My Mysterious Human

7. The Visit

The next two weeks went like this, I was either with Penny, Ana or Sigrid watching a movie or taking a walk. At night Ian would call sounding all mean and tired but it felt so nice to hear his voice that I was dreading the day when he would stop. Penny and Ana though were letting me be on my own more often now and I was taking my meds on my own, but I did feel loopy over them I would like to stop taking them. 

I was laying in bed listening to Ian talk about his day when I hear myself talk over him. 

“I wish you were here to tell me in person” 

When the words left my lips, I did not even hear his answer since I just fell asleep with the phone on my face. 

I woke up by the doorbell ringing, I look around but there is pitch black in my room, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and when I do, I walk to the door. I open up the door still kind of with my eyes closed but when I open up the door the smell of Ian hits my nose and my eyes fly open. He is standing there so tall and dark, he is wearing black jeans, black shirt and black shoes, his hair is a mess and he is leaning with one hand on the door frame. 

“Ian what are you doing here?” 

“You said you wanted me to come so I came, do you want me to go?”

I thought about is a little, because I did want to see him and him sleeping in my bed does sound perfect but then again I do not really know him and we have not ever hung out together. Then my head wakes up a little bit more and I look down, I am in a shirt and underwear, my eyes widen a little but he just laughs a little and leans inn a little more. 

“Stella? Can I come in or am I driving home again?” 

“Come on in” I say and turn around and run into my room. 

When I get there I ran to my closet to find shorts to sleep in since I hate wearing pants in my sleep, but I am having trouble dressing me in them with one hand. He stands in my door looking at me and kind of smiling, good that he is in a good mood for a change but then he takes pity on me and helps me. I feel the tingle on my legs when his hands touch my skin.

“To be honest I would rather take clothes off you than put you in them” he said still kneeling by my feet. 

“You dare try anything and I will break your arm this time” I said angrily. 

He then lifts his head and locks eyes with me while he stands up, I can barely make it up to his chin so I have to tilt my head back to hold the eye contact. There is energy burning between us and I have no idea how long we stood there just looking into eachothers eyes. Then I felt my feet were getting wobbly because I was so tired so I broke the contact and walked to the bed. 

“I sleep closer to the wall just to let you know” I say before laying down.

He takes off his jeans and socks and puts them on the chair I keep in my room for clothes that are dirty but not dirty enough to go in the hamper.  I look at him with sleepy eyes, wow, he is muscular, no wonder I broke my hand. I hear him chuckling, o god did I say that out loud. When he gets in the bed, my body responds to him right away because he was so hot and I was freezing.

“One miniot you are talking about breaking my hand for touching you and the next you are snuggling up to me, what am I to do with you?” he says while putting his head in my hair and inhaling my scent or I think that was what he was doing. 

We were on the side, me facing the wall, him behind me and facing me holding me really close to him but he did watch out that only my upper half was close to him. 

“Ian…” 

“Mmmm…” 

“What are we doing?”

“You are mine now and I am taking care of you,” he said but I could hear from his voice that he was falling asleep. 

“You should know that I do not belong to anybody and I do what I want” I say but my eyes are closed now. 

“You are mine” he says but then I hear his steady breathing. 

He was sleeping but I still was stuck in his hold, he was not letting me go even though he was asleep, it was so nice I could just feel his body heating me up and his breath in my hair, I was asleep not so much later after him. 

I woke up because my arm was hurting but I could not move, I was laying on my back and him still holding very tightly onto me. 

“Ian” 

He did not move or make a sound. 

“Ian my arm is hurting I need my meds”

With that, his eyes burst open and he kind of jumps up from the bed. 

“Where are they?” he says all serious but sleepy. 

“Hey just lay back down it's Saturday and it's only 8 in the morning, I can get the meds and take them”

“No lay back down just tell me where they are” he says now getting angry. 

I didn't want him to get angry and leave this is the first time I have seen him since the hospital and to be honest that was the best night sleep I have ever had and I am still tired.

“The painkillers are in the bathroom but my swelling pills are in the kitchen I think”

I watch him leave the room and even his walk was strong, determined and forceful, I hear him walking around my apartment. I hear my fridge open.

“There is a bottle there with water it's in the clear unicorn bottle” I scream at him but then my throat betrayed me and I go coughing. 

He comes back into the room with both boxes of my meds and my bottle, I put my arm out for the water even though I am still coughing. He hands me the bottle and I finish half of it before I take it away from my lips and look at him, his lips are in a thin line and his jaw is clenched. I put my arm out for the meds but he does not move, yeah it has been hard getting them with one arm. 

“two from the bigger box and 3 from the smaller” I say to him and he starts right away getting them and as he is putting the last one in my palm his phone rings. 

He looks at the phone and scoffs.

“Take it I can go out for a smoke then” I say while struggle to get out of the bed. 

He takes another look at me and is getting angrier but how can that be when he himself smokes, I mean I can smell them on him, it was really faint now but that is to be expected. I walk out to the living room, I find my blanket and put it around me while going out on the balcony, while I was outside I was wondering who was calling him at this time on a saturday. Does he have a girlfriend? or someone that he lives with that is worried that he did not come home? What do I know about him at all? We just talk about trivial things on the phone. 

I walk back inside and hear that he is still on the phone. 

“I don't care what time it is! Don't take that s**t with me! I will be back when I will be back so fock off” he said while hanging up.

He turned around and saw me, he walked fast to me and without a word sniffed my hair and came a little to close. 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask

His hand makes a fist and takes hold of the hem of my shirt since he was holding my waist.

“I have no one in my life but you, you are mine” he says through his gritted teeth. 

“I am really tired can we go back to bed? I have my computer there, you can watch something or work or what ever” I say as I start walking to my bedroom again. 

He does not answer me but I can feel him following me but when I see the bathroom I remember that I have to use it. 

“Just go in I will be right there” I say while pointing to my room and heading for the bathroom. 

While I was in there brushing my teeth I notice my camo printed mens shorts on the floor close to my hamper, it is not really dirty but I just felt I needed to wash them but Ian can use them if he wants. I pick them up and walk outside to my bedroom.

“Hey I have these if you want” I say as I look up from trying to find a stain on them but happily failing.