Thread: City Girl's Country Drug. ( Andariel and KingWizard )

Hi, Im Jack. The man spoke, his voice tinged with a soft accent. Hemmys eyes finally coming up to meet his. He was huge, at least a head taller, and his neck had to be thicker than her thigh. His massive chest probably weighed as much as her whole body and his arms could wrap around her twice. Hemmy felt so small next to him. She felt small next to most people she suppose, but now she felt miniscule. Jacks shirt clung to his thick muscular arms perfectly, and his dark wash wranglers clung perfectly to his thighs. Her eyes would dare a glance at his face, but only once. It was enough to catch his structured jaw and dark buzzed hair. He really was exceptionally good looking Perhaps even beautiful, though that would take a courageous glance that she would just not risk. Hemmingway The girl mumbled, her chin tilting closer to her chest, her eyes studying the gravel driveway her black Nikes stood against. She wasnt even sure if he heard her as he grabbed her bags and quickly darted inside saying he would take her bags for her. Hemmy had packed fairly lightly considering what she left at her mom and dads home. Two duffle bags and a carry on were all she brought. She hadnt spent a long time packing, maybe three hours. Everything was perfect though, she had made sure to have an even amount of outfits including appropriate undergarments. Hemmy hoped she would be able to go home within two weeks. She prayed she would recover quickly and go home. Margrets arm encased Hemmys shoulder, Thank you Jack! She yelled after him, pulling Hemmy towards to door to her home. Stepping through the threshold, Hemmys eyes wondered carefully. There were various people standing about, most of them men, though a few were women. All of them were dressed similarly. Dark or light wash Wranglers, cowboy boots of different styles and a patterned or solid colored button up top. To say quite frankly, Hemmy felt completely out of place, and even more so as she noticed them glance her way, give her a once over and returned to what they were doing. A black veil formed over her eyes, casting them back down onto the floor As they walked, Margret spoke animatedly beside her, her free hand moving with her every word. The house was beautiful. A rich redish brown cherry wood lined the floors with furniture to match it. The couches and chairs were all Victorian style, but more modern. The cushions were all a pale cream with wooden arms and legs to match the floor. The cushions were accompanied by thick plush lavender pillows, each one having a vintage floral print in a darker purple. Cream colored shears flowed in front of the open windows, each of which following the same pattern, held to the wall with a cherry wood rod, while the bottom edge had a purple flower embroidery. Margrets house was gorgeous, it was a typical ranch home, it was perfect. The pair made their way through the house, Margret showing Hemmy each of the rooms, informing her of who stayed in them before moving to the next. From the living room to the kitchen, to every bathroom in the house Margret had a new story. It wasnt that Hemmy didnt want to listen to her Aunt but she was exhausted. All Hemmys mind was on was a bed. All she could think about was her bed at home. Its white duvet top, a rich deep blue throw blanket always draped over the end. The combination of the two was always so inviting, so warm and comforting when her body ached, or her skin crawled. Thats Jacks room Margret explains, pointing to one of the many dark wood doors, And this, is your room. The older women smiled, opening the door before releasing Hemmys shoulder, nudging her in. The room was similar to the whole house, very simple. The windows were open and had white shears flowing in front of them, just like in the living room. On either side of the window hung a set of no light black curtains on a separate rod, just ready to be pealed over the bright light beams shimmering against the shining hardwood floor. A dark black dresser sat on one side of the room, 3 rows of drawers, making six altogether, a shiny silver pull handle in the center of each. On top of the dresser was a set of three black wax candles on one side and a black and silver merry-go-round with tiny unicorns ready to prance in circles. On the other side of the room was a bed, a huge bed. It was covered in a white quilt, embroidered with black floral printed thread. Four plush white pillows lined the top, inviting her to lay down, tempting her to sleep within them. At the end of the bed on the floor sat her two duffle bags, her carry on nestled nice and neat on top of the two. Her bags were here, yet there was no one in sight Jack Jack must be magical. Hemmy giggled softly at the thought, the first sign of any sort of happiness she had shown thus far with her Aunt. We want to help you Hemmy Her Aunt trailed as she slowly sauntered into the room she had bestowed upon her niece. You just have to let us Im always around if you need anything and Jack well Jack is so nice. Hes ready to help you too Just let us Hemmy. Hemmingways lips tweaked to the side, a nervous habit she had always had. She didnt want to let anyone in, she was only going to be there for a few weeks. She was still convinced that she would be alright by then. Unfortunate for Hemmy though, her delusions would only be able to overpower her for so long.