Kill You

7~ Trust

"Wha-what?" I stutter. "You heard me"

I stare into Noah's eyes. So I spill my secrets and past to him and he's here asking for a kiss.

He wants to play so fine let's play.

I lean in slowly, breathing heavily. Noah's hand move up my thighs softly but with pressure.

Before our lips touch I move my head and kiss his cheek. I pull back and grin at him.

"You didn't clarify where" I tease. Noah scoffs with a smile. "Okay smart-ass. That's fair" he says. I grin and move my hands from the table to my lap. Our hands brush and I flush red.

"Go hide Noah. Make it good or you have to do something for me" I grin at him.

Noah steps back and winked before jogging out of the room. I breathe a sigh of relief and shiver.

I outplayed him this time, but Noah will only get cockier and smarter until he hits me with something I can't handle.

I go searching the restaurant for his hiding place, hoping I can find him so I can have him do something. What that is I don't know yet. He never did tell me about his scars. But then again he has a kill mark on me. Maybe I can get that off my back. Maybe I can get out of here alive.

I'm walking through a hall when I smell something that wants to make me vomit. I trace the smell until I realize it's coming from a room. I open the door slightly and I jerk back, the horrid stench reaching my nose. I gag loudly and cover my mouth, absolutely disgusted.

I step into the room, my mouth still covered. Which I regret when I slip on something and groan. Because I was using my hand, I landed hard on my ass. I realize whatever I slipped on is wet and thick. Not water. But it's not sticky like a juice either.

The smell is awful, even worse now. So I get up and walk out of the room, completely disgusted from that. I wipe my face with my hand and get grossed out when I realize whatever is on my hand was from the floor. I look at my hands and freeze.

Fucking blood.

I scream and step back as if I could put distance between my hands. Blood. Blood. Blood.

Holy fuck Blood.

Whose is this? Why is it there? Who was it from? What the fuck!?

I keep stepping back, stumbling a few times but not tripping. I scream again when two hands grab my shoulders. I'm pushed up against a wall gently and freak out until I realize it's just Noah.

"Cass? Cassidy, love whats going on?" He asks urgently. Then his face goes pale as he sees the blood smeared across my face and hands. It's most likely staining my clothes too.

I'm hyperventilating and shaking crazily. "Cassidy, sweetheart relax it's okay. Is this your blood?" He asks. I shake my head. "N-nn-no" I stammer.

Noah looks worried as he looks me up and down. "Shh it's alright" he soothes. My breathing slows and I only stare into his eyes, my arms still holding my arms outward. Noah's hands move from my shoulders down to my arms and slowly lowers them to my sides.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" He says. Noah leads me to the kitchen where he sits me on the chair and he runs to the sink. I close my eyes and try to not focus on the fact that I smell metallic and gruesome.

I flinch when a warm cloth is pressed to my cheek where the blood is drying already. Noah is gentle as he tries to quickly and efficiently get the blood off my skin. He starts with my face and then my hands before moving to my legs.

When he's done Noah steps away and I hear the sink turn on, washing away the stains on the cloth rag. I open my eyes again to see my hands are clean. My clothes are not though.

"We have a locker room here that was for the workers. Im sure we have some clothes around here your size" he says.

Taking my hand, Noah leads me down the hall and to a door near the security office where I first found the vent.

He opens the door and steps inside, me trailing behind him. I blink, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. It's difficult.

"Stay here" Noah tells me and leaves me in the doorway. I hear a locker open and close and then a hand wrap around my waist.

"C'mon" he says softly and pulls me gently towards the bathrooms. He hands me a black shirt and a new pair of shorts. I quickly change and walk back out of the bathroom, feeling better and clean.

"All good?" Noah asks. I nod slightly and take a deep breath. "I'm sorry you... I'm sorry" he says.

I whimper slightly when I remembered the feel of the cold blood soaking through my clothes, staining my skin and feeling it everywhere.

I've been around blood before. Hell my father made me bleed every day. But fuck having that stuck to me was terrifying. It brought back so many memories.

I sighed and my knees trembled, threatening to collapse on me. "You look like you're going to pass out any second now love" Noah tells me. He tucks a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear.

I nod slightly again. With no words Noah leads me to the room again. He lays me on the bed and gets up. I reach my hand out and grab his arm, making him stop.

"Just... stay with me" I beg. "Please"

Noah nods and motions for me to scoot over. I do and Noah lays down next to me. I turn to his tense body and sigh, wondering what's going on in his head. He looks pissed. "What's the matter?" I ask.

"You make me feel... you make me feel" he said quiet but strongly. "I don't like it and I want it to stop" He growls.

I think over his words. I make him feel? Feel what? And why?

I turn away from him and face the wall, my back to him. "Then don't" I say and doze into a sleep.

***

When I wake up I notice the presence in the bed is empty. I sit up and look around the room. "Noah!?" I call panicked. Immediately he steps into the room and smiles softly at me.

"It's okay" he says. I sigh and he walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. We lock eyes and he doesn't move or speak. Neither do I.

I'm about to say something when he speaks first.

"Fuck it" he says and then leans in and smashes his face against mine, kissing me.