My Lonely Demon

Chapter Five

“What if I get confused one day between right and wrong father?”

“Then listen to what your gut tells you, kid. The heart may get wrong sometimes, but that voice in your head will never misguide you” 

Rosalie POV

I put some distance between Milo and Me and look down again. His hand is about to reach for my face again when I grab it with mine. 

“I have to get up early,” I say and adjust my dress, leaving his hand slowly. 

Why is he here? out of all places

“So, I was saying that let’s meet tomorrow at my place” I heard Milo say something and then my attention fell on the last words.

“What?… Sorry, what did you say?”I look into his green eyes, filled with mischief. 

“I was saying that since my roommate is not there, we could meet at my place. I will cook a special meal for you, we could hang, watch some Netflix” my smile mirrors his and I nod. 

It might be a good idea, I haven’t hung out with someone for a long time, definitely not had a meal. 

“Okay, so call me once your day is over, and I will pick you up,” he says as he settles himself in the driving seat and wink at me, driving off. 

My heartbeats haven’t slowed down since the second I saw him. As I look again, he isn’t there. Gone just like that, just like that night. 

No girl is ever sure if a guy likes her, maybe that’s why she makes the path for reaching to her more difficult. 

I sigh before going into my apartment. The lights are on and I hang my purse by the chair. Slowly taking off my jacket, I notice that Sophia is up and sitting on her bed not doing anything but just sitting. Her hair looks all messed up like she was sleeping a little while ago and she is in her nightdress. I slowly move towards her, since she looks scary or angry, I can’t make it out. 

“Ummm…. Sophie? Everything okay?” I say sitting on her bed. 

“Everything but the asshole neighbor,” she says pointing an accusing finger at the wall. She pulls a hair tie from her hand and ties her hair as she put her feet down on the floor. 

“What did the neighbor do?” I ask but I immediately find out what she was talking about. 

There is a repetitive voice of a ball hitting the wall, our sharing wall and it’s really disturbing. 

“The neighbor would get tired in some time,” I say trying to reassure her.

“Hope he does, or I am going to kill someone tonight. I just finished grading paper and I am already filled with anger” she says lying down again on the bed and closing her lights. 

I move towards the washroom, cleaning my face with cotton balls, and drying my face with the hand towel. I quickly change into my pink nightie and fall on my bed. I could still hear the ball and Sophia’s grunting but I already have many things on my mind. 

I hope there are no premonitions tonight, I need a long nice sleep. 

Please, everyone, stay safe, I want to have a nice sleep and don’t go out of your houses and just be safe. 

I know in my heart that even if I am too tired, I will get up on my ass and go out there to help anyone who needs me. I know how it feels when no one is there for you when you need help and you cry out loud and no one hears you, no one listens. 

We don’t know our neighbors, we mind our own business. If we see someone beating the crap out of their family members, we turn our backs. If we see a homeless, we are immediately scared of their look without knowing what they are going through. 

Everyone has their own circumstances to deal with. And until you know the circumstances they’re in, you can’t tell anything about them. I’m sure everyone has something like that about them. Something that others can’t understand. 

I turn to my side and his face pops up in my eyes. His black eyes were staring into mine. 

Was it hurt? Was it a question? Or was it nothing. 

I might be reading too much into it. Maybe it was nothing. 

I don’t know when the exhaustion took over and I fell asleep. There were no dreams this time. The sound of the ball was soothing and it made me sleep. 

When you are excited about something, the day gets longer. I thought that all my classes will go smoothly and I would be with Milo in no time but almost every class gave me a headache and made me pull my hair. I don’t know how I survived the day, but as soon as I was out of class, I messaged Milo. As I look up with an idiotic smile on my face, I see that he is standing in front of me. One of his hand is in his pocket and the other holding his cell. He gives me a wink and he takes my hand in his and makes me follow him. 

I have forgotten that I am in school, as I follow him to his car. 

“The day seemed long, didn’t it?” He says looking at me from the driving seat and smiling. 

“Yeah,” I say in a low tone looking down. 

“Good, Now I know you want me as much as I want you,” he says pulling my hand close and keeping it over his chest.

“Do you feel how fast it is beating?” he says and slowly pulls my hand close to his lips and kisses it.

My whole body shiver by this gesture and I blush red. I soon want to be touched, kissed everywhere. His kiss is making me wild and I hope he can’t read faces or I would have to die at this instant. 

I hear his chuckle as his kisses move slowly up my hand. He quickly parks his car and takes me in his arms. 

“I missed you,” he says between kissing my neck.

We are soon out of his car and into his apartment. 

He pushes me on the bed and starts kissing me again. My hand moves on their own to his face but with his one hand, he places both of mine above my head and shakes his head. I can feel my heartbeat go fast and my breathing slow. He is devouring me slowly at his pace. His kisses are mixed with a desire of need, needing me right now. As his lips land on mine, it is impossible to stop now. His lips suck my lower lip while his hand is moving slowly down, trying to unbutton my shirt. 

I shake my head. “ no” I say between kisses. 

He doesn’t stop kissing me, making them deep, licking my lips, playing with my tongue, his hand keeps on unbuttoning my shirt.

“No,” I say again

“It will be okay. I promise” he says and I let go. 

why is it that sometimes, It takes an immense amount of courage to stick to your gut feeling