Beautiful, Beloved

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱

┈ ┈༺♡༻┈ ┈𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘦┈ ┈༺♡༻ ┈ ┈

I was back in the cabin, and I looked for my medical bag to stop the blood. But, I felt eyes on me.

"What are you looking at?" I snapped, spinning around to look at Darden. He raised an eyebrow, and his eyes dropped lower on my body. I looked down at myself, trying to figure out what he was eyeing. That's when I noticed. My white skirt was soaking wet, and completely see through. Shit.

Darden walked over.

"Get away from me." I muttered, trying to cover myself.

"You do realize I could just kill you," he told me, pulling out his gun.

"Why haven't you already?" I asked, walking closer. His eyes drifted to my lips and I pushed him onto the couch. His mouth spread into a grin.

Suddenly I climbed on him, my legs on either side. I grabbed the gun and pointed it at his head. Next to his eyes, his pretty blue eyes. Focus, Carlene.

"Damn," he chuckled. I dug the gun deeper into his hair. His hair was soft, and it tickled my fingertips.

"Feisty," he whispered into my ear, running a hand down my chest.

"I will pull the trigger," I sputtered out, his fingers leaving a trail of fire down me.

He placed two hands on my ankles, and all of a sudden I was flipped over on the ground. He stole the gun back from me, and he laughed. I wanted to punch him.

"Nice try, princess," he walked towards the kitchen. "And, nice legs by the way," I shrieked, and placed my arms in front of my white skirt. Waddling with every step, I slipped into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

I got out of the shower and immediately went to bed on the couch. Maybe if I slept, he would be gone by morning?

But, when I got up, he was half naked and brushing his teeth. I felt less scared, and for some reason I felt safe that he was there. We didn't speak much the entire day, until the smell of something burning filled my nostrils.

"What is that repulsive smell?" I asked, one hand holding my nose.

"Repulsive," Darden mocked in a high voice, sticking out his tongue.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"Shut up," he teased. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the oven.

"I made dinner," he said in a high pitched voice again, obviously trying to mock my tone. He then opened a cabinet, and took out two bottles of beer. Darden loaded something that looked like chicken onto the counter, and handed me a bottle of beer.

We played around with our food, unsure what to say to each other. Something inside me made me want to punch him, and I dug my nails into my fists.

I picked at the meat silently, and took bird sized bites.

"What is this stuff," I whispered quietly, taking a sip of beer. I had completely forgotten that he was a killer, which was strange.

"Human meat," he said with an eyebrow raised. My eyes opened wide, and I spit it out of my mouth. I screamed.

"Relax princess, I'm kidding," he calmly chuckled. I dropped my fork.

"I'm not hungry anyway," I declared and walked to the couch.

I was rereading one of my books, and Darden was admiring his picture in the paper when I suddenly got very hot. I started fanning myself.

"I already know I'm hot, no need to fan yourself," Darden teased. I ignored his comment and that's when I spotted the oven, with a fire spilling out of it.

I ran over and tried to put the fire out, holding my breath. I felt awfully calm, considering all of the circumstances. It was just something about Darden's presence that felt... different.

The fire spread across the room and Darden issued me out the door. I obeyed, and watched from the window.

I wasn't sure how he did it, because I squeezed my eyes shut most of the time, but Darden put the fire out. A couple things were damaged, and the couch was broken, but it was safe to go back inside.

It was night time, and I retreated to my usual spot: the couch. But, I had forgotten it broke in the fire.

"You did this on purpose!" I accused, looking at the one bed.

"Princess, you're cute and all," he told me, "but I wouldn't risk my life just to get into bed with you," I shuddered. Ew, in bed with him.

"Well the bed is mine." I said smugly, hopping onto it. I shut my eyes and fell asleep.