In times of fright, a human does the first thing his mind tells him. Well, in my case, I did the second thing that my mind told me. The first thing it told me was to scream my lungs out. But the second thing that it told me, and which I actually did, was way too crazy. Yet, it was totally right.
I decided to attack the intruder.
In a snap decision, I jerked off the bed, feeling the intruder’s arm fall freely from my waist. Before he could react, I swung my leg over his waist so that I was in a kind of straddling position with him, which I didn’t give much thought to, and grabbed the pillow I had rested my head on. I brought it above my head before smashing it at his face. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. I didn’t really know what I was doing. I had the pillow pressed on his face, which was kind of, an attempt to murder him but I didn’t care, for I was solely concerned for my safety. He, whoever he was, had intruded into my room. And that too in the middle of the night!
Instantly, two huge arms shot out in front of me, griping my wrists before shoving me to the right, which caused me to lose my balance on him. I let out a yelp as I fell on the bed, right next to him. The next thing I knew, he was the one hovering over me, in the same straddling position I was in with him a few moments ago. My cheeks flushed at this.
He held my hands down on the bed, trapping them on either side of my head. He dipped his head down towards my face to take a better look.
“Who are you?!” We shouted at the same time. I struggled under him as he just stared at me. I couldn’t see his face because of the dark and I was sure he couldn’t see me either, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
“Help! Help me! Somebody please, help m-,” my words were quickly muffled when he slammed his hand down on my mouth, effectively shutting me up.
“Shut up.”
I didn’t listen to him. I was too afraid and panicked at having a stranger in my room at midnight. I simply tried to get up, punching him in the chest, which was bare, I noticed, which only made me panic further. A naked stranger in my room at midnight?!
“Get off of me, you bastard,” I groaned as I violently struggled under him, trying to get him to lose his balance, which he actually did. He fell off of the bed. Unfortunately for me, he still had a death grip over me and so he ended up pulling me down with him.
I yelped as I waited for the impact of my fall. I heard a loud groan as I felt myself land on something not as hard and cold as the floor. Luckily, I had a soft landing but to my utmost displeasure, I had landed on top of the stranger.
I instantly got to my feet. Seeing that the figure was still lying on the floor groaning in pain, I kicked him in between his legs to render him helpless so that he wouldn’t try to run away.
He screamed in pain, clutching the affected area.
Without waiting for anything else, I dashed towards the door, throwing it open, only to meet the sight of a startled and shocked Mrs. Jenson and a sleepy but wide eyed Olivia.
“Oh my God, Juliet! What was that I heard in your room? Are you okay?” She asked, concerned.
“M-mom! There’s a man in my room.” I said urgently, looking at the door of my room, still in shock.
“What?!” Olivia’s mouth dropped open. “Someone broke into the house? We should call the cops.”
“Wait.” Mrs. Jenson ran into the room just as the lights flicked open and I followed after her, trying to stop her lest the man attacked again.
As I entered my room, I gasped as I saw Ethan leaning heavily on the wall.
“Ethan?! What’re doing here?” Mrs. Jenson asked as she rushed over to him to help him walk.
“You!” Olivia pointed a finger at him as she walked towards him, her eyes filled with fury, her sleep long gone out of the window. “What’re you doing here?” She shrieked before lifting her fisted hand to punch him.
I held her back, too confused and feeling a bit pitiful for Ethan. I had a feeling this was a mistake. I mean, he despises me much so why would he even try and be near me.
“I should be the one asking her.” Ethan gritted out, pointing a finger at me.
“You’re the one who slept next to me and trapped me under you.” I scoffed.
“I thought it was a pillow!” He defended himself weakly. “I have a habit of cuddling with a pillow when I sleep.”
“Why are you in my room?” I demanded.
“That’s what I should be asking you. What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Room?!” He seethed.
“This is my room!”
“No! This is my room!”
“Oh! Shut up, you doofus! Look around,” I spat.
He seemed to really listen to me for once, because he looked around the pink room.
“B-but how could this- I mean, Mrs. Jenson told me my new room was on the fifth floor of the mansion, and the first room on the left,” he said, confusedly.
We all looked at Mrs. Jenson. She let out a nervous chuckle as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh, I said that? Well, I must have been half asleep or inattentive. Well, I’m so sorry for the confusion. Ethan, your room is first to the right,” she said, walking out of my room as she pulled open the door of another room right opposite mine.
“This is your room, Ethan. This used to be Antonio’s room, but since he’s away living in Chicago with his girlfriend, I gave his to you. Don’t worry, everything is cleaned well and I’m sure you’ll love it here,” she said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to go to sleep. Good night, everyone! And just forget what happened today. It was just a minor misunderstanding,” She said, before walking off downstairs to wherever her room was. We stared after her.
Olivia was the first to speak up. “Um… goodnight,” Olivia said sheepishly to which Ethan just gave her a bored look, which Olivia chose to ignore. She, too walked away to her room.
“Well, you can leave too,” I said, sarcastically polite as I pointed to the door of my room.
But did he listen to me? No, of course not. After all, he was Ethan Evans. The poster child of immaturity. Instead, he took slow steps towards me.
“I believe this is not the way to the door,” I said, stepping back as he stepped a little too close. I began backing away as he rapidly decreased the space between us.
It was only when my back hit the wall when I realized he was dangerously close to me, just a few inches away. I could already hear my thundering heart in my chest. He was way too close for comfort.
He raised both of his arms, bringing it up to rest on the wall behind me, effectively trapping me.
It was only then that I took full notice of his face. He was beautiful. I had to give him that. He had deep dark brown eyes, almost black. His eyelashes were so long that I could do nothing but just stare at his face. He had a long pointed nose and plump and pink, soft looking lips. He had a slight stubble which needed shaving as he looked even more neat when he was clean shaven. Some of his dark locks of hair fell on his eyes. They looked soft and silky and I almost touched them to feel if they were as soft as they were looking.
“This isn’t over,” he hissed out venomously which caused me to gulp.
“I can already tell,” I muttered.
“Good, because you’re so going to pay for what you did to me today,” he said and my eyes trailed down to his jeans. I hope I didn’t hurt him that bad.
“You’re so dead,” he said next before leaning away. Well, scratch that, I hope I did hurt him very bad.
He turned away, picking up his grey shirt on the way as I watched his back as he retreated from my room.