Roman~ June 9

I was pulled out of my deep slumber by the sound of my phone ringing. I groaned as I reached out my arm and slapped my hand around on the nightstand, trying to find my phone without looking. Eventually, though, the ringing persisted, and I was having no luck finding it blind. I turned my head and propped myself up on my elbow so I could see the table beside my bed but found no phone. I quickly realized that it wasn't even in my room. Sitting up, I looked around my room still half asleep. My gazed happened to catch the glowing numbers on the clock, and my eyes bulged at the time. 11:03 AM.

"Shit! I'm so fucking late!" I yelled as I scrambled to just untangled from the blankets. Nearly falling on my face in the process, I managed to stumble to the door. When I twisted the handle, it clicked as It unlocked and I paused for a second to stare at it. "Did I lock this last night?" I asked my self as I tried to remember. I quickly recalled that fact that I was late and rushed out of the room. I bumped into the wall as I made my way to the bathroom. Before I got there, I stopped and turned back down the short hallway.

"Where am I going? I'm 4 hours late. I don't have time for a shower!"

Just then my phone started ringing again as I passed the doorway leading to the living room. I immediately stopped and gasped at the bloody horror seem in my front room. The events of last night came back, and I jerked my head towards the couch where I had left the man last.

Surprisingly enough, he was still there. He had hardly moved if at all. The man was still laying on his back with the blanket I had laid over him still in place. I dared to take a few hesitant strides towards the couch till I could peer down at his face. He was currently sleeping. Thank god. His brown hair was greasy and stuck out it every direction. His skin glistened with the sweat that coated his body. His face had more color to it then it had last night, but he still seemed a little pale. His chest rose and fell slowly without any problems, telling me he was breathing just fine.

I realized my cell phone was still ringing and glanced around for it. I didn't see it anywhere and decided to look under the coach. I knelt down, casting a quick look at my wounded intruder, and bent over so I could see under the coach. Sure enough, there it was. Vibrating across the floor, screen lit up to display who was calling. I felt my heart beat spike when as I pulled it out and saw the name "Kane" on screen. Kane was a friend from work.

I sat back on my heels as I debated whether or not to answer. Part of me reasoned that I needed to tell him I was okay since he was probably freaking out that I hadn't shown up at work and hadn't given him any warning. While the other half was scared of what he was going to say about my absences and how I was going to explain it. I couldn't very well tell him "Oh sorry! A man with glowing eyes and gunshot wound in his side broke into my house and tried to kill me! Instead of calling the police I performed surgery and removed the bullet. Oh, and we can't forget the fact that blue smoke was coming out of the wound!"

Nope. That definitely wouldn't go over very well.

My internal bantering took to long, and the call ended before I could make up my mind. I let out a relieved sigh and started to get up. The phone rang again, and I nearly threw it across the room. I took a second to calm my heart and then answered the phone.

"H-hello?" I tried to sound casual, but I couldn't stop the stutter in my voice.

"Roman? Finally! Where the hell have you been?! I've been trying to call you all morning! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" The voice on the other end of the line was full of worry and relief. "Are you okay? I was almost ready to call the police to make sure no one had broken into your house and murdered you in your sleep."

I let out a nervous laugh and glanced at my almost murderer who was still asleep on my coach. "No, no, I'm fine. I just. . . um..." Shit. What was I supposed to tell him? "I wasn't feeling very well when I got home last night. So I took some medicine to help me sleep, and I ended up sleeping through my alarm. I woke up just a few minutes ago." I rubbed the back of my neck and chewed on the inside of my lip as I waited to see if he bought my lie. The end of the line was silent for a minute before I hear Kane's voice again.

"Are you serious? You've been asleep this entire time?" I heard him let out a sigh of relief "And here I thought you were laying on your living room floor bleeding to death."

I wasn't, but someone almost did. I think as I glance at the person. Just as I look at him, he let out a low groan and shifted around a bit. I yelp and jump to my feet.

"What was that? Roman?"

"Nothing. I just tripped." I felt bad about lying to him, but I couldn't tell him what was really happening. "I got to go. I'll talk to you later." I said quickly, but before I can end the call, I hear Kane yell something.

"Wait wait!"

I bring the phone back to my ear to hear what he has to say since I know he would just call me back if I hung up on him. "What is it?" There was a hint of panic in my voice as the man on my coach started to wake up.

"I was just going to tell you that I'll be at your house in 5 minutes."