I shuffled when something soft brushed against my face.
Opening my eyes I saw that it was now dark outside. The stupid window brought in the cold night breeze along with the smell of Chinese food from the take out below me.
I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled the food.
Something like a chicken chow mien would have made me feel better but take out was the last thing I should get on the little money I had.
Something fell on the floor when I shuffled making a loud thump sound.
“What the hell!” I shrieked and looked around the floor in the dark. Whatever the hell it was skittered across the floor but I couldn’t see it.
I straightened but soon realized my focus shouldn’t be on the floor but on the large thing moving under the sheet that covered my legs.
Panic gripped me taking over my mind, rendering me useless to myself as I flapped around in the bed trying to get off but ended up tangling myself up in the sheet. I realized now that I’d trapped whatever it was moving beneath the sheet with me and it was panicking as well.
And screeching!
I screamed and dropped to the ground with the sheet still wrapped around my legs.
The action undid the entrapment unleashing my worst nightmare.
I would have taken Becca telling me that her and Tom were getting married any day over this. I would have taken being robbed and losing all my money over this.
What came out of the sheets and ran over me was a truly disgusting rat. I was lying on the floor and the horrid creature ran straight onto my stomach, across my chest and then I felt the things claws brush over my face.
It was like something from a horror film and in true horrific style I screamed a blood curdling scream that came from my soul and jumped up from the ground, running.
I must have gotten down to the next block before I realized I was on the next block and I did the only think my brain told me to do in a state of panic and horror.
I sought refuge. I hailed the first taxi that came rumbling down the street and jumped in.
It wasn’t until the gorgeous blond man who I’d run from days ago opened his door that my senses came back to me, but I was a mess. My poor brain couldn’t even question my actions as to why I’d come here.
Why did I run to him?
Why was he the first person my brain chose to come to in my desperation?
It was because I didn’t have anyone else.
With Eilesh in San Francisco, there wasn’t anyone else I could turn to.
I’d come to this big city on my own, leaving behind all I knew and who I knew in Ohio.
Take Eilesh out of the equation of my life and I had no one.
No one else besides the man I thought it was a great idea to have a one night stand with.
Everything that happened had messed me up and I couldn’t even pretend to have things under control. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my clothes were ruffled and I didn’t even want to know what my hair and face looked like.
But, he still looked at me as if I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Angel.” He greeted me with a smile which fell on seeing my distress. “What happened to you?”
I allowed him to cup my face.
I’d been crying in the taxi on my way over. The driver had looked at me with pity several times and I saw him even trying to build up the courage to ask me what was wrong, but didn’t. It was fine I understood that most people, men in general, didn’t know what to do with a crying woman.
But Alex seemed to, even though I might have lost the ability to talk.