Hell Himself

Terror Filled Wonders.

Ameri's pov

The past few days have been... busy. Getting along with Bill, for once, actually took some getting used to. It was weird, but in a good way.

I sat up in bills bed, keeping the blanket covering my chest as I looked at him. He was asleep, laying on his stomach and hugging the pillow.

I never actually thought I'd willingly have sex with Bill, but that changed quickly multiple times.

Thank god for condoms.

I quietly got out of bed, putting my shirt on and throwing my shorts over my thighs. I picked up my bra and underwear from the floor, taking another glance at Bill before leaving his bedroom.

Tom's bedroom was a door down from Bill's, so it was easy to be silent and go in there without waking up either of the other guys.

I'd been sleeping in his room since he passed. I needed some sort of comfort regarding Tom at night.

As I walked down the hallway, I caught a subtle glance of the clock on the wall. '3:50am', it read. How I woke up so early, I don't know. Either way, I was too tired to stay standing. I cracked the bedroom door open, breathing deeply as I stepped inside and closed the door silently.

I went to the other end of the room and opened the chest of drawers, putting my bra and underwear inside and grabbing one of Tom's old shirts. I swapped mine for his, sighing in relief as the scent flew through my blood vessels.

I made sure to spray his clothes with his colognes daily and wash them with the same stuff Tom used, so they never lost their original scent.

I crawled into the bed, covering myself with the blanket and coiling my knees up to my stomach. My eyes closed gently, and it didn't take me a few minutes to fall asleep.

The sleep was peaceful, like laying down after a long day of hiking. It felt like nothing could worry me in that moment of rest. The feeling of the cold, soft velvet pillow against my cheek sent surges of comfort through my veins. The heavy double duvet swallowed my body whole, showering thuds of heat to seep into my skin.

It was all heaven inflamed until I suddenly heard the door slam open.

My eyes snapper open, looking across the room to see Tom.

Tom?

My Tom.

I couldn't see his face since he was a silhouette of my wonders.

I sat up, looking down at my hands. I had to have been hallucinating.

I heard him speak, making me look up at him in dread.

"You could've stopped him."

What?

He repeated himself. "You could've stopped him."

This was scary. I rose to my feet, stepping forward and opening my mouth to reply. "Stopped who?" I sighed and got closer. "What?"

A scoff came from his mouth. This is how I knew I wasn't hallucinating. It was all too real. He opened his arms to me, his voice hard.

"Come here." A loud huff came from his nose as he demanded me to go to him.

I was utterly confused. Nethertheless, it's Him. I'd been wishing for this moment to come to me again, I wasn't going to second guess this.

Not only did I go to him, but I launched myself into his arms. Clinging onto his body as if it was the last time I'd see him, which it probably was, I burst into tears.

My skin started trembling, my breath stuttered, and my tears fell fast. That knot in my throat got thicker and more painful by the second, where choked sobs barely made their way through.