My True Love

Chapter 8

No One's POV:

Hope sits in her shower as the cold water falls on her. She brings her knees up to her chest and leans her chin on them as she stares at her shaky hands.

'Mommy didn't like when you had her killed over your fantasy' Hope squeezes her eyes shut and covers her ears tightly as the demon's demonic laugh echoes in her head.

  "Hope, it's not real. It's over. You're out" Violet tries to calm her host down but she gets drowned out as the laugh gets louder in Hope's head.

The laugh turns into screams making Hope whimper loudly and begin rocking slightly. "I-I'm sorry, mom, dad. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whisper chants pulling her hair slightly not knowing that the water was turned off.

Something warm gets draped over her and she jumps while looking up with a threatening growl that dies down when she noticed it's her aunt Freya.

   "Come on, sweetheart. It's ok," Freya coos softly and helps her niece stand on her feet gently then carefully guides her out of the shower.

Hope goes with her aunt whimpering softly. "Do you think you can get into some clothes by yourself, sweetheart? Or do you want me to help you? I don't mind," Freya softly spoke rubbing her hand up and down on her niece's arm.

Hope swallows roughly, "I-I got it, Aunt Freya. T-thanks." She grabs her clothes with shaky hands and hugs it close to her chest.

  Freya smiles sadly at her and nods. "Ok, sweetheart. I'm just gonna wait in your room, ok? Call me if you need any help," she softly tells her making Hope nod slightly.

  She watched as her aunt leave the bathroom before drying herself shakily and put on her clothes then walked out of her room seeing her aunt sitting on the edge of her bed.

   Freya pats the spot in front of her and Hope walks over sitting down with her back facing her aunt who grabs the brush to begin gently brushing her niece's hair.

   She sighs peacefully feeling goosebumps go on her arms as it felt good having someone else brush her hair.

  Freya heard it and smiles to herself. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" She softly questions brushing out a small tangle before moving onto the next.

"I-I can't get the screams out of my head. It's like a constant reminder of what it did to me. I thought I could keep it bottled in and forget about it but it doesn't work," Hope squeezes her eyes shut as she hears the screams echoing in her head before they fade.

Freya frowns sadly as she finished brushing Hope'a hair and set down the brush on the small dresser before wrapping her arms around her niece from behind and pulls Hope back into her chest.

"I can't even begin to imagine what you went through but I will tell you this, sweetheart. You're out and you're safe. From now on the rest of the family and I will be here for you more. You said that thing only showed you dead people well everyone in this house is alive. The family and I will be here to protect you, ok?" She softly tells her while leaning her head against her niece's.

Hope lets out a shaky breath and nods while holding onto her aunt's arms. "Come on, let's go to bed. It's 2 o'clock in the morning. You've been in that shower for three hours, sweetheart. You must be exhausted," Freya softly says giving her one last gentle squeeze before letting go to help her under the blankets.

    Hope waits for her aunt to lay down before laying her head on Freya's chest and clutch the night shirt her aunt is wearing as Freya wraps her arms carefully around her.