𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

{ tw: s/h }
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Miss Venable and you were walking out of your mother's house. you were scared and confused as never before, of what had just happened.

"are you okay?" the woman beside you whispers softly. you could sense the concern in her voice but you didn't know how to answer.

"i'm... not sure," you say, almost as if you were murmuring, holding back a sigh.

"well, you must be quite shaken by the situation. i can see it in your eyes, sweetheart," she whispers again, placing her thumb over your chin as the two of you walk to an unknown direction for you.

you let the sigh escape your lips, feeling pressure building up inside of you. "you're right. i still can't even believe this shit happened," tears begin to fill your eyes, but you don't dare cry. not now. maybe you've shown enough emotions...

"i know sweetheart, i know. but you're safe now. you're safe with me, dearest. shh," her hand snakes around your waist as she pulls you closer to her.

"thank you," you whisper. right in this moment, saying these two words, simple as they were, was something close to impossible due to all the pressure that was suffocating you. there was nothing else you wanted more than to let it all go in the comfortable embrace of your beloved girlfriend.

and just that happens. you couldn't hold it in anymore, you didn't care if you'd look frail in front of her, you didn't care what she'd think, so you burst into tears as you throw yourself deeper into the hug, tightening the grip around her waist, but you quickly remember about her condition, and try to pull away slightly, but the woman doesn't let go.

"shh, don't worry about that," she says as if she had just managed to read your mind. "i know it's hard for you baby. i know. just bear with me a little while longer, i promise you everything will be alright. just follow me sweetheart," she strokes your hair for a moment and begins to lead you as carefully as she could.

"wh-where are w-we going?" you say hardly as another stream of tears pounds down your cheeks, soaking up the dried blood. it's not that you cared about that, nor the direction she was leading you to, you'd let Miss Venable take you anywhere she wanted, just the crave for her made you go anywhere she pleased, do anything she desired.

"to my car. i'll take you home baby." she whispers softly with her hand still around your waist.

"h-home? y-you don't have to, i don't want to disturb you-" it was only now you'd thought about her home. god what if she had a husband or wife or kids or both? no, but why would she kiss you and help you if she did? did she still love you? or was she just being impulsive..?

"oh honey, it would be anything but disturbance," she chuckles lightly, kissing the crown of your head.

"really?" you whisper with rather relieved voice.

"of course baby. come on now," she says while pulling away from the embrace to which you felt sad about. not a moment later you lift your head up and spot the black Ford Mustang in front of you.

the woman goes to the passenger side of the car and opens it for you. you thank her and get in, letting a sigh and closing your eyes shut, still not able to understand the present.

Miss Venable enters the driver's side and sits, you open your eyes, afterwards she gives you a concerned yet full of adoration look, trying to make you feel better.

she extends her hand for you to take and you do, as soon as it happens, her head approaches yours, her hand slightly squeezing yours.

she strokes your chin gently with her other hand as she smiles. your heads were now so close with your foreheads touching, your lips inches apart.