Ch: 3 What is he?

Rhea's POV

Okay Rhea, hold it together, let's stay rational okay? Alright so, right now there is an unconscious guy, laying on the floor of MY bedroom, inside MY house, and from which he came out of nowhere at all! Yeah, that's not weird at all, except the fact that he was able to climb two stories up high, with no trees around, no bricks, or anything to support climbing the wall, no ladder out the window, and not even a trampoline, I mean how normal could this get me! I groaned loudly, trying to wrack my brain for a way to deal with this..unusual situation.

Should I call the police? No, news spreads fast in my neighborhood and I can't let my parents worry or else they will never leave me home alone again without supervision, and I am not having that at the age of 18, is that okay? No. Is it worth my life? Absolutely.

I can't call a neighbor or relative either, they will contact my parents or even the police, I can't even call my friends because they are one hundred percent hibernating by now, the heaviest sleepers I have ever known. Damn it, if only I could, I would have acted like Rapunzel right about now, however, I do question my capabilities of being able to carry him.

Looking at his firm build, I doubt I am even able to move him an inch, let alone pull him up on a chair and tie him firmly, plus, I am missing the long hair aspect. I groan again out of frustration for my lack of resourcefulness in this dreadful condition, yeah my British side is showing up. 

Maybe the best option after all is calling the cops. I hurriedly ran searching for my phone and when I found it, I found out that...it is not charged. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME NOW GOD! DO YOU WANT ME DEAD THAT BAD?!

My train of thoughts instantly stopped the moment I sensed the collapsed man on the floorboard slightly shift around, and instantly, every inch of my body grew extremely anxious by that faint movement, I could hear my own heart hammer in my chest so quickly, I am sure I would be mistaken for someone who just ran a 10-mile race with wild animals chasing me.

I knew if he woke up, with his apparent body structure, he could snap my neck in seconds! I don't wanna die so soon, I am really too young! I wish I acted quick and went to a neighbor or something, if he wakes up what will I do then, and I can't even move my body because of how tense I am feeling.

You know this feeling when you are sneaking your phone with you at night and you suddenly hear your mom's footsteps so close to the door that you can't do anything about and she just enters and you are looking so stupidly at her without moving an inch? YEAH! THAT'S WHATS HAPPENING NOW.

But why? Why did it have to be my window, was it possibly on purpose? Was he going to hurt me before falling senseless to the ground? Was Lena behind this? And speaking of, why did he suddenly fall unconscious with no obvious wounds on his body? No signs of blood at all..Was it the cause of fatigue? What fatigue Rhea, you aren't even thinking straight, he could have just GONE to his house you idiot!

And why even climb ,or whatever way he got up here, a window in the first place, shouldn't he have fainted before he mysteriously made it up here. None of this made sense, it never could and never will, it was all so...nonsensical, almost like I am in a dream, though I am pretty sure the deafening beating of my heart would scratch that possibility immediately. At least one mystery solved am I right?

While I was deep in thought, pondering to myself, trying to answer these worrisome questions that wouldn't leave my already muddled up head, I had completely missed the actions of the man gradually regaining consciousness. He was groggily opening his hazy eyes with feeble attempts of raising his upper body, steadily and slowly, he successfully sat up straight. 

He was constantly blinking his eyelids trying to clear up his blurry vision away and raised his large hands in a shaky movement up to his head, unsteadily pressing it between his palms, and seemingly struggling to remember the last memory he could get ahold of. The moment a weak groan left his lips, I was alert once again, however this time it was worst, I was too startled and instinctively released a high-pitched cry, that had hopefully not alarmed any of the slumbered neighbors or hopefully it did? I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ANYMORE!

The man who seemed light-headed a second ago grew tense and was instantly alarmed by my irregular shriek. He abruptly stood up on his feet which wobbled for a swift second before he was able to have some control over them and alarmingly stood up straight, evidently on his guard as he scanned the unfamiliar surrounding he was placed in. Once his glaring eyes caught ahold of my panicky ones, my breathing once again picked up on its pace, and my head was thumping not knowing at all what to do.

I could finally feel my legs again and slowly aimed my feet towards the door, before I knew it, my feet was rushing for the door like my life depended on it, which it obviously did!! But before I could make it, the door suddenly got shut, and locked. Huh? Excuse me? I kept on pulling at the door handle, but it wouldn't open! Why won't it open!! THERE WASN'T EVEN A LOCK! How did it...My mind was thumping so hard I thought I would faint any time and the acceleration of my heart rose higher than before. I slowly turned, my back facing the door, and my hand resting on the handle, grabbing it tightly.

We were like this for the past 5 minutes, his eyes were roaming my trembling petite figure this entire time, trying to decide whether I was some nasty menace that is threatening his almighty existence or just a rabbit looking for it's hole, and honestly, I was offended! He thinks that I, a 5'5 girl with a pale appearance and not a single muscle in her body, would hold a candle to a man such as himself? Is he brainless or what? Had the crash turned him into a complete imbecile to have such ridiculous thoughts roaming his mind? 

