Brahms Heelshire

Chapter Five

After breakfast I roam through the house. It shocks me because it seems as though nobody was murdered. No blood anywhere. No weird stench. Nothing broken. Brahms knew how to hide up a murder.

I go into my old room upstairs to see that he didn't touch any of my things. And if he did, he knew exactly how to put everything back. I want to ask him what he did with Malcom and Cole but I don't want to ruin what had happened between us. He is really calm today and I don't want to make him angry. I like him better when he's calm. No anger in his tone.

I need a shower. It's been..well I'm not sure how long it's been but it feels like a week or more. So, I gather a new set of clothes. Which is a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra. I want to be comfy since it's been a while since I have been. I go into the bathroom and set my things down and I close the bathroom door and turn to the mirror and begin brushing out my hair. 

Not even five minutes, maybe not even two minutes. I can see his shadow right outside the bathroom door. How did he hear the door shut? It never made noise. Then again he already knew I was up here. I set down my brush on the counter and go over to the door and open it slowly and look up at Brahms-as he is a literal head taller than me- and he gives me that stare he always does.

"Yes?"

No response, as expected. He stares down at me. This makes me uncomfortable and I shift my weight from one foot to the other. What am I supposed to say?

"I'm going to take a shower...is that okay with you? I mean, you said I could roam if I wanted to.."

His eyes dart across my face for a moment. His breathing remains steady. And then he nods. He takes a step away from the door and I look at him for another second before closing the door. I don't lock it. Not that I need to, I trust that he won't come in. But I also don't want to anger him. 

The shower was nice and warm. I wrap the towel around me as I step out. I'll just blow dry my hair before getting dressed so I don't drip water all over my clothes. I plug the blow dryer into the wall and open the bathroom door since the bathroom is hot and steamy. I make sure my towel is wrapped tightly around me so it won't slide off in the mix of drying my hair. I turn it on and move my hair to the side and run the blow dryer up and down my hair. I look at the mirror and see a silhouette behind me, causing me to jump and drop the blow dryer as I turn around. Brahms. I mean who did I really think it was going to be? But he did startle me.

"Oh, Brahms..you scared me half to death." I bend down to get the blow dryer and notice that it's not on anymore. Though the switch is turned on, it isn't working. I broke it.

"Dang it." I stand up fully with the dryer in hand.

"I didn't mean to startle you. I tried calling your name but you didn't hear. Lunch is ready." Of course I wouldn't hear him, his voice is always so low and with the noise of the blow dryer there was no way for me to hear him.

"It's okay." I look at the blow dryer and hit it a few times, like its gonna fix it, and I put it down once it doesn't kick back on.

"I can find another for you." I turn around, I'm shocked he would offer me one. I don't know why, I mean he has made sure I had everything before. But I didn't think he cared for my..wants I guess. I smile for the first time at him and nod. His stare doesn't seem cold this time. I don't know what it is, but it isn't cold. He then turns and leaves the room to find me another blow dryer.

I can't believe I smiled. I smiled. I take this time to brush my teeth. When I finish brushing my teeth, I take a rag and wipe my mouth and glance at the mirror to see him behind me once again which causes me to jump as I turn around.

"You have got to stop doing that." I see that he's holding the blow dryer out for me and I take it slowly from his hands and I look up at his eyes. It looks almost as though he's squinting. Perhaps..smiling. Don't be stupid.

"Sorry." His tone is different. It's still low and quiet but something about the way he said it is just so different than the other times he's spoken.

I don't say anything back, and instead turn around and plug it in and begin drying my hair. I see him in the mirror leaning on the doorframe. This makes me a bit nervous, for him to watch me. Not like he hasn't before, but before I could just sense it and couldn't see him. But now..hes just right behind me and I can see him staring at me. This doesn't make me uncomfortable for some reason, just nervous. I never liked people watching me do things, it makes me feel like I was doing it wrong. But I mean, what would he know about drying hair? 

I eventually finish my hair and turn the dryer off and turn to Brahms.

"Is it ok if I shut the door to get dressed?" Are you really asking him that kind of a question? He could say no and then stand and watch you---

He nods. He doesn't give a hard cold stare. He just nods. So, I shut the door and hurry to get dressed. He did make lunch and I'm hoping the noodles aren't cold by now, even though they most likely are. Once I'm dressed, I throw my hair in a bun. I've dealt with it in my face too long, now I'm tired of it.

Once I'm done, I open the door and look up at Brahms just outside the door and I swear to you, his eyes moved down and back up my body. That gives me chills. He didn't say anything though. He just turns and leaves so I follow. When we get to the kitchen, I don't see two bowls of noodles on the table. There's nothing there. And then I see a pot on the stove, and two bowls on the counter with a spoon in each of them.

"What did you make?"

He doesn't answer me, instead, he picks up a bowl and scoops something into it and holds it out to me. I take it and look down at it. Chili. I find myself smiling at this. He's a murderer. It's more filling than noodles. And warm.

"Thank you, Brahms." I sit down at the table and begin eating.

Maybe being his hostage won't be so hard after all. Just a few minor obstacles that need to be fixed.