Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 40 - Meeting new people (pt.2)

Bubba? That sounds so familiar...

Like a distant memory of something...or someone...? The answer was right infront of me, but it was just out of my reach.

"Your name is Bubba?"
You looked up at the burly man that was standing infront of you.

He shuffled shyly and nodded slightly.

"That's a...pretty name,"
You complimented.

You've seen this man before, but never got so much as a good look at him - let alone have a conversation with him.
It was weird. Not to mention you're supposed to be ignoring the slashers, but here you were - complimenting one.

Bubba shied away after hearing my flattering remark, his head dipped down bashfully and he moved a few steps away from me.

You shook your head impatiently.
"Why did you come in here?"
Even though your patience was gone, you spoke in a soft voice, the man seemed very coy - so there was no need to be harsh.

Bubba began to messily write on the book page again, as if he needed to tell you something urgently.

After a few more seconds of pencil scratching against paper, Bubba turned the paper towards you.

'T𝓱ₑy wₐ𝚗𝚝 𝚝ₒ 𝚝ₐᄂ𝓴 𝚝ₒ yₒᵤ 𝚍ₒw𝚗𝘴𝚝ₐᵢᵣ𝘴.'

Was scribbled messily, some letters looked like others. Bubba's A's looked like O's, and his O's looked like D's.

"By they, do you mean the other slashers- the other boys?"
You asked.

Bubba nodded quickly, but shyly - with his head still hung low.

"Did they send you up here to get me?"
You asked, yet another question.

You felt slightly irritated that they forced this poor man to come up here, knowing how I've been lately - sending this innocent man to be possibly contaminated by my wrath.
It wasn't fair, to him or to me.

They can't force me to come out of my room.

"I don't feel like seeing them right now, or possibly ever."
You muttered the last part.
"Tell them, I won't be coming down any time soon, and that they cannot and will not make me."

Bubba trembled slightly when hearing that he would have to tell the slashers your hurtful message.
Bubba was scared they would get angry and possibly take it out on him - by yelling at him, or worse.

Bubba quickly shoved the book he was writing in, into your arms and scurrying out of your bedroom.

The door shut gently behind him, despite his frantic state, as he left, and you heard his thumping footsteps become quieter and quieter until you didn't hear them anymore.

You sighed with a slight roll of your eyes, then tossing the book on your desk, going back to reading 'Pride and Prejudice'.
You only had a few pages left of the large novel - seeing as you had nothing else to do here but read - it occupied quite a lot (if not all) of your time.

Even though you had no other activities to take up your free time, reading actually helped emotionally - especially in this situation.

Books helped you escape into another reality that is more magical and happy than your own. You could be whoever you wanted to be - whether it be a princess, a knight in shining armor, a spy, or a detective that solves the greatest of mysteries - the possibilities are endless.

In this case, even for those few moments, you could pretend everything was normal...and that you weren't kidnapped by a bunch of murderers who had anger issues.