Mine - Vance Hopper (The Black Phone)

- Safe -

The air reeks of medical supplies and over cleaned surfaces as Marilyns eyes flutter open, a steady beep sounding through her ears.

A bright white light burned her irises, forcing her to squeeze her eye lids tightly to soothe the pain.

"Marilyn?" The concerned voice of her father floods her senses, causing the girls eyes to slowly open so they can adjust to the light.

Her gaze shifts over to her left, her father's bloodshot eyes staring at her, a small smile resting on his face.

Marilyn sends him one back. "Hey dad." She tried to say but her bruised and swollen throat force her voice quiet.

Franklyn moves his seat closer to her. "How you feeling?" He asked.

Marilyn shrugs lightly. "Alright." She whispers, trying to sit up but stopping almost immediately when a sharp pain shoots through her abdomen.

Franklyn immediately shakes his head, holding his hands out. "Woah there, slow movement sweetie. You're not in great shape right now."

Marilyn nods. "Got that." She mutters.

Thinking through her own pain, her thoughts drift off to a certain fluffy blonde, her eyes widening in realization.

"Vance." She mutters, looking around to spot the boy. "Wheres Vance." It wasn't a question.

Her father looks behind him before raising from his chair and walking over to the deciding curtain.

Pulling open the curtain, Franklyn steps to the side so Marilyn can see.

Vance lay there on a hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his injured head.

"Oh my God." Marilyn mutters, her eyes tearing up. "This is my fault." She whispers.

Franklyn looks at her with a slight hint of anger. "Don't you dare say that this is your fault. It is no where near your fault Marilyn. That bastard—" Franklyn cuts himself off, trying to calm his own anger towards her kidnapper.

The two fall into a silence, the sound of beeping echoing in the background.

"He saved me y'know." You whisper.

Franklyn looks at Vance with a light smile. "I had hopes he would. He was searching for you. Even helped me put up posters and knock on doors."

Marilyns eyebrows raise in shock. Vance Hopper. Helping. Those are two words she never thought she'd hear those two words in a sentence. Ever.

"He has feelings for you Marilyn." Franklyn says with a hint of a smile.

Marilyn fights back her own smile, blushing lightly and looking away from her father.

"And from what I can see. You feel the same too." She hears her father say.

Marilyn shrugs. "Maybe." She says, raising her hand to play with her necklace.

But it wasn't there. "Oh yeah." Marilyn whispers to herself in sadness, thinking about her brother. "Dad I gotta tell you something." She whispers, her voice cracking.

Her father notices he hand by her exposed neck, thinking about the bracelet he spotted around Vances hand. Turning, he looks towards the same hand on the boy, spotting the necklace wrapped around his hand, resting in his clenched fist.

"Vance has it." He mutters, pointing to the boys hand.

Marilyn looks at him confused, looking over to Vance. She spots the necklace in his hand and let out a small sigh of relief. That was the only object that matters to her. She's glad Vance had kept it safe. Kept her safe.