Numb. That’s how I felt under the warm water of the bath. I don’t even know why I listened to Alex and just followed him over to his private room at his hotel.
What happened? Why was there a woman with red hair in that limo? How did the driver not notice it? He seemed genuinely shocked.
Not being able to stand being under the water for too long, I turned it off and put on a silk robe that hung on one of the hooks, not wanting to get back into that dress. I tiptoe to the door and heard Alex’s threatening tone. Not wanting to spy on him, I walk over to the bed and sit down on it. It is soft, comfortable, and some of his scent lingers on it.
How many women have visited this private space?
There’s a knock on the door, making me look up to see Alex holding a tray with steaming mugs and chocolate. I look away from him to the robe, realizing my mistake.
“Umm, I didn’t mean-”
“That robe looks good on you,” Alex said, cutting me off and I blush. “How are you feeling?”
“I’ve seen what students could do to themselves. We had a kid kill himself in the boys locker room last year. He was a good kid, I don’t understand why he took his life, so it is not like I don’t know bad things happen. This… this girl, however is on a different level. Some monster did that.”
“Agreed,” Alex said and I took one of the cups. “Are you going to be okay if I leave for a while? Edward said downstairs is chaos and people want to talk to the owner.”
I set down the cup and moved closer to him, watching his blue eyes. The way he said the word, chaos, made me uneasy but there shouldn’t be a reason for me feeling this way.
“Yes, that’s fine,” I told him. “Umm, can I have a favor?”
“What is it?” He asked.
“Can I have some printer paper and pencils? Drawings calms my nerves,” I said, blushing.
“I’ll have Matt bring them over,” Alex said and got up. “Make sure to finish your cup and the chocolate and then sleep.”
“Thank you,” I whispered and watched him exit.
Minutes later, Matt brought paper and colored pencils. I thanked him and closed the door behind him. Then, I settled into bed, biting into chocolate and letting my hand shade sections of paper. After about an hour, my drawing of the bloody scene was complete with emphasis on the girl’s neck. I gulped seeing similarity to the shade of her hair color. On paper, it matched my wet hair. Someone killed a redhead. Not a good day to be one.
Exhaustion takes over and I fall asleep.
Several times, I wake up but not open eyes. The bloody scene kept appearing in my dreams. One time, I did open my eyes when I heard someone in the room. I watch Alex take off his white shirt. Blood drips to the floor, shining in the moonlight. He flexes his perfect back muscles, and I close my eyes not wanting to be caught.
Why was there blood? Maybe I imagined it and it was just water? Maybe he took a shower? The moon was red. Yeah, the moon was red.
I close my eyes and fall asleep.
My eyes flicker open after the sun decides to be rude. I sit up and feel the silk robe go down my shoulder. I quickly fix it and look around my surroundings, remembering that I wasn’t at Megan’s and that I forgot to text or call her to let her not to worry.
Then, I notice Alex sleeping on the couch. I get off the bed and pause where I saw him standing last night. I kneel down and touch the soft carpet. There are no bloody stains, it’s not wet. Looks clean, perfect. So I did imagine it.
I, then, get up and walk over to Alex and kneel next to where his head rests on the pillow. I want to run my fingers through his short hair, run down my finger his cheek bones and touch his lips. He looks beautiful when he’s sleeping. There is no anger from previous night, no serious expression of when we sat with Mr. West, and nothing left that reminds me of my illusion.
I focus on his chest, hoping to see his peaceful slumber in his rise and fall and that’s when he opens his eyes.
“That’s when you need to kiss your husband, especially after eyeing him like a candy bar.”
I let out a yelp of surprise and move fast from my position on the floor to the bed.
“S… sorry,” I said in embarrassment and feel myself blushing.
Alex laughs and sits up. “You look like a tomato!”
I blink and choose a pillow to throw at him. I don’t get a chance to throw it because he’s right in front of me so I hit him on his stomach. He has an evil look and steals the pillow from me. I scoot away from him and take another pillow.
“Take that back,” I threatened.
“Or what?” He asked, cockily.
“I will have you know that when I was ten, I had a gold belt in pillow fighting,” I raised my voice.
Alex’s face turns amused and I watch him as he goes in for the attack.
The pillow battle starts with us hitting each other, rolling around on the bed, and laughing. The evil of last night forgotten until my pillow hits the nightstand. My drawing falls to the floor.
“What’s this?” He asked.
I swallow and move to pick it up but he’s faster. He eyes my drawing and then looks seriously at me.
“I, I well. I needed to get that image out of my head and the best way is to draw it.”
“You captured a lot of details that I bet the cops missed,” Alex commented.
“I, well, I like to think I have an eye for details.” I look past him to the spot of where I saw him take off his shirt and then look back at him. “Listen, I need help. I need to buy a car but I know nothing about cars. Can you go shopping with me for a car?”
Yes! I changed the subject.
“We can go tonight,” Alex said. “Can I keep this?”
“Yes,” I replied.