and freeze to death, or go in and take my chances against a bunch of ben ransacking my place.
Checking my phone for the hundredth time, I sigh. Jesus, I can see my breath.
I stay where I am for what feels like hours before I hear another voice, louder and angrier, but familiar. I sag in relief.
Rock.
“Ellison?” I’ve never been so happy to hear Rock yell in all my life. Standing as best as I can, I look down and hug the wall. Stupid idea. My feet are numb and freezing, and I’m shivering uncontrollably.
“O- out here.” My voice wobbles through my frozen lips.
The window bursts open, bouncing off the siding behind it. Rock’s mean mug peers through, looking right and left. His angry face pales when he notices that I’m on a ledge the width of my ass.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, babe.” Sticking a long arm out the window, he reaches for me. I do the same thing, desperate to be back inside. Taking his hand, I hang on for dear life. It might be selfish, but if I fall, I’m taking him with me.
His fingers wrap tightly around my wrist and jerks me towards the window, my feet skidding along the iced ledge.
“Duck your head,” Rock says, tugging me through the window as he pulls me through. I stumble, but I make it back inside without falling. He drags me in and wrap his arms around me.
“Your lips are blue.” His hands rub up and down my back, trying to warm me.
“It’s c-c-cold out there,” I chatter into his chest. He’s so warm.
“No shit, babe. It’s January.”
“But if I w-w-were in Hawaii, it’d be at least s-s-seventy degrees,” I mumble into his leather.
“Hawaii, huh?” Laughing, I can feel the vibrations deep in his chest against my face.
“Sunshine.”
“But you’re not in Hawaii. You’re here, and you should be in a fuckin’ coat.” “Why hadn’t I thought of that?”
“Shut up.” Rock keeps me close, arms wrapped tightly around me. If blue lips and frostbit toes gets me a face full of Rock, I can deal with no Hawaii sunshine and all his asshole comments.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I think so.”
“Missin’ any pieces?”
“Nothing important.”
He grabs the blanket from my bed and throws it over my shoulders, and continues to hold me close, trying to keep me warm. Once I finally stop shivering, he lets me go and holds me at arm’s length, looking me up and down.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Are you?” He looks extremely pissed off. His eyes are hard and his lips are grim. I get nothing but a discouraging grunt.
“Been better.”
“Want to share.”
Snorting, Rock gives his head one good shake. “Nah.
“Were they in here when you got here?” I ask as I peek around his body. My drawers are pulled out and my clothes are everywhere. My closet door is open and a few keepsake boxes are strewn across the floor.
“You see any dead bodies?” he counters.
“Well, no.”
“Then I didn’t kill anyone.”
My things have been touched and it bothers me. My shit is shit, but it’s my shit. It pisses me off knowing unfamiliar hands touched my stuff. “Check your shit, babe. See if anything’s missin’.”
I do a quick walk through, and nothing seems to be missing, but everything seems to have been touched. My couch cushions are on the floor. God only knows what they were looking for there, but looking around, I see they turned the whole place upside down.
Walking into the kitchen, I see the freezer door wide open and my heart sinks.
No.
Looking inside, I know I’m not going to find anything, but I still look, finding exactly what I expect. Nothing.
“Shiiiiiit!” I throw my hands up in defeat. Two thousand bucks is gone. It’s not a lot, really. It’s nothing to most, but I had been saving up for a new place. Just my damn luck. Letting my head sag, right along with my heart, I sigh loudly.
“What’s wrong?” Rock asks from somewhere behind me. I’m too preoccupied to turn around to look at him because
Checking my phone for the hundredth time, I sigh. Jesus, I can see my breath.
I stay where I am for what feels like hours before I hear another voice, louder and angrier, but familiar. I sag in relief.
Rock.
“Ellison?” I’ve never been so happy to hear Rock yell in all my life. Standing as best as I can, I look down and hug the wall. Stupid idea. My feet are numb and freezing, and I’m shivering uncontrollably.
“O- out here.” My voice wobbles through my frozen lips.
The window bursts open, bouncing off the siding behind it. Rock’s mean mug peers through, looking right and left. His angry face pales when he notices that I’m on a ledge the width of my ass.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, babe.” Sticking a long arm out the window, he reaches for me. I do the same thing, desperate to be back inside. Taking his hand, I hang on for dear life. It might be selfish, but if I fall, I’m taking him with me.
His fingers wrap tightly around my wrist and jerks me towards the window, my feet skidding along the iced ledge.
“Duck your head,” Rock says, tugging me through the window as he pulls me through. I stumble, but I make it back inside without falling. He drags me in and wrap his arms around me.
“Your lips are blue.” His hands rub up and down my back, trying to warm me.
“It’s c-c-cold out there,” I chatter into his chest. He’s so warm.
“No shit, babe. It’s January.”
“But if I w-w-were in Hawaii, it’d be at least s-s-seventy degrees,” I mumble into his leather.
“Hawaii, huh?” Laughing, I can feel the vibrations deep in his chest against my face.
“Sunshine.”
“But you’re not in Hawaii. You’re here, and you should be in a fuckin’ coat.” “Why hadn’t I thought of that?”
“Shut up.” Rock keeps me close, arms wrapped tightly around me. If blue lips and frostbit toes gets me a face full of Rock, I can deal with no Hawaii sunshine and all his asshole comments.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I think so.”
“Missin’ any pieces?”
“Nothing important.”
He grabs the blanket from my bed and throws it over my shoulders, and continues to hold me close, trying to keep me warm. Once I finally stop shivering, he lets me go and holds me at arm’s length, looking me up and down.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Are you?” He looks extremely pissed off. His eyes are hard and his lips are grim. I get nothing but a discouraging grunt.
“Been better.”
“Want to share.”
Snorting, Rock gives his head one good shake. “Nah.
“Were they in here when you got here?” I ask as I peek around his body. My drawers are pulled out and my clothes are everywhere. My closet door is open and a few keepsake boxes are strewn across the floor.
“You see any dead bodies?” he counters.
“Well, no.”
“Then I didn’t kill anyone.”
My things have been touched and it bothers me. My shit is shit, but it’s my shit. It pisses me off knowing unfamiliar hands touched my stuff. “Check your shit, babe. See if anything’s missin’.”
I do a quick walk through, and nothing seems to be missing, but everything seems to have been touched. My couch cushions are on the floor. God only knows what they were looking for there, but looking around, I see they turned the whole place upside down.
Walking into the kitchen, I see the freezer door wide open and my heart sinks.
No.
Looking inside, I know I’m not going to find anything, but I still look, finding exactly what I expect. Nothing.
“Shiiiiiit!” I throw my hands up in defeat. Two thousand bucks is gone. It’s not a lot, really. It’s nothing to most, but I had been saving up for a new place. Just my damn luck. Letting my head sag, right along with my heart, I sigh loudly.
“What’s wrong?” Rock asks from somewhere behind me. I’m too preoccupied to turn around to look at him because
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