Cherry Bite

Cherrybite- Miss forbidden 17

Dawn <8bite

Dawn sighed to herself as she sat; her legs tucked underneath her, a blanket across her lap, in the sitting room of her empty house. It was eerily quiet, her father had gone back to the police to be interviewed and it had been his suggestion that she stay home and rest. They had both been through a lot today he had said, before leaving her alone. Once he had left, she had gone around the house making sure all the doors and windows where locked and dragged a blanket from her. She had settled on the sofa, and turned the TV and waited for the evening news.

Dawn had not really been watching the variety of programmes and had instead been gazing out of the window. The sun had already set and only a few stray strands of pale pink remain and the silvery moon had already began its steady ascent into the night sky. She had been thinking about Nate. Was whoever took her away really bring her back? She remembered sitting, her father’s reassuring hand on her knee, as Detective Calzone told the press what had happen to her sister. When her father began to read the statement that the Detective and other officers had helped him to write, Dawn had struggled to stop herself from crying. Dawn knew nothing would come of it, but it helped to ease her pain, even if only slightly.

Now she sat, seeing the unnatural shadows casting dark and twisted shadows across the room. Slowly, Dawn rose from her sheltered position and tossed the blanket onto the sofa, before walking to the lamp that stood by the obscured doorway.

Nate <8bite

Nate sat on the armchair her chin propped up by her hands.

She was glad he’d left. She wasn’t sure how long she could pretend to ‘understand’ with ‘that’ level of proximity. Wasn’t sure she could hold off an understanding behaviour again.

When did her life become more like some tragic documentary like others on people who’d been locked in a basement for 10 years by an emotionless psychopath with a god complex. Nate hid her head in her hands. She smelt derelict- smelt like a warehouse. Her heavy lashed, cobalt eyes drifted over to the rest room before darting to the trapdoor. He hadn’t returned last night...No instead he was out tracking down an innocent cinema employee to later drown in a tank all because Julian had slept with her.

Perhaps he had something against Julian- perhaps somehow they knew each other and Julian had slept with his girlfriend and this was some form of payback..?

“Ugh” Nate couldn’t think of Julian so many things were his fault at the moment. The fact she was abducted because he was busy chatting up someone else, the fact that someone else turned out to be Steph who was further dragged into the equation and now…she was dead. Nate’s eyes lingered over to the door behind the metal shelved rack.

The fact Nate had even been at the cinema in the first place- it’d been one film she could of done without seeing.

Nate limped over to the restroom placing a hand on the chipped frame to steady herself. Inside everything seemed worn and something about the shower made her uncomfortable whether that be because it was his shower or some other subconscious reason she was too tired to acknowledge the feeling of discomfort- it felt pretty much apart of her since the last two days had some about. All she hoped now was that there was hot water.

Nate's mind reeled whilst she undressed, hanging her clothes on the door handle she'd left the shower running.

It wasn’t much of a shower...the water dribbled out deceivingly when she'd stepped in. A few seconds later there came a jolt and flash of power which caught Nate on the side of the face when the water splurged out. She gasped through the water as droplets streamed down her face before dripping off her chin. She hastily soaked her body, particularly her neck and stomach before checking her foot as it swelled and throbbed on the floor in a puddle of muddy footprints.