You Got Me (12 page)

“
Yes, I was,” I admitted shamelessly.

She shook her head at me, and tried to look mad, but I could tell she wasn't. She bit her lip to keep from smiling. She walked over to grab a towel, and she stumbled a little. I could tell that she was tipsy. She didn't have much to drink, so I knew she was a lightweight.

“Do you want to do some shots?” she asked.

“
I don't know if you need any more alcohol,” I said as I climbed out of the pool.

She pushed out her lip and pretended to pout. “C'mon. It'll be fun.”

“Fine,” I agreed. “But before we do, you have to eat. You don't need to drink on an empty stomach.”

Roxy called and ordered a pizza while I dried off. She came back and told me she ordered a meat lovers without pepperoni. She proceeded to tell me that she doesn't
like
pepperoni, and I laughed. Who doesn't like pepperoni? Seriously? She went upstairs to shower and I waited around for the pizza. I tried not to think of her naked while she showered, but I couldn't help it.

When she came back downstairs, she was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I already missed the bikini.

I walked upstairs and took a shower since the pizza hadn't came. When I came back down stairs, Roxy was waiting for me at the bar.

“
Do you want a beer?” she asked.

“
Yes, please.” Pizza and beer has to be the best combination ever.

She popped the top on a beer and handed it to me. I've never heard of the brand before, but it looked expensive.

“You drink water,” I told her before she could grab anything else.

“
Yes, sir,” she laughed.

Once she sat down, we both grabbed a piece of pizza and began eating.

“This is the best pizza ever,” she moaned as she took another bite.

“
I told you that you were hungry.”

“
I must be,” she agreed. “You know, Chicago truly has the best pizza. Nothing is better than thick Chicago crust.”

“
I've never been to Chicago before,” I admitted. “Actually, I've hardly been anywhere.”

“
Out of all the places I have been, I would have to say that Alabama is my favorite.” She took a sip of her water. “Chicago is so busy. Even when I was in school, it wasn't so great. The teachers just don't care. Nobody does.”

“
I do love Alabama,” I agreed.

Really, being in Alabama wasn't so bad. I had my family, friends, and of course, Roxy, and that was enough for me. I didn't need a fancy house, or a brand new car to feel complete. I just needed someone to love.

Roxy ate 2 slices of pizza, which was a lot for her, and I ate 5. I probably should have stopped after 3, but I couldn't. It was so good. We decided not to drink anymore, and instead crashed in the “theater room”, as Roxy called it. The room was decent sized, and in the front they had a mini theater screen. We decided on an action movie. 5 minutes into the movie, Roxy fell asleep on my lap.

I watched the whole movie, and then carried Roxy to her room. When I sat her down on her bed, she opened her eyes and reached out for me. “Stay,” she asked.

“I can't. Your parents...”

“
They won't mind,” she said, sleepily.

I hesitated, but finally climbed into bed beside her. She curled up next to me and fell right back asleep. I wasn't really that sleepy yet, so I pulled out my phone. When I unlocked the screen, I still had my Google search pulled up. I clicked on the first news article.

September 3

35 year old Sarah Bradford attempted to kill her 16 year old daughter, Emma Bradford. According to police reports Sarah cut young Emma from the top of her ribcage all the way down her stomach and to her leg. She cut her completely open and then started pulling out her intestines.

Police showed up a few hours later when Sarah called the cops. She told police that it wasn't her daughter, it was a demon. She reportedly told police, “I was trying to cut the demon out of her. I just want my baby back.” Sarah Bradford has been taken into police custody.

Her daughter Emma is in critical condition. Doctor's say that she has about a 50% chance of survival. Police say this isn't the first time that Sarah has hurt Emma. She also has cut, and burn marks on her hands, and feet. She has a long road of recovery ahead of her, physically, and mentally.

Today was Emma's sixteenth birthday. She is in all of our prayers.

I wanted to cry for Roxy. Her mom was sick and twisted. I locked my phone, unable to look at any more articles. I was sick to my stomach from what I read.

I looked at Roxy's hands. They looked perfect. There wasn't a scar on them. I turned them over and looked at her palms, and that's when I saw the marks. There was a big circle in the middle of her hand. It looked like she was burnt over and over again. There were cut marks all over her hand as well.

Roxy stirred, and I froze. She scooted closer and fell right back asleep. She snored quietly, and I had to admit, it was cute.

What happened to me? I'm lying in bed with a girl, watching her sleep! A girl who a couple of hours ago begged me to have my way with her, and I refused, saying I wanted our first time to be special. Wow, I've turned into a girl.

I looked at Roxy's arms. The ink was worn off from writing on them, but they were still red from the pressure. She wrote hard enough to draw blood. It scared me, because there was nothing I could do.

I decided right then and there that I would fix her. If it was the last thing I did, I would fix Roxy. With a satisfied nod, I quickly fell asleep.

ROXY

When I woke up, I had the strangest feeling that somebody was watching me. I opened my eyes and looked straight into Aiden's eyes. I had to admit, his blue eyes were kind of wonderful to wake up to. I could definitely get used to this.

“
Hi, beautiful.” He gently kissed my lips.

Yep, I'm officially a morning person. “Hey.”

“You're kind of cute when you sleep.” He smiled. “Did you know your snore?”

I was sure that my face was blushing. “I do not.”

“Do too,” he countered. “But I promise it's a really adorable snore.”

