Love is stronger then death Eric draven LS

My Name

Third person POV (A Week Later)

As it turned out, Shelly had approved entirely of the relationship between Skye and Eric. Had even taken to sharing tips and tricks with Skye but also showing the girl affection. The three all shared affection in their own ways. Soon, the two girls were ganging up on Eric, torturing him with pleasure until he begged them to stop torturing him. Without question, the silent female was made a part of their relationship. A fact that still baffled her as much as it pleased her. She was still getting used to people treating her the right way, instead of the way people have treated her for as long as she could remember. But she liked the way the two treated her, she liked how the two would treat her like a princess. She didn't know if she would ever get used to the treatment they gave her. It was so much better then the way other people have treated her, and it was a bit overwhelming to be honest.

Maybe it was because of this acceptance that she was now able to use her voice instead of having the two speak for her or having to figure out how to communicate with the two without her voice. It had started the second time she and Eric had made love alone. It felt odd and strange to use her voice after so long of being silent. She was still getting used to using it after years of being silent, no one ever cared about what she had to say, so she didn't speak. But now it just felt weird to use her voice, but she had people that cared about what she had to say, they listened, they actually listened. It had been so long since someone had listened to her, and actually knew what she was saying instead of pretending to listen to her speak. It was refreshing and overwhelming at the same time. Eric and Shelly were different the any other person she's ever met, but that didn't mean she didn't like that about them. She loved them, she knows she does. She loves them, and she knows they love her, well she hoped they did, and she hoped that it would last longer then the others she's loved before, because she may love someone, but that someone may not love her for long, and she really hoped that didn't happen with Eric and Shelly. She loved being with them, and she was afraid that one day that it could all go away, that they would stop loving her, because a lot of love stories end up like that, one of the two, or maybe three end up falling out of love. And that one person is always alone in the end. And she didn't want to be that person, she didn't want to end up alone again, she liked being with them, they were her home.

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Watching while he tuned his instrument, Skye still felt guilty she hadn't shared her name with him, despite being able to say his and Shelly's name, she hadn't even thought of sharing her name with him. As simple as it was, she wanted to, she wanted them to know her name. As much as she loved the name they have given her, she wanted them to know the real her, the one that came with a real name. But she loved being their Skye, but it was time they knew Hannah.

It was still hard to speak, it had been years since she spoke, so her vocabulary was a bit off, much more caveman like instead of regular speech. She practiced though, with Eric and Shelly, they practiced with her and always smiled at her when she got a word right or said it right. They would always reward her, every time she got a word right, the both of them would give her a soft peck on the lips, it would always end up with her being red in the face.

Hannahs POV

Getting to my feet, I went to the kitchen to get him some water. Halfway there, something sparked across my brain. A memory, a memory I never ever wanted to revisit. No. No. No! Not this, please not this! Anything but this! The memory made my head hurt badly. I fell to my knees, while clutching my head, trying to make the memory go away. I was unaware of Eric coming to my side while everything about that day rushed back. Gasping, I buried my face in his chest trying to hide from the images flashing through my own head. I tried so hard for years to make the memory disappear, to shove it so far in the back of my head that I would never have to remember that day. The day they killed my family. My mom, my dad, my brother, they killed my whole family that day, and I hate revisiting it.

Finally, the memory stopped and I was able to hear a voice from above me desperately calling a name that didn't really belong to me. "Hannah...," I finally managed to say, just shuddering at the sound of it. The name carried such terrible memories with it. Yet, it was mine and I would have to accept it.
"What?" questioned an astonished worried voice said from above me was pulling back so he could look down at me. "M-my name... its Hannah," I whispered, my ability to speak having returned with the rest of my memories that I did not want to remember.
Staring at me for a moment with an utterly astonished expression, Eric suddenly swept me in his arms to spin me around. "You remembered! I'm so happy for you!" he cheered, his arms almost crushingly tight around me I was amazed how strong he was. Smiling, some part of me couldn't help but feel a bit sad. A part of me feared the pair had only felt sorry for me. Now that I had recovered, the thought crossed my mind that they might push me to move out. A pair of lips covering my own startled me out of my thoughts and I felt my worries crumble away. Eric and Shelly loved me, and I hoped with everything in me that it wasn't a false love. As long as they were alive, I'll never have to worry about finding a place to live ever again. Because again, they were my home, we could be living on the streets, and I wouldn't care, because they were my home. A home isn't a place of building, but people that you care for. And these people, I care about, I love, and they were my home.

They will always be my home.

No matter what.