Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 38 - A loss of hope, or is it?

The feeling of the hot water running down my body from the shower head, felt so refreshing and relaxing.

The much needed shower felt more than amazing. You never know how good you have it till you lose it. In this case, that was the ability to shower whenever I wanted.

I was luckily given some new, clean clothes to borrow from Hannibal. Unfortunately, all he had was a baby pink dress shirt that was too big for me, and he had gotten me a pair of shorts from one of the other slashers. I think Hannibal said the man's name was...Thomas? I wasn't totally sure on that, because I sort of tuned Hannibal out. I didn't mind the bigger clothes though, atleast it was something.

I turned off the water and carefully stepped out of the shower.
I wrapped my hair up in one of the clean red towels that was placed in the bathroom for me, and the second one went around my body.

I threw on the shorts and the shirt that was given, noticing how big they were on me. Which made sense, because they were men's clothing.

I hung my towel back up, not really knowing where else I'd put them.
My hair was messy and tangled.

I made sure the clothes were adjusted properly before exiting the bathroom and making my way towards my own room.

I opened the door, closing it behind me.

I gently walked over to the small vanity in the room and sat down in its matching seat.

I grabbed the black brush that laid on top of it, and began the long task of detangling my messy H/C hair.

-Meanwhile downstairs-

"A-Are you su-re, H-Hannibal?"
Norman shyly asked him.

"Yes. She even admitted it to me. But do not bring it up, I told her I wouldn't tell you all, so act like I hadn't said a thing."
Hannibal replied.

All of the slashers stood in the living room of the large, but run down house. Everyone wondering if what Hannibal was saying was true.

"It doesn't s-sound l-like her to try and e-e-escape...we we-re getting a-along do n-nice-ly..."
Norman tried to reason with Hannibal, hoping what he was told wasn't true.

"Well, I'm afraid things change. "
Hannibal couldn't find it in himself to tell Norman why she was acting so nice towards the troubled boy.

It would break his heart if Norman knew that Y/N was only being his 'friend' to gain his trust and help with her escape.

Norman frowned, but said no more.

Then Bo said what everyone was thinking.
"We have to make sure she don' pull something like this again'."

Most of the slashers nodded.

"How would we make sure of it though?"
Billy asked.

"She's got a mind of her own, that one. Anything we say won't convince her to stay. She's got her mind set on leavin', and that's what she plans on doin'."
Bo thought aloud.
"So, the only thing we can do, is keep an eye' on 'er. Two people will stay with her a night. We will switch it up for every night. Don't go too soft on 'er, that's when she'll trick ya."

"Good thinking, Sinclair."
Hannibal spoke up.
"One will stay in the room with her, and the other will stay outside her door to make sure she doesn't sneak out."

The slashers nodded. Then, Hannibal began pairing them up, basing the duo's on who got along best with each other.

...

...

A sudden knock was heard on Y/N's door, causing her to jump slightly in her spot on her bed, having not expected the noise.

She got up from her bed, placing the book she was reading down.
She walked over and opened the door a smidge.

Her gaze drifted up until her eyes met a set of blue ones.

"Stu?"
The woman asked, wondering why he was infront of her door.

Stu gave her a goofy smile.
"May I come in?"
He asked, placing his hands behind his back loosely.

"Yes..?"
Y/N seemed skeptical as to why he wanted to be in her room, but she let him in anyway.

After all, she knew Stu wouldn't try anything. He wasn't that type of person.

"How you holdin' up, hm?"
Stu said as he lazily walked around her room, looking at some of the furniture.

"Good?"
Y/N still stood by the door with an eyebrow raised.

"That's good, that's good..."
Stu said, he pursed his lips and glanced around the room, rocking back and forth on his feet awkwardly.
"I gotta tell you something."

Stu finally caved and began telling her everything the slashers were going to do now that she tried to escape, starting tonight.

Y/N held a look of slight defeat, but also anger, and betrayal.
Why would Hannibal tell them? He promised not to.
What would happen to her privacy? Would she ever be able to be in solitude again? Would she ever be able to have time alone?
What if she could never leave now?!
It seemed quite impossible now that she would have a constant eye on her, from one slasher or another.

Stu watched with slight guilt on his face as he spotted the change in expression on her face. Going from a normal one, to a sad one.

It broke his heart to see her most of her hope - if not all of it. The sparkle in her eye practically disappearing.

It seemed as though her chances of ever having her freedom were now finally gone. She had used it all up.

She was stuck.
She couldn't do anything, this was their choice, she had no say in the matter.

She felt like crying, but stayed strong.

"Thank you for telling me, Stu..."
She said, her gaze staying on the floor.

Stu nodded, he had a feeling he should give her the last bit of solitude she had.
He gave her a pitying look, before trudging out of her room, closing the door behind himself.

The room fell into silence, the world seemed more grim. To Y/N, it seemed like there was no hope anymore. No light at the end of the tunnel, just darkness. A pitch black darkness that surrounded her.

Y/N then glared at the floor, her face contorted into one of determination.

No. She wasn't going to let the slashers keep her here.
She had a plan, and she was going to stick to it.