The Unannounced Guest Part 2/5 (535 hits)
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Submitted by DaBaddestHic <jtight.at.usa.com> (View user info) at 2005-06-21 11:26:59 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68943
There are few things that could wake Michael out of a sleep as deep as the one he'd been in, but the sound of someone screaming was definitely one of them. At first it was a person in his dreams who was doing the screaming, but then he woke up and realized that it was for real. The light was on, and there was some older girl standing in front of him. She had shoulder-length brown hair, matching her dark eyes. Not extremely tall, probably 6 or 7 inches shorter than himself. She had on a pair of boxer shorts and a faded shirt, which she'd obviously been wearing to bed for a long time. Quite cute, even if she did look like she'd just woken up. Which he guessed she had, when he thought about it.
The noise was really getting on his nerves, and he quickly raised his hands to his ears to try and drown it out. The girl reacted to his rapid movements by jumping back slightly, seemingly trying to get away from him. Then she ran into her room.
Michael lay there stunned. He was glad the screaming was over, but also knew that this really was not a good thing. A quick glance at his watch showed him that it was 2:22 AM. Damn, he hadn't even gotten two hours of sleep. He rubbed his eyes and tried to think of what he should do now. No telling what the girl was doing in her bedroom right now; probably calling the police. Which probably meant he needed to get out of there, and fast.
Michael sat up on the couch, and as his legs swung to the floor they hit his cell phone and knocked it under the couch. He was about to reach down and pick it up when he saw the girl coming out of her bedroom.
She had a baseball bat in her hands.
Michael forgot about the phone and jumped up. He spoke quickly to the girl. "Ok, no need to get violent now. Just calm down before someone gets hurt."
She glared at him through frenzied eyes. "Like I should care about your wellbeing. You better have a good explanation as to why you're in my house, or it's going to be the cops on your ass."
Well, that was good, thought Michael. At least that meant she hadn't called the police yet. He also noticed how her anger seemed to go a long ways for making her that much more attractive, but he pushed that thought out of his mind. How was he going to explain why he was in her apartment anyway? Maybe the truth would work. "I just needed a place to stay for the night, I swear. I wasn't going to steal anything, and I didn't even look into your room. Was just going to sleep for a few hours and leave before you even knew I was here. At least that was the plan..."
"How the hell did you get in here?" she demanded.
He thought quick. "The door was unlocked. I don't break into houses."
That took her aback a little. "Shit," she exclaimed, "how many times have I told her to lock the door when she leaves?" Unfortunately, nothing he'd said had made her grip on the baseball bat any less strong. "So you just went around trying every door to see if it was unlocked until you found one?"
It was more of a scolding than a question. "Well, yes. It probably wasn't the smartest thing I could have done. Guess you could say I'm just a dumb blonde," he commented, trying to be funny. He cringed as he realized just how stupid that sounded, especially since he didn't even have blonde hair.
For some reason this only made the girl even more angry. She started to walk towards him, the bat swinging around, ready to make a crushing blow. "I'm a natural blonde," she snarled through clenched teeth. "Get the hell out of my house before I beat your head into the floor."
She looked like she was serious, and he figured that it was useless to try and talk her down, so he turned around and went to the door. He took another look behind his shoulder just to make sure, and she started to walk towards him again, so he quickly went out the door and closed it behind him.
There he stood, his back against the door, breathing heavily and trying to plan his next move. He didn't think that she would call the police, but he couldn't be sure. Also, he was afraid that one of her neighbors might have heard all of the commotion. Best to just get out of there right now.
That's when he remembered his shoes.
"Damn it," he whispered to himself. His shoes were still sitting in the doorway. Those were his only pair too, and he didn't feel like shelling out the cash to buy another pair. He hadn't heard her lock the door, so he figured he could get them back before he fled the area.
Michael waited a few minutes, then turned around and once again slowly turned the doorknob. It was still unlocked, as he'd suspected. This time he took a quick peek inside before he actually entered. Nobody there, although the lights were still on. He went in and saw that his shoes hadn't been bothered. She probably hadn't noticed that they were there. He bent down and put them on, and began to tie them back up.
It was too late to get out of the way when he looked up again. He was only able to put up his arm and deflect some of the power of the baseball bat when he realized what was happening. The bat hit his arm, but glanced off and continued on its way to his head. It connected on the right side of his forehead, sending a sudden burst of pain to the area.
"Shit," he yelled, and instinctively grabbed the bat out of her hands. It wasn't very hard, since she hadn't been expecting it. He stood up and the girl backed away. Once he realized what the situation must look like he let the bat fall down to his side. "I just wanted my shoes back," he explained. He looked at the bat, and then threw it onto the floor of the living room. "Don't want to hurt you. I'll just get out of here now." With that he went out the door, and heard it lock behind him. She had gotten smart this time.
Michael figured he had no more business there and started to walk down the stairs. All of a sudden he started to feel dizzy, and his vision started to black out from the edges. He quickly sat down all the stairs and broke something. That blow to the head must have done more damage than he thought.
So he'd just sit there until the effects wore off some. He put his head between his knees and thought long and hard about how much he needed to learn how to trust his first instincts.
*To be continued*
User Reviews
Submitted by stardamage (user info) at 2005-06-22 11:18:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh. I thought you did that on purpose. I thought it was an interesting way to put it.
Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2005-06-22 03:12:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
very interesting, I'm curious to know where it's going.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-06-21 21:04:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
it's shit when good post go un-noticed...
Submitted by DaBaddestHic (user info) at 2005-06-21 16:33:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Grrr. Was supposed to be "sat down before he fell down..." I'd actually edited that sentence before posting to have it make more sense :) Oh well, can't win them all.
Submitted by stardamage (user info) at 2005-06-21 14:37:51 (#)
Ranking: 2
Needs more hits.
I liked the phrase "sat down all of the stairs".
Submitted by stardamage (user info) at 2005-06-21 14:37:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Needs more hits.
I liked the phrase "sat down all of the stairs".
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-06-21 13:41:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very cool
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-06-21 11:46:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
you have good writing skills.