Our Deadly Sins

Ch 8

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed. I sat up, looking around. The room was decorated in a light floral theme, wall hangings of different flowers and fields. The dresser across from the bed looked antique, dark stained wood and a vanity mirror poised at the top. The bed was sitting on a wooden headboard, matching the dresser, and the sheets were also a decorative floral pattern.

I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Suddenly a rush of memories from last night hit me and I let out a groan, sinking my head in my hands. The memories of Sav, how she touched me, how each thing she did made my body ache for more, how she left tingles with her touch. I felt a subtle pulse between my legs and my face flushed red. Did I let her do that to me? She wouldn't have taken advantage of me right? No. I had to have wanted it. She wouldn't have done it if I told her not to. Right?

Nervous thoughts rose to the center of my mind. It felt so good, there's no way it would have felt like that if she forced me. Why can I not remember? I sighed and stood up. Now that I think about it, where am I? Wait.. no it can't be. Not again. I walked over to the door and shakily put my hand on the knob. I slowly turned it hoping not to make any noise. The door opened and I slowly crept out, sneaking into the house. The surroundings looked familiar, and a friendly face greeted me. "Good morning!" Sav chirped, walking over to me. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, are you feeling any pain or anything?"

I took a second to make sure. "No, not really, thank you." I sighed letting my muscles relax. It is going to be okay. "Breakfast smells amazing.

Sav smiled at me before returning to her spot in the kitchen. "Take a seat at the island if you want, its almost ready."

I sat down on the stool beside the marble island, matching the rest of the kitchen, and watched her finish up. Is she really gonna let me go? What if this is a setup. Wait but I'm safe right? I'm sure it's fine. But what if it's not?

Sav sat the plates across from me and took her seat. "Thank you." I said, giving her a gentle smile before taking a bite. "It's really good!"

She smiled. "I'm glad you like it, being the only one living here I tend to cook a lot." She chuckles. "Living in this house alone is lonely you know? It's so big and empty."

I shook my head. "Living alone isn't all bad, you don't have to deal with loud roommates or who gets to clean the bathroom next. Not having to interact with people can be kind of nice."

She raised her eyebrow. "How long have you lived alone for? Have you always dealt with those nightmares by yourself?"

I nodded. "Even when I was living with other people I normally dealt with them alone. I don't really know how to do it any other way."

"Is there a reason they happen? Like something you can fix?"

I paused. Tell her. But I can't. "Let's just say I've been through a lot. About five and a half years ago I had a pretty traumatic experience, I was getting intense therapy but I moved to try and get a fresh start."

Her expression became solum. "I can't imagine what it was like. I've been through some bad shit too, but to imagine you needing therapy." She paused in thought. "Ever since we met I've seen you as an incredible person, strong and stoic and ready to do what's needed given any situation. Whatever you went through must have been absolutely awful. I'm so sorry."

I sighed. My heart hurt for her. She genuinely cared about me, and I was hiding so much. I can't tell her the full story yet. Just hold out a bit longer Sav, all answers will come in due time. "yeah, I've been through the ringer, but it made me stronger as a person. And for what it's worth, I'm learning to live with it better every day."

She nodded and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Living with it is the best thing to do I guess, but just know your not alone anymore. Whatever you tell me, whatever happens to you, I am just a call away. I hate seeing anyone suffer, and for you to have done it by yourself for so long makes my heart ache. I know you don't know me enough to tell me the full story, but whenever you want to talk about it I'm all ears."

I nodded, taking a second to process what has been said. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, I do, really. It's just that there's a chance you might-" I stopped suddenly. That you might be sisters with the woman who wants me dead.

She looked at me curiously. "Might what?"

I had to think quickly. "Um, that you might not want to talk to me anymore."

She giggled, making my heart skip a beat. Her hand found mine and softly covered it, sending tingles all the way up my arm. "Whatever you have to tell me isn't gonna do anything but make me want to help you more. There's not a damn thing you can say to make me stop pursuing you. After all, my fingers were deep inside you last night."

I saw her smirk and my face turned a deep shade of red. "That's not the point, but thank you. It means a lot to have someone here for me."

We both finished our food and Sav took our plates, putting them into the sink. My anxiety grew. I need to ask. I have to. But I don't want to know the answer. But I would be better off knowing. Would you?

"Hey, are you okay?" Sav's voice startled me out of my thoughts. Her brows were furrowed in confusion. "You seem suddenly uncomfortable."

Shit. "Yeah, I'm okay, sometimes I get these random flashes of anxiety and it's hard to manage."

She pulled me into a hug and softly rubbed my back. I tried to control my breathing but my heart sped up. "Everything is going to be okay, whatever happens to you I am going to be there to help you. Your not alone I promise. In, and out. Breathe honey, in. And out."

I nodded and followed her breathing commands, feeling a little bit better. "Thank you for everything, it means a lot."

She pulled away from me and flashed a smile. "Anytime you need anything, just call me, I'll be there with you as fast as I can."