There is someone in my room

Chapter 10

Charlie

It was hot, super fucking hot. Playing with the stupid thermostat hadn’t helped, either. No matter how cold I turned the dial, this insufferable heat I felt just kept intensifying. Today, like the last three days in a row, I woke with sweaty armpits and drenched sheets, let’s not mention the disgusting mess that was my panties and tank top, they never stood a chance.  

I was so out of my element it was a joke. I would give my left nut, if I had one, what was the equivalent of a nut for a female, tits maybe, hmm.

Insert groan here, too much thinking. Fuck if I knew what the equivalent of a guy's nuts was.  Anyway, whatever it was, I would give that for someone to explain to me in great detail what the hell was going on with me.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, the other changes I thought were kinda awesome, like the increase in strength. I practically lifted my bed a couple of days ago when I couldn’t find one of my shoes. It was by accident, but what a fucking fantastic accident it turned out to be. When I realize I was lifting an iron metal bed that was twice my size, with one hand, mind you, I almost pissed myself. It had completely blown my mind.

That wasn’t the coolest new ability though, I had heightened hearing, a new revolting fascination with red meat which was sparse in this place and my favorite of all was the golden flecks in my emerald eyes that made me look exotic, one had to look closely to see it but, I knew it was there. Any teenager worth a lick of salt could testify to spending too much time in the mirror, not that I was vain or anything, but my eyes were always my best feature, not my wide hips or c-cup breast, ok maybe my ass.

But I digress. This heat was awful. I felt like a thermostat at its highest level.

“Ugh,” I groaned as searing pained lit a fire within my body. Maybe my description was wrong. It was more like a volcanic eruption of fire burning lava. Yeah, that sounds about right. I was experiencing molten lava, blazing an inferno inside my body. Fuck, I was so screwed if this continued. How the hell was I going to escape and take Riley with me.

As the day flew by I opted to stay in my room. It was easier than being around the others, particularly a curious Francis, aka Aragorn, who always seemed to be in my business. It terrified me to think he might discover what I was and I would end up in a lab in no time, not that I knew what I was. I had my suspicions, of course, and the dreams I had kept pointing me toward a werewolf. So I did what any normal teenager would do, research and yes, my research comprised me watching Twilight. It was the only available reference I could rationally think of.

My thoughts, fuck Edward, I was team Jacob all the way, what with the hot ripped body, and the bonus of him turning into an enormous wolf. What more could a girl ask for. A frown marred my brows as I watched in disgust as Bella choose Edward—I guess a skinny, pale vampire was more her thing. Bella’s taste sucked on so many levels.

All I got from the movies so far besides the fact that vampires were weird as shit and glittered in the sunlight was that Jacob’s abilities were like the ones I experience so far, so there was that. As I contemplated watching the last installment of the franchise. I realized I would have to return the tv I borrowed from the wreck room yesterday.

I had snuck in the rec room while everyone was playing chess or watching Harry school some unsuspecting moron, dim-witted enough to play that old sneaky goose.

It's not like they used it anyway, most of the time everyone preferred to play board games than watched tv. I was a millennial, so sue me if I rather watched mindless tv than play games like I was in a retirement home.

“Hey, sleepyhead, why are you still in here, it’s almost one,” Riley says as she enters my room, completely catching me by surprise. I had left the door unlocked because I knew she would come eventually when she saw I hadn’t appeared for breakfast or lunch. She hurries to the side of my bed when she sees me curled up in a ball, with just cotton panties and a tank. Touching my heated forehead in concern. She stares at me as if just by looking she could tell what was wrong. It was the strangest look she has ever had on her face. At the smallest touch of her fingers, and instantly, it feels ten times better than I have in days. A groan leaves my lips at the cold tingles racing across my forehead from her fingers. How the hell did she do that and could she do it until I fall asleep. God, how I wish she could stay in here, if only. I didn’t voice any of this, too scared about what was going to happen in the next few hours.

Riley ended up staying for a while, keeping me company, applying cold compresses to my heated forehead, hoping to cool me down. It helped soothe me for a time until the burning sensation grew to an overwhelming degree; I didn’t want Riley to be scared, so I told her I was much better. She left a few minutes later, instructing me to rest, clucking like a mother hen on her way out the door.

I laid in bed contemplating whether to watch Breaking Dawn, when my eyes closed in exhaustion, for several minutes I fought falling asleep, at the back of my mind I felt restless like I had forgotten to do something, all too soon I was falling into oblivion.

A startled cry escaped my lips as pain ripped through my body. Tears pool in my eyes as I desperately try to muffle my screams as the burning sensation courses through my veins. My eyes open to a darkened room. I peered up at the sky through the part in the drapes to see the full moon beckoning brightly at me. A scream slips from my lips as I feel pressure on my lower half. Suddenly, a huge, callused palm covers my mouth. 

What the fuck!