Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 9

Alastor's POV

Once again I sat with my back against the headboard and my arms behind my head.

I cannot stop thinking about this woman...I wish I hadn't snapped at her earlier, but she just makes it so damn hard!

The way she runs her mouth, who does she think she is? Telling me off in my own house about what I do with my victims.

She is a visitor here and needs to respect my boundaries.

But that doesn't mean I had to do what I did...

Her poor face, red from vomiting and covered in tears, snot, and vile...staring up at me as she just trembled against my firm grip on her hair.

The exact moment I was staring into her eyes and realized what I was doing completely contradicts what I told her. I was hurting her, and despite her disrespecting me or not, I promised her that I would not hurt her.

Not only that, but the utterly pitiful way she was looking at me. So terrified and fragile, just making me feel horrible the moment I snapped out of my anger.

She didn't come down when I called her for dinner...or say goodnight when I called to her through her door...

I haven't checked on her at all, or even apologized for what I did. Maybe if I apologize to her...

With a rough sigh, my hands went over my face and I laid my head back against the headboard. I've never had to do any of this before, I've never had to be gentle, or scared that I was going to break something.

I've never had to be compassionate before.

But, if I want her to actually try to get home, I can't just make her so scared of me she holes herself up in her room.

I still don't even know if she's telling me the damn truth. For all I know, she's lying, and just waiting for the moment she can turn me in.

My eyes widened then when I realized...I haven't checked on or heard from her at all...there's a window in her room.

We're on the second floor but a fall from that height wouldn't kill her...

Fuck.

Throwing the covers off my body I scrambled out of bed, hurrying down the hall towards her room. If she's gone, if she is not in this room, I swear to god I'm going to—

As soon as I opened the door, my thoughts ceased.

There she is...curled up on top of the covers. She had her arms around her knees, hugging them to her chest.

My brows furrowed, and I glanced at the window. It's still closed and locked. The expression on my face softened and I sighed quietly, slowly approaching her bed.

I couldn't see her face, and her room was dark aside from the small bit of moonlight spilling in through her window.

Her body still looks small swallowed in my night clothes, and even smaller now that she's scrunched into this little ball.

Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, I just sat there with her for a second. She's probably awake, I've learned she's a relatively light sleeper.

I suppose now is as good a time as any to apologize.

"I'd like to...apologize to you for my behavior earlier..." I started quietly, keeping my eyes on my hands in my lap.

She stayed silent, but her body shifted just slightly, telling me that she is awake...and she heard me. I looked over at her, a relaxed expression currently on my face because she's not looking at me.