Stormy P.O.V-
"No, no, no" I whine as I stare at the TV; okay so I managed to sort out the back room... But I opened a box and it had all my DVD's in and I had to watch batman- I just love the film. Okay, maybe I just got hooked on it... It's not my fault I thought I could multi-task!
So as it happens it's five to eleven; I'm glad I already had a shower and re did my make up, consisting of mascara... Yeah I already classed myself as a lazy person! I pull on my black denim shorts, my black vest top, and my black hoodie; pulling on my all black converse before tying my hair up into a really messy pony tail; I grab my phone and keys before running out.
Damn it; I'm going to be late, I have 3 minuets! "I'll see you in a bit Lola" I yell before pulling up my hood; I start sprinting up the road.
It's not like I forgot, because I promise you I didn't...Every minuet I would check my phone. But it's like when you close your eyes for a minuet in bed but its been an hour?! I swear Batman and the Joker are just mesmerizing.
I should really go to the gym more!
What time is it?... I feel like I've been running for hours! I need to stop, my legs are going to fall off! You need to think straight, Stormy that's impossible!
... I made it, I actually made it; yeah... Like 5 minuets late...But PPPHHHFFTT it will be all good; oh my god that was just meant to be; I love ivy it reminds me of a rigging net.
I know Michael's room, it's the one with the window open and the light off...Wait what? He most likely doesn't want to cause suspicion. I walk towards it, grabbing it I slip my feet in and slowly start climbing.
It was quiet easy; even if I did get tangled a few time, I managed to reach the window sill; it was made of stone , to match the period building; but It was so smooth! I pull myself up slipping in the room; I look to find it empty.
I step forward, the floor board creaking slightly; "Stormy, Stormy, Stormy" a soft but broken voice repeats slowly; I turn towards the bed to find Michael. I can't help but let my jaw drop and a cold gasp escape my lips.
I run over to him; my heart jumping out my rib cage in panic. My hands cupping his cheek as I straddle his lap. Blood plastered and painted on him; his eyes blood shot and strained, his hair out of place, his right eye black, his lip bleeding, his clothes torn, and cuts sprinkled over him for decoration.
"What happened? Who