Life With Killers

Goodnight

Looking down to avoid eye contact, you mumble, "I don't deserve this." 

They all look at you confused at your confession. Without looking up, you could tell Brahms was getting upset. He took a step closed, his hand reached out but he stopped himself. You look up and look into each man's eyes. You saw all the emotions. "I'm... I still don't understand why I'm so special. I'm just a kid, taking care of serial killers and murderers. I don't understand why you haven't killed me yet..."

Hannibal reaches over and puts a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. You offer him a sad smile. Freddy speaks up. "I think I can speak for the rest of us, but I don't think we 100% know why. But I can tell you this; ain't no one ever treated us with so much care. You take care of us. We know we can be hard to handle sometimes. You cook for us, clean for us, take care of our wounds when we get injured. I don't think any of us could tell you why, but we know that we would probably not be here without you. Hell, I doubt we'd even still be alive."

You look and see the truth on Freddy's face. You look over everyone and when you get to Brahms, your heart almost breaks. He had tears in his eyes. He loved you dearly. The two of you were the closest. He couldn't, didn't want, to think about a world without you. Without saying a word, you hold your arms out for the child-like man. Almost immediately, he takes the step forward and buried his face in the crook of your neck. As you ran a hand through his dark curls, you look at the others. "I'm sorry for doubting you all." 

Micheal shook his head and Jason put his hand on your other shoulder. You smile at your family. When Brahms finally steps back, you all continue the night. The soup had finished a little bit ago so you portioned it out into bowls. The men gather in the living room after eating. Penny, who only came by for a visit, helped you with the dishes before parting ways. After pressing a soft kiss to your hair, he left through the shadows. You walked over to where the men were, all scattered in the living room watching a movie. As you walked past Jason, he grabbed your wrist. It wasn't hurting you or anything, mostly to get your attention. When you looked at him with a questioning look he gently pulled you into his lap. You happily stayed in Jason's lap while the movie finishes. 

When the movie was over, Jason let you stand. You reached up and stretched. After your stretch, you check the time. Seeing it was already 10:40, you turn to the crowd. "Alright, boys, bedtime." You could have sworn you heard three different whines. You chuckled and shook your head. Even though you were 17 and they were all grown adults, they still listened to what you said. Taking Brahms by the hand, the two of you head upstairs to the bedrooms, the others right behind you. The house you lived in wasn't the biggest so Jason and Micheal shared a room while Brahms, Freddy, and Hannibal shared a room. Through most of the time, Brahms slept in your room. You didn't mind, the others did. Brahms wasn't the best with sharing but the others want snuggles and cuddles too. 

After you had made sure everyone was in bed, Brahms following you like a lost puppy, you finally headed to your room. When you went to change into your pajamas, you asked Brahms to turn around. He spun around and even put a hand over his eyes, the other hand was holding his mask that he still hadn't returned to his face. When you finished pulling your shirt over your head, you let him know he could look. You climbed into your bed only for Brahms to follow suit. Finally, you got comfortable. You reached over and switched off the lamp that sat on your nightstand. Brahms made himself comfortable laying his head on your chest. You knew he liked to hear your heartbeat so you didn't mind it. You smiled at the now asleep man and whispered, "Good night."