Tsea by Arthurs Nia

Author:Arthurs, Nia [Arthurs, Nia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning to the bright strains of sunlight shifting through the windows. My back arched as I stretched and enjoyed the cushiony softness of the mattress beneath me. A big yawn cracked my jaw. I opened my eyes, expecting to see the elements of my bedroom – sky blue walls, brown mahogany dresser, full length mirror.

Instead, I saw two, large French doors opening up to a balcony. Hardwood floors covered the ground. A large dresser, a wooden ceiling fan, and a large closet were unfamiliar elements in an unfamiliar room. Where was I? For a minute I panicked, imagining that the Executioner had truly taken me as he had in my dreams last night.

I pushed off the mattress quickly, my long hair trailing my back as I did so. It wasn’t until I caught the scent of bacon in the air that I recalled my current location. Carlos had pulled me to his car last night and insisted I stay at his place. We’d talked well into the night, moving from the heavy topic of the serial killer and his sister’s death to our families, our experiences and our dreams.

Despite his gruff exterior, Carlos was surprisingly funny. I imagined all the female teachers and students at his school swooning when he walked by. The Bartender Carlos – the one that worked at the club, carried himself with a manner that said ‘back off’ – but beneath the roughness of his large frame beat a teddy bear. I wondered why it had taken me so long to see it.

After washing my face and gurgling some water in my mouth to offset my morning breath, I padded to the kitchen downstairs. The house was quite large and tastefully decorated. I felt almost guilty for even being in here, especially understanding Heather’s struggles.

Carlos’s parents had migrated to the States after their daughter passed and had given their son the two-story dwelling by the sea. I’d had no idea that Carlos’s family was so well-off until he’d spoken of his father’s businesses last night. It made me wonder why he’d chosen a career like teaching.

“Hey,” The object of my thoughts greeted.

“Hi,” I smiled shyly. It was strange. I could dance in front of hundreds of strangers. I could take my clothes off and climb a pole to fulfill the fantasies of men, but standing here, with most of my makeup gone and in a plain white T-shirt, I felt more exposed than I’d ever been.

“Sleep well?” Carlos inquired.

I shrugged. It was a miracle that I’d managed to sleep at all. Severed heads staked on sticks was enough to fuel my nightmares for a while.

Carlos set a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table. Sheepishly, he pointed to it, his bronzed cheeks growing a little red as he infused indifference into his tone. “I’m not a very good cook, but I made breakfast. In case you were hungry.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. I was genuinely touched. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had cooked breakfast for me.

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