“
Were you watching me sleep?” I joked, raising my eyebrows.

“
Maybe...” he half-laughed, half-coughed.

“
Creepy, dude.”

“
Well, maybe if you didn't snore, I could get some sleep.” He sat up on the bed, pretending to be mad at me. “Really, I should be mad at you for keeping me awake. Maybe you should see a sinus doctor or something.”

I rolled my eyes, and got up too. “Well, why don't you sleep now, while I go eat breakfast?”

“Breakfast?”

“
My mom cooks amazing pancakes,” I teased. “I'll try to save you some, but I don't know. They're kind of like chips... You can't eat just one... I'll see you in a few hours. That is,
if
you're feeling up to it.”

I started to walk towards the door, but Aiden scooped me up and threw me on the bed like I weighed nothing. I didn't mind, though. I had quite a few fantasies that started with him throwing me onto the bed, and then him having his way with me. But, he didn't come ravish me.

“Last one downstairs is a rotten egg,” he said, and then took off.

I jumped off the bed and raced him down the stairs. I was surprised when I passed him on the last step. I turned around and teased him. “Awe, can the football player not keep up.” I laughed and continued running towards the kitchen. Just as I turned the last corner, he tackled me to the ground. He did it in such a way that I actually fell on top of him. It was really cute.

“Tie?” he asked.

I nodded my head, and looked at his lips. I was about to kiss him when Emily emerged from the doorway. “Breakfast is done,” she said, giving me an amused look.

I quickly got off of him, and he followed me into the kitchen.

We both loaded up our plates. I grabbed 3 pancakes, some bacon, and a huge glass of milk. Aiden looked at me like there was no way I could eat all the food on my plate.

“Emily is trying to fatten me up,” I shrugged. “I always eat way more than I should when I'm at home.”

“
Yeah right,” he laughed. “I bet you won't even eat half.”

“
I'll eat more than half. I'll eat it all.” I was confident. He didn't know how yummy the pancakes were.

“
I feel a bet coming on.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. What's my prize if I eat them all.”

“Me,” he said, cockily.

I couldn't hold back the giggle.

“I'll be your slave for the day. If you can eat them all.”

“
Slave, huh?” I raised my eyebrow. “Challenge accepted.”

“
Wait, what do I get if I win?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “We've been over this. You aren't going to win. I am.”

He glared at me.

“
Fine. If you win, and that's a big if, I will clean Gary's side of your dorm room.” Something that would benefit us both.

“
No,” he shook his head. “If I win, you have to wear nothing but that little red bikini for the rest of the day.”

I gulped. I didn't like that. Sure, the alcohol last night had made me feel more confident, but there was no way I could do it all day. “I don't know...”

“I thought you couldn't lose,” he provoked me.

“
Fine.” I looked at my plate, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. How did I manage to get myself in situations like this? Seriously. He looked at me with those big blue eyes, and I was like putty in his hands. I swear, he could make me agree to anything.

We sat down at the table in front of Emily. Steve had already left for the hospital, and Emily was about to leave for her job too.

“Are you two going to behave yourselves today?” She asked both of us as she was getting up. My plate wasn't even half empty and I felt like I was going to explode. I blamed Aiden. My stomach was always in knots around him.

I took a big bite of my pancake before answering. “When do I ever misbehave?”

Emily laughed. “I'm serious. You two be good.”

She gave me a big hug, and then left the kitchen.

Aiden eyed me. “You don't look so good.”

“
Must. Finish.” I said, forking down another bite of pancake.

“
It doesn't count if you get sick after and throw up. In order for you to win, you must be able to hold your food down.”

I rolled my eyes. “Those are stupid rules.” I looked at my plate, and then I looked over at Aiden. “Fine! I lose. I can't eat it all.”

He smiled, and I swear it was worth losing to see him smile like that. “You have exactly 3 minutes to have that bikini on. And it doesn't come off until midnight! No cheating!”

I complained, but I ran up the stairs to change. I swear his main joy in life was torturing me. But I smiled. I kind of liked his “torture”.

THIRTEEN

AIDEN

When Roxy walked down the stairs in her little red bikini, I was beginning to rethink my sanity. Seeing her in that all day was going to be torturous. She even had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, which I decided was adorable on her. She always wore her hair down, like she was trying to hide her face. Now that I could see it all, I could see just how beautiful she really was.

Must be good,
I told myself over and over again.

“
You are absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. Once again, she shivered in my arms. I knew right then that I was going to be very bad today. I took a step back from her. “So, what do you want to do today?”

She stood there, staring at me for me minute. I think she was stunned by what just happened. “Um, we're only an hour away from the beach, if you want to go.”

I thought about it, but shook my head. No way in hell I was letting Roxy go out in public in her little bikini. I didn't think I could handle it if other guys were looking at her. “I'd rather keep you here, all to myself.”

She bit her lip to keep from smiling. I couldn't help but look at her lips. I swear, she got more beautiful everyday. “You know, my parents won't be home until after 5.”

I groaned, and threw my head back. How was I going to resist her for the next 6 hours?

“
Let's go swimming,” I suggested.

“
Meet you at the pool.”

She walked towards the back, and I ran up the stairs to get changed. I gave myself a couple extra minutes to cool off. When I went to the pool room, Roxy was swimming laps. I jumped in and began to swim around.

“Do you guys have a net for the pool?” I asked, curiously. “Water volleyball is fun.”