The Patron Saint of Monsters

Chapter Two Part Five

Trent was the closest to content that one could be while overwhelmed with sadness, holding hands with Oleander was amazing, but sadly she was slumbering and unaware of him and his current under bed lurking. He was not in the most comfortable position, his arm was  beginning to go numb, he was feeling more pins and needles with every breath that Oleander took. She began to wiggle in her fitful sleep, Trent just grasped her hand tighter in an attempt to comfort her. She mumbled something quietly and made a small girly sounding noise that he could not quite decipher. He wanted to make her emit those sounds again but he was at a loss for how.

Trent let go of Oleander’s hand and crawled out from underneath her bed, he stood up and hesitated unsure of what he was going to do next he decided to just go with his instincts, he stood behind her sleeping form, staring at her back. He carefully lifted his leg and placed his body against hers, throwing an arm over her waist. He made sure to keep his focus to stay invisible, he hoped that if Oleander was to wake up before he could remove his body from her bed that she was merely assume it was the weight of the blankets and not suspect him. He just wanted to make her feel safe, he hated that she was so frightened of him. He just wanted to take this moments to relax and enjoy himself, once she woke up he would continue trying to plan a way to make things right with her.

He needed a way to communicate with her besides that wretched Ouija board, which he was blaming for Oleander’s increase in fear yet he was also masochistically grateful for. He couldn’t explain it, it just felt as though the previous night’s incident was exactly what they needed. He could fix things and have everything the way he wanted it, the way things should be. As long as Ian didn’t get in his way.