Page 10 of My Kind of Monster
I know that I have not looked in his eyes. Yet somehow, I do not know how exactly, I feel like the man in front of me is a different kind of monster all together.
He drops to his knees in front of me and there’s nowhere for me to run anymore. I’m cornered, backed up into a wall, and all I can do is shake with fear.
But he pulls the blanket off the floor and covers me with it. I follow his hands as he slowly tucks the blanket close to my body. Then, one rough hand comes closer and closer to my face and I still, a shallow breath getting trapped in my lungs, my muscles tense. He brushes my matted hair away from my face and that delicate, kind gesture shocks me. Before I can stop myself, my gaze shoots up, straight to his eyes.
I’m frozen.
Time stops.
The earth stops spinning.
The world becomes silent.
I am caught in the dark gaze of the man kneeling in front of me and all I can see is the deep blue sea.
I feel like I'm drowning.
I know in every fiber of my being that I am right. This man is a different monster all together. Terrifying, ruthless, demanding, unapologetic, and so goddamn beautiful it hurts my broken soul. My body is suddenly covered in goosebumps and I can feel them settle straight into my core.
Then I see them... in his eyes, his demons calling for mine.
My kind of monster.
