LOST GIRL.
❝ And here I thought the worst thing that could happen this weekend was facing Michael again. ❞
Bo Patton, above all other things, was lost.
For the past year her life has been in shambles, from her boyfriend confirming al...
LOST GIRL; CHAPTER FOURTEEN don't need your reasons
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February 2015
Barely even a minute after Michael left, Bo had managed to pull herself together. She could probably cry for a much longer time than she had, but she was tired of crying. She never liked doing it much, but emotions running high it was a lot easier to just let it happen than not and with him leaving, it was a little easier to calm down.
Not that Ashley's presence helped.
Bo wanted to scream, hit, kick... probably a few other things too just looking at her, so she opted not to look around the room after she cleared her vision.
Emily had pulled back a bit, sitting beside Bo on the desk as they shifted to sit better, their sides pressing together entirely as Bo leaned her head onto Emily's shoulder. Emily wrapped an arm around Bo's shoulders in return.
"I thought that.. that he was going to help us...." Emily uttered, breaking the silence the room had fallen into.
"Who?" Sam asked, "The flamethrower dude?"
Bo felt Emily nod.
"Now we don't have a chance."
Bo was tempted to agree, but she knew they had a slim chance ─ and she wasn't talking about Michael's hopes of getting the cable car keys from Josh or his body. The ranger service had to be coming for them at dawn. They knew they were in trouble up on the mountain, they just couldn't get through the storm until dawn.
"No, guys, it just means we've got to be tough. We gotta do this on our own."
"I don't know if I can." Bo mumbled, not sure if it was loud enough for Sam to hear.
Emily had heard her though and held her tighter. Bo shifted, pulling herself out from under Emily's arm and leaned back entirely against the wall. Emily put her hand on her knee, rubbing her thumb to let Bo know she was still there.
The two of them had gone silent again, listening as Sam talked to Chris.
Bo kept her gaze on her lap, where her fingers were tangled together, dirt and blood covering them.
"Hey, what happened out there?"
"You don't want to know."
Bo didn't, but she wasn't going to stop listening if Chris suddenly started talking about it. She knew he wouldn't and that Sam wasn't going to push for him to. Sam may not have encountered the Wendigo, but Bo and Emily had and could at least come to their own conclusions of what had happened.
They'd seen what it could do first hand.
Sam asked if Chris was okay. Bo started tuning them out as he briefly started mentioning the stranger's death. She didn't do it intentionally as she was curious to know if her thoughts lined up with what had actually happened, but other thoughts took over.