Once he was done with his ''observation'', his glare still strong and fixed straight into my eyes, "Who are you" He asked rather demandingly with a gruff voice which caused an echo in the quiet room, it was the first time I had heard him talk since he intruded here and I was somewhat surprised at the beginning until my brain seemed to register the meaning of his words and I frowned, unhappy about his question. Who am I? Is he serious right now? He is asking me for MY identity instead of offering out his first as though HE WASN'T SOME COMPLETE STRANGER IN MY HOUSE!

He scowled at my lack of response, like I ever owed him one in the first place! I could sense my forehead muscles clenching together, feeling ticked off by his behavior, frightening or not, he has no right to trespass and demand answers from me as if I was his slave, always at his beck and call. I may sound this brace, but my body was still slightly shaking.

I gathered up my courage and began to argue back, "Me? I think you are missing the picture here pal. I was not the one to break into somebody else's house and ask them who they were, if anything, I should be the one asking who YOU are. And why in the world is the door locked, how did it...close like this" I retaliated, my voice still shaky at what happened just now.

He seemed bewildered at my sudden response as though he never expected anyone to talk back to him this way however immediately after recovering from his shock, he began glaring, this time fiercer, "You are in no position to ask for my identity whatsoever human, you should be aware of your lowly standard here" He spit out menacingly.

Shock wasn't enough to describe my state of mind at all right now. I was always sensitive to details, whether it came to choice of words or to being oriented. So, did he just say 'human'? As if...as if he wasn't one himself... no no no, stay calm, that must have been a slip of the tongue, that's right, it's just a slip of the tongue, or so I hope.

"What do you mean you "human" and you say that yet I am pretty sure you're the only person in this room who is in no position to ask questions here. If you don't like this then how about you leave from where you came" This time I demanded, pointing my finger towards the window he came in from.. I don't know where this all came from, but my shakiness and fear just calmed down? He hasn't done anything to harm me and he seems so confused, maybe he mixed up windows?

The look on his face could be read as pure anger, I was slightly shaken but held my ground nonetheless, my back still pressed to the door. Why does it feel like no one has ever got to him like this, like he wasn't used to it at all? You see, I am not exaactly the type of person to not talk back, which is, yes, a very bad thing, but it became such a prominent trait in me. If he thinks everyone is gonna kowtow at his presence then he definitely hasn't met me yet.

As soon as he was about to argue back, he started coughing hysterically, blood spattering on the carpets and some made it's way to my pale cheeks. I was confounded, but my legs automatically moved as I hurried swiftly to him in an attempt to check if he is alright, which he obviously wasn't.

I am not so heartless as to ignore his frantic bloody coughs even after how he talked to me, or the fact that he just broke in my house. I was not aiming to become a doctor for nothing, just standing there wasn't in my agenda, and I was too compassionate for my own good. Plus, my job is to heal, be it good or evil.

The second my hands touched his back in an attempt to stabilize him, he tensed and swatted my hands away from his body, I was shocked however mostly angered, I was just trying to offer some help yet he shoved me away so harshly. His coughs were getting worst by the second and I could notice his eyes were growing dull. "Are you alright? Okay, you obviously aren't. You need to go to the doctor! If you continue being this stubborn you might faint again or even worse!" I cried out loud so he could hear me over his heavy coughs.

He disregarded my incessant screams and continued to cough and shove me away every time I got closer to him, what is wrong with this guy, how can he be like this!? Once I stubbornly tried to get closer one more time, he fainted on the spot. I was speechless, does he think he could faint and wake up anytime he wants now?

I groaned for the thousand's time today and was thinking of what I could do. Well, I could call the ambulance, they can take care of him, however, I know they will start asking questions about how he is related to me and if he isn't then how is he here and ask for the entire situation and whatnot, I can't lie to the police so scratch that thought. Plus my phone is not charged and the door...is still locked, I almost forgot about that creepy part. I shivered just by thinking about it.

I guess I could try taking care of him till he decides to wake up, he didn't attack me a few minutes ago and he also doesn't seem to know who I am, so I think I am safe. For now. Plus, this could be some practice for my doctor skills, I have never taken care of a patient before. And I honestly can't leave the guy like this, not like I can leave anyways..Is it me? Or is this turning into a Rapunzel movie?

It literally took me 1 hour just to move him from the floor on to my bed. 1 entire hour! When I tell you this guy is heavy, he is really heavy, no questions asked! I stretched my back multiple times, trying to make it feel better after bending it so much. I glanced at the clock to check the time only to discover that it's almost 4 A.M in the morning and I haven't slept a wink for school today! I grumbled, growing tired of today's events that are occurring out of nowhere, oh lord, please help this poor soul out, I won't be able to deal with this guy when he wakes up.

I let out a heavy sigh as I take a look towards the bed only to see the man's face getting extremely pale and seemingly out of breath with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. I sighed again, stood up, and left for the bathroom in the room to get some cold water and a towel, the faster he heals, the quicker he disappears, wow that rhymed. Once I settled the towel on his forehead and placed the basin of water on the floor, I pulled a seat from the corner of my room and sat beside the bed.

It was the first time I had carefully observed him since the moment he broke in, and now that I look at him, he is quite handsome, more than anyone I have seen either on social media or in real life, not like I have seen any. I sat there admiring his features until my heavy eyelids shut tight and I drifted off to sleep beside the attractive man. Really though, who is he?

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