The Iceking's Obsession

Chapter Thirteen

"She's awake."

The voice I hear is unfamiliar and so is the room I'm in. It's like a flower shop, but they're all paintings.

A boy walks into the room and I finally realize I'm dead. I was hit by that car and now I'm dead. This person looks too good to be human. Wait! Is he human?

His hair is short and ruffled, he looks like he just rolled out of bed but he still managed to be as hot as a magazine model. His blue eyes reminded me of the beach and his perfect cheekbones and jaw completed the job.

"Oh, is she?" I hear a woman's voice and it stops me from drooling over this inhuman beauty before me. I vaguely recognize the woman and I realize I'm in a strange place. Away from home. Away from mom. I panic and tear the sheets off my body just before realizing I'm in my underwear. Just my underwear.

I look up and realize the two people are staring at me like I've got a screw loose. Slowly, I cover myself up and face the woman. My face is tomato red right now and it's because there's a smirk playing on inhuman beauty's face. I hate him. I don't know him but I hate him.

"What am I doing here?"

She smiles warmly and draws a chair near the bed, then she sits down and crosses her legs. "I almost ran you down with my car. You looked scared and you passed out."

I remember running away from home, I remember the guy with hair on his back, I remember how he hit me and insulted me, I remember everything now. My eyes fill up with tears and I notice every part of my body aches. My head aches, my side aches, my legs are tired.

"How long was i out?"

"Just a few hours. And you're leaving now." The boy says and wears a hardened expression. The woman shoots him a warning glare and he leaves the room. Then she looks at me and gives me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry about that. He had watch you while I made tea. That's why he's grumpy." I smile and nod at her lie. She's obviously not a good liar.

"Is she not leaving? Because I can't stand the stench of a stranger's sweat in my bed!"

I freeze, then turn red from embarrassment for the second time this night. "I'm sorry. I need my clothes."

"I didn't peel you out of them to embarrass you. It didn't look comfortable to sleep in those pants, so I was going to get you a night gown."

Okay. Maybe I'm being rude. She saved my life. If not for her, I might be gnashing my teeth in hatred and hopelessness right now. But still I shouldn't overstay my welcome. I'm in her son's bed.

"I'll go now. Sorry for the discomfort."

"Are you sure? Will you be fine?" She asks, looking concerned.

"I'll be okay."

"Alright I'll get your clothes" She leaves the room and returns with my clothes, then she leaves the room again and I dress up. Then I notice a pen and note on the reading table, an idea pops into my head and I smile.

Five minutes later, I'm out on the street, finding my way back home few minutes to midnight. My heart starts to pound as I see my house from afar. What if he's still there? What if he's not there and he's following me right now. Then I hear footsteps. I freeze, and listen. No footsteps. It's probably my ears. Then I continue, and the footsteps continue too. I should have stayed at that woman's place. I shouldn't have left. My life is officially over.

I start to run. My last attempt at saving myself, but two arms wrap round my waist and lift me off the ground. I'm yelling but no one's hearing.

"s**t. Calm down. Stop yelling"

It's not him. It's him. It's not the person I was scared of. It's the gorgeous and grumpy boy whose bed I was in. I flush again and I'm glad he can't see me clearly. It's too late and even the lights from the streets are dim. And we're the only ones out this late.

"You startled me" I say, still trying to calm my breathing down.

"I know. Sorry. What's your name?"

I fold my arms and tilt my head so I can get a better view. "Are you bipolar?" I ask and regret it immediately it came out. What if he was truly bipolar?

"No! I was pissed. Brenda brings stray dogs and cats in almost every time and now, she brought you in my bed. And made me watch you."

"Are... Are you seriously comparing me to a stray dog right now?"

"I didn't mean for it to come out that way." He apologises and runs his hand through his

hair. He's obviously not used to apologising to girls. He's hot and all..

"But it did come out that way. I was running from something. From a dog. From a damned dog that won't keep his hands to himself."

His face hardens. "Are you calling me a dog?"

"No. No. There's a misunderstanding here."

"Clear the misunderstanding then." His blue eyes were cold and I was getting goosebumps from his stare. Who the hell is this guy? And why do I have to explain myself to him?

"I'm not clearing anything."

"God. You're stubborn. Why are you scared? Why were you running? Brenda said you looked scared. You..."

"Mind your business."

"I'll see you home."

I don't give him a reply, I keep walking and he keeps following. Somehow, his presence calms me. I can't get attacked by surprise anymore. he's here. I laugh at how fast I am to trust him.

When I get to the front of the door, I wave to him and smile. He turns back to leave and the door before me opens without having to knock. It's him, and his crooked smile. "Welcome home dear"

The endearing name makes me want to puke. Quickly, I make a run for it, but he grips my arm roughly and drags me inside. He slams the door behind him and almost immediately, there's a gentle knock on the door.

I know who it is, but he doesn't. "Your mom is sleeping so you have to be quiet and not wake her."

I smirk because I know he doesn't know who's knocking on the door. I don't know this boy but I know he won't let this pig get his way with me.

The knocking continues, more persistent this time. "Isn't it too late to have a visitor darling?" He lifts my chin to see his twisted face. His nose is plastered and his lips are still cracked. I spit on his face and slip out of his grip.

He growls.

The door opens.