Chapter 1 - In My House
Gael’s POV:
There is another Rose sitting on my kitchen counter. That’s not the weird part, though. This time, there’s not a note on my counter with it.
For the past two weeks, I have been coming home, to my locked house, and finding roses with a note attached in random areas of my home. How they are getting there, I don’t know. I also don’t really care.
Having just recently been released from prison, not much can shake me. Hell, I was there for seven years for beating some guy within an inch of his life because he hit a girl who happened to be a friend of mine. Unfortunately for me, he came from an extremely privileged background, so he used daddy’s money to get the best lawyer he could. That lawyer not only got him out of trouble for assaulting my friend, but landed me in prison for seven damn years. Did I deserve it? Maybe. But that man should’ve been jailed too after hitting a woman.
Needless to say I saw a lot of... things while I did my time, so very few things get to me anymore. The roses and notes were weird at first, but nothing I was worried about. A rose by itself is even weirder, and it is making me question if I should just turn right back around and stay out again tonight because I don’t really want to deal with this at the moment.
It seems my judgement is a bit clouded tonight, though, because I suddenly find myself walking straight towards the rose that has found its place on my kitchen counter. As I approach it, I look around my kitchen to see if I can find anything else that might be out of place. Everything else looks exactly as I left it, just as I expected.
In these past two weeks, the only thing that has been different when I’ve entered my home was the roses and the notes. Something feels different about tonight. And it’s not just the fact that there is not a note with the rose. It feels like something, someone, is watching me. Unfortunately for whoever that is, I don’t have any more cares left for the night, for the week, at this point, for the next ten years. So, I simply pick up the rose, place it on the growing pile of roses on my kitchen table, and walk upstairs. I’ll deal with it tomorrow, or the next day, maybe the day after that. Who knows, it’ll be a surprise for everyone.
Just as I was about to turn and enter my room, I saw a shadow down the hallway. Turning towards the shadow, I did a double take to make sure that I really saw something. Yup. Without a doubt there is someone standing at the end of my hallway right now. Releasing a sigh, I just stood there, contemplating what I was going to do.
I’m not scared of whoever is in my home. I presume that they are the one who have been leaving the roses and notes -- the notes that have been very vague.
That white shirt looks good on you
You should wear the cologne in the small black bottle more often, it smells the best
That plant in the corner of your house needs less water, or it’s going to die
That blonde girl looks stuck up, you should stay away from her
Green is your color, makes your eyes pop
Judging the build of the person in my house, it is a woman. A fairly tall woman. I’m 6′2, and this girl looks like she’s maybe two or three inches shorter than me. If that.
And now she’s walking towards me. This is not what I wanted to be doing tonight. I just wanted to come home, take a shower and go to bed. I guess so. Maybe she’ll turn out to be crazy and hit me hard enough to knock me out so I can have a good nights sleep.
Watching her as she gets closer, I can’t really see her face. She has a hoodie on, and since it’s dark, she’s managing to stay in the shadows pretty well.
“Listen,” I start, “If you’re not here to rob me, or kill me, you know, something extreme like that, then can you please leave? You’re kind of interrupting me going to sleep at the moment.”
I can see her visibly snicker at that, but still, she just continues to just slowly stalk towards me. Screw this. I’m going to bed.
Turing away from her, I opened my bedroom door and walked into my room. I threw my keys down on my bedside table, followed by my phone after plugging it in, and then walked over to my closet so I could change my pants. I grabbed a pair of blue shorts, threw my shoes into the corner, stripped out of my shirt and pants, and lazily put them on.
I can hear my newest intruder looking around my room as I changed, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“So, you can stay, or leave, preferably leave, but I’m going to bed. There might be some food downstairs. I don’t really know to be honest, have at it though.” I say as I walk towards the foot of my bed.
Looking back, I find my intruder friend right behind me. As I go to walk away so I can finally lie down, she grabs my arm and turns me towards her. That’s when I notice she has taken off her hood, and I can very clearly see her face. Don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty, beautiful even. But I’m really tired, and the only thing I want to see right now is the back of my eye lids.
Unfortunately, it seems I’m never going to get that tonight. As I study her more, I notice that she looks really familiar. I can’t place where I’ve seen her before, though. After all, I have been locked up for the past seven years.
She has dark green eyes, so dark I almost mistook them for brown at first. Her hair is very clearly a light brown, but I can’t tell how long because she has it in a bun on top of her head. Doesn’t look like she put very much effort in to it either, which in my opinion only adds to her appeal. As I continue to stare at her, I notice the very tip of a scar peeking out from under her shirt that looks like it runs along her collar bone. That one probably has an interesting story.
Unless it was something boring such as she got in a car accident. It would be way funnier if a turkey attacked her, and she had to fight to fend it off. Something along those lines would make a better story.
When she finally let go of my arm, I noticed that she had a note in her hand. A note that looked very similar to the ones that I had been receiving these past two weeks. I watched as she turned her head up to look me in the eyes, while also placing her hand on my chest and pushing me back. At first I didn’t move, but quite frankly, I don’t have the energy to do this tonight.
She slowly pushed me back into the wall, and that was when she finally spoke.
“You should’ve worn the green shorts.”
She whispered it so quietly, if it hadn’t been dead silent in the rest of my house, I wouldn’t have heard her. Without letting another moment pass, she shoved the note into my hand, stared me dead in the eyes for one last second, and then turned and walked out of my room.
I stood standing there for another moment, and it wasn’t until I heard my back door close that I finally started moving again. Looking down at the note in my hand, I slowly opened it up, and saw that it was a little bit longer than the rest had been.
For whatever reason, you have become an infatuation of mine. That is a problem for me, because I’m not supposed to have any distractions, and you are proving to be a big one. I have a goal; one that you are preventing me from reaching, Gael.
Until next time,
The Rose
