Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 33

Drawing with pen is so fucking stressful.

Also, if y'all have anything you want me to draw, don't be scared to tell me! I'm always up for new ideas to keep the art in this story flowing! Keep it pg-13 tho if you do give me something, cus wattpad throws a fit if it's sexual🙄.

Fawn's POV

Can't sleep.

Well...more like, I'm scared to sleep.

Laying on this firm mattress, my eyes had been glued to the opposite wall for about three hours now. My eyelids were heavy, but each time they would blink shut I had to force them open again.

Just so I don't have to relive that nightmare anymore...

Every single night like clock work I watch myself shoot that poor kid in the head. Over and over and over until I'm just begging and screaming for it to end, for this guilt to stop eating me alive.

The only peace I seemed to have is when Alastor offered me his bed, but...I don't know...

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes with a tired sigh, the loose nightshirt falling off my shoulder just slightly.

I mean...was the offer exclusive to just that one time? He didn't offer tonight...simply told me goodnight before we went our separate ways to our rooms.

It's not like it only benefits me, he also gets a full nights sleep as well...maybe I should just go get in bed with him.

Maybe just maybe he wouldn't mind...

Either that, or I'm going to end up dead as a doornail before the night is over.

Those thoughts aside, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, tip-toeing across the floor towards my bedroom door.

Opening it, I peeked out as if I were sneaking...which, I kind of am...and then I set my sights on my target.

Alastor's room.

Quietly I walked down the hallway, creeping along the carpet slowly as to not wake him prematurely.

I'm hoping I can simply slip into his bed undetected, then he and I can both get a good nights sleep and that will be the end of it.

My fingers met the cool copper doorknob, and I twisted it, cringing when it squeaked just barely.

Quietly, I slipped into his room, closing the door behind me carefully and slowly.

Alright...now that's out of the way, time for the hard part...

Actually getting into the bed.

The first thing I noticed when I was approaching his bed was that he was laying on the side I normally sleep on.

I was perplexed for a moment before my eyes widened in realization and my cheeks heated up.

Have I been sleeping on his side this entire time and he didn't say anything?

That fact made my heart beat a little bit faster...he did something so small just to make sure I felt comfortable...

Shaking that off, I rounded the bed slowly, looking up every now and then to make sure he was still sound asleep.

If the soft snoring told me anything, I'd say he's still knocked out.

Gently, and carefully, I peeled the covers back. The comforter rustling just slightly made me wince, my eyes immediately darting up to make sure I didn't completely blown my operation.