Brahms and the Maid

Scared

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(Greta's POV)
I woke up in a blur.. everything was spinning. I sat for a minute till I realized what was going on, A MAN JUST KNOCKED ME AND MALCOLM OUT! Where was y/n?! Are they dead somewhere?.. No no no they must have escaped a-and gone to get help. Me and Malcolm where still in the walls.. it was a bit darker. What time was it?? I started to get up once the spinning calmed down, I looked over a Malcolm.. he was pale and bleeding. I immediately started to shake him.. I started to get more nervous. Is he dead??.. I was giving up after a minute and put my attention on the crawl space and the small door at the end. But, I heard.. groans? I shot my head towards the sound, scared that Brahms came back.. but it was Malcolm! I crawled back to Malcolm as quick as I could. I shook him again whisper yelling his name. HE'S UP!! Malcolm was confused and scared.. I tried asking him to help me open the small door but he was to out of it. While he sat there rubbing his head, I pried open the door and grabbed Malcolm.. I was scared, nervous, and eager to get out. Though Malcolm was slow we got out, oh thank goodness! Me and Malcolm stumbled to his truck and got in, he was groaning and mumbling stuff but I ignored it and turned on the car. I drove out of there on the verge of crying.. I drove for what seemed like forever but in reality was maybe around 30 minutes. I was processing everything that happened.. still worried for y/n. Once I left my thoughts I realized how quiet it was... Malcolm was silent. I looked over at him, h-he was pale, stiff,.. and n-not breathing. I wanted to throw up.. I could feel tears start to form. My vision once again blurry. I was now crying and hyperventilating. No no no..! I cried out, He can't be dead! I kept crying telling myself that everything was gonna be just fine.. that was the last thing I remember before.. everything went black.

(Y/n's POV)
I woke up in a bed, it was my bed. I just laid there thinking about the events that happened last night. Was it all a dream..? Maybe I had a drink or two, was I drunk? I feel like sh*t. Maybe I have a hangover,.. yeah a hangover. I slowly got up but-
AH-

A sharp pain was all over my body, I lifted my shirt up to reveal a big bandage wrapped around my side above my hip. My eyes widened.. it wasn't a dream was it. I was frozen in place, where was the man?? Is it actually Brahms or someone pretending to be him?.. Either way I'm still scared out of my mind.
Should I walk around? What would he do if he saw me? I mean.. he didn't hurt me last night or while I was unconscious. I'll be honest with myself, I felt safe in his arms. But what he did was wrong! He k-killed Cole and, I don't know what happened to Greta and Malcolm.. I just hope they escaped and are safe now.
I felt scared tho- if Greta or Malcolm got help.. what was gonna happen to Brahms?? I need to be strong for them and if Brahms won't hurt me, then I'll stay strong till help comes. Even if I'm sad about the consequences for Brahms.

I leaned against my bedroom door for a minute deciding whether to leave or not and face whatever was out there. It was 8:14 am, I don't know how much sleep I got but was Brahms gonna be mad for breaking a rule..? My breath hitched as I opened the door, it was quiet but the smell of eggs filled my nostrils, who was cooking?.. was it Brahms?
I slowly went down the stairs and towards the kitchen. I poked my head past the wall just enough to take a peek around the room, and there I saw a tall man leaning over the stove just looking down at what was cooking. It didn't take him long at all to look towards my way.. I stared at him as he stared at me. He looked.. calm and huggable- I took a step towards him without really thinking.

He just stood there as I stepped closer to him, I was now right in front of him. I just looked into his eyes as he looked all over me. Feeling a bit awkward I looked at the eggs cooking saying-

Mm that looks good..

He quickly grabbed the plate next to be causing me to step back then watch him put some on the plate. He turned towards me handing me the plate, for me? I asked. He gave me a light nod which for some reason gave me butterflies, but I took the plate and sat at the table.

Wow Brahms, this is really good!

I tried to sound sweet instead of sounding nervous. He sat in front of me not saying anything, so I just ate. Once I was done I got up at started to clean my plate, but I could feel Brahms stand behind me.. This made me nervous but I went on with what I was doing. After a few seconds Brahms lifted my shirt where my wound was, since I was a bit zoned out, I jumped back a little when he lifted me shirt. Me jumping back made him jump a little too. I found it a bit funny but I just turned to face him, he kept his head down.. I stepped towards him lifting my shirt.

The cut feels better now.. thank you Brahms.

He touched the bandages before dropping his arms back to his side. I put my shirt back down when the thought about Greta popped into my mind.. Brahms- where's Greta?
He stayed quiet but I was patient.

Gone

She's gone?.. what do you mean gone?

I went back for her and Malcolm but they weren't there..

That's all he said while studying me again. Oh, ok.. is all I managed to say. I didn't know what to think, I wanted to know how Brahms felt about this but decided to not ask.
I wanted to go and be alone to think but when I left the kitchen Brahms would just follow me around. Although it was a bit cute, I still wanted to be alone.. I was to scared to tell him that tho. Does he want me to follow the rules? And if I go to clean will I be left alone or will he follow?..

Brahms?.. I said as I turned to face him. He stood there towering over me.. looking into my eyes. I um- should I clean? Or um?
It took him a second before answering but when he did he gave me a light nod and watch me go to clean. It was nice to clean in silence and not have Brahms right behind me. I still don't know what to think about this all.. the uncomfy part was that I could feel him watch me. I'm guessing through the walls.