TRAPPED

Chapter 4

Waking up I almost forgot I wasn’t in my bed, when I blindly patted for my phone behind me to turn my messaging volume off. Ignoring it I moved my hand back onto my pillow when I realized it wasn’t my pillow. I moved my hand one more time as I opened my eyes to see my hand was on Christian’s chest.

Slowly rising up I had looked at the body lying next to me. Christian looked so peaceful; it was like looking at an angel. His curls were perfectly messy, and his lips partially opened as he slightly snored. My eyes had traveled down to his chest, and down to his torso I stopped as I realized he had a 6 pack, with a lovely V-line.

Closing my eyes I slowly slid off the bed as I walked to the living room. I had sat on the couch for a while looking around, admiring his house. For this to be a bachelor’s pad Christian actually kept it clean and presentable. I leaned back on the couch as I hear footsteps coming down the hall.

I looked up as Christian made eye contact with me, “I thought you took off.”

Shaken my head I said, “I was thinking about it.” 

He nodded as he walks to the kitchen, “You hungry?” I

laughed turning around, “You cook?”

“Not really, but I can make a mean bowl of cereal.” I smiled as I said;

“I’ll take a bowl then.” he smiled disappearing into the kitchen.

I heard dishes being raddled, fridge being opened and closed, as he walks out of the kitchen with two bowls of cereals. Handing me one he sits across from me. Moving my spoon around in the bowl I smiled as I said, “Cereal suicide?”

With his mouth full he nodded and said, “Only way to have an awesome bowl of cereal.” I laughed as I ate my cereal which was Trix, Captain Crunch, and Fruity pebbles.

We were sitting and watching Jerry Springer when he looked at me and said, “Kimberly, can I ask you something.”

He turned off the TV as I turned towards him, “Ask away.”

He took a breath as he looks at me with all seriousness and said, “Why did you come out the club last night?”

“Why are you asking me?”

Shrugging his shoulders he says, “I’m just curious.”

Taking a breath I said, “I came out because I remember the guy with the brown hair, from that night.” I looked away out window as flashes from that night started replying in my head all over again.

Looking back at Christian I asked, “What do they want from you? Why do they keep coming after you?” 

Ignoring my question he sat back and looked up to the ceiling as he let out a breath, “I told you I’d be back. You should have stayed in the club.”

I looked at him shocked that he had actually said that. I wasn’t about to have the same argument again, so instead I stood up and walked in the room as I grabbed my dress, clutch, and shoes. I walked to the kitchen were the phone sat on the table.

Picking it up I called the taxi line, “Hi, yes my name is Kimberly Evan’s, yes I will like a taxi sent to this address please. Hold on let me find a letter with the address on it.” I laid down the phone as I walked to the dining room table looking though a pile of papers for an envelope.

“What are you doing?” asked Christian as he stands up walking to me.

“Calling a taxi what does it look like I’m doing?” Christian walks to the phone as he picks it up and says, “Sorry cancel the taxi she doesn’t need it anymore.”

I turned around as he hangs up the phone, “What the hell are you doing!”

Leaning against the counter he says, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m not doing this with you again Christian, just call the taxi people back.”

“I told you I’d take you home.”

“I’d rather take a taxi.”

“What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem? You’re my problem!” I yelled.

“I’m the problem?” he says as he walks towards me.

“Yes.”

“How exactly am I the problem?”

“This is the second time you have said that bull shit to me. ‘I should have stayed away.’ I don’t get a thank you or nothing! That was my ass I put on the line for you last night.”

Christian stood in front of me, “Nobody asked you to put your ass on the line for me last night.”

“I didn’t have to be asked to do it, but I did it anyways. And you’re standing here acting like a bitch!”

“I’m acting like a bitch because all I said was that you shouldn’t have come outside like I told you, how is that me acting like a bitch?”

“Because you’re standing here acting like you had everything under control last night.”

“I did have everything in control last night!”

“Bull shit! If I hadn’t got there when I did then that guy would have hit you with that wood and he could have seriously hurt you! And I don’t think I could have….” I stopped as I stared at him.

“You don’t think you could have what?” asked Christian.

Bushing past him I grabbed my clutch and dress, “You know, 2 weeks ago my life was fine, and I was okay with it. I knew what I needed to do and what was going on, I had everything under control, but ever since I met you.” I stopped.

Christian stepped forward, “Ever since you met me what?”

“Ever since I met you everything is different. You piss me off more than anyone has ever been able to do. You never let me have a say in anything, and you constantly push my buttons, but you make me…” I paused turning around, “Just take me home Christian.”

Christian looked at me like he wanted to say something but he didn’t, instead he nodded and said, “Let me grab a shirt.”

I stood at his dining room table as I watched him disappear down the hall into his room. I looked down at the floor as I took a deep breath and tied my hair into a messy bun, trying to get my breathing back in order.

Christian walked back out a few minutes later wearing joggers, a thermal, and tennis shoes, grabbing his keys he opened the door turning to me, as I walked out. After the alarm went off that his Audi was now unlocked, I climbed into the car and closed my door. Christian opened the door as he glided into his seat starting the car, just as we drove off.

We didn’t speak the whole way to my house, which was long since we got stuck in the work commute traffic. Pulling up in front of my house, I had grabbed all my stuff and was about to get out when Christian grabbed my arm, “Wait.”

I stopped as I turned to look back at him. Christian took a breath, running a hand through his hair, he looked over the dash board and said, “To be safe I think we shouldn’t talk to each other anymore.”

“Safe for you, or safe for me?” I asked.

“Safe for you.” my chest started to feel like it was closing in on me, while my eyes started to sting.

I got out the car and said, “Since it’s obvious that you don’t want to tell me what’s going on, I hope you have a nice life Christian.”

I slammed the door and quickly walked to my door and opened the door. Once inside I slammed my door as I heard Christian take off. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until I got up to my room and closed my door. Throwing my stuff on the floor I leaned against my bedroom door, as I slid down to the floor pulling my knees to my chest as I started crying.  I cried for what seemed like forever, which in reality was only an half an hour. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my head as I cried myself back to sleep.

{Author Note: what do you think about the next chapter being in Christian's POV?}