inescapably hard for me to read in my room. Rainey was already sleeping, and deciding to turn in myself, I turned off the light and put the book on the table. Crawling under the covers and laying my head down on the pillow, sleep overtook me.
A knock on Rainey's door made me wake from my serene slumber. Quirking an eyebrow, since nobody ever visited the man, I glanced through the peep-hole and almost fell back... it was my father.
As though he knew I was looking at him, he smiled slyly and pounded on the door.
"Who is it Madison?" Rainey asked right from behind me. Startled, I jumped a bit.
"My father," I said lowly.
I saw a flicker of anger in his eyes, and his eyebrows rose. "What does he want?"
I shrugged. "I dunno... but I'm sure it's not good."
Suddenly, the knob on the door turned, and despite the fact that it was locked, the door sprung open.
My jaw dropped and I noticed a little pistol in his right hand. Rainey seemed to have seen it too, because he gently grabbed my forearm and pulled me behind him. He tried shutting the door, but my father's obese physique blocked it. He began to laugh and stuck out his right hand and pulled the trigger, shooting Rainey without warning.
I screamed and he turned his head toward me, smiling venomously. "Now you can join your beloved," he said maliciously, and pulled the trigger.
Suddenly, my door burst open and my light flicked on. I sat up in shock, my heart racing a mile a minute. Surprisingly, I did not burst into tears, but when I saw Rainey standing there, with his messy hair, his tattered robe, and the familiar bat, I jumped out of bed and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.
"If you did this every time you had nightmares," Rainey said as he sat down on the bed, me following his pursuit, "then I'd wish them upon you."
"Oh my God," I whispered in his neck. "You're okay. You're okay."
"What happened?" he asked, snaking an arm around my waist.
"I dreamed that my father came over," I breathed, releasing him from my hug. "And... he shot you. But you're okay." I said, cupping his cheek in my hand for reassurance. He touched my hand with his and smiled.
"Yes I am," he said. "And I will always be here, you understand?"
I nodded vigorously, resting my head upon his shoulder. He glanced at the table and smirked. "Late night reading, eh?" he asked, glancing at his book. "And you wonder why you have nightmares."
I shrugged and smiled. "It's a good book," I said sheepishly.
"I know," he said smiling. "I wrote it."
"Hey Mort," I said quietly, my mood suddenly sombred. "Um... that dream really freaked me out... and I know this may seem out of line... but, would you mind staying with me...?"
He smiled softly and nodded. "The only thing I'm worried about," he said, glancing at the bed, "is the lack of space on the bed."
I shrugged and began to crawl in the covers, not really caring if I had to sleep on top of him, as long as he was there so I wouldn't have to go through this alone. He followed me and I squeezed over, making some room for him on the twin-size bed. After a moment of situating ourselves, we ended up having our legs entangled, my head upon his shoulder, his arm wrapped around my waist, and his head resting upon mine.
Although as uncomfortable as those positions may seem, I felt perfectly comfortable. His warm body touching my bare skin made me feel a bit dizzy, although I couldn't quite figure out why. His scent, I noticed, was of pine-trees and a slightly hint of cinnamon, although I had no clue where the cinnamon came from. I liked it though; I breathed it into all of my senses, so deeply that I could taste it.
I could feel his even breathing beneath me and suddenly felt my eyes droop. It was as if he was my mother, rocking me to sleep. Before I let myself fall asleep, I silently wondered about his past romantic life. I was sure that if he moved away from all of this, he would have numbers of girls throwing theirselves at him within a week because they had no idea who he was ... but I wondered how he would treat a girlfriend... or even a wife.
And then I wondered, with a sly smile and a hot blush, how he was in bed...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, I wasn't quite sure if I should've added the last part, but I think that if you were in Madison's position, you would wonder how Rainey was in bed, right? Even though we know he was good. Tee hee. Anyways, please review! It really makes me feel good! Thanks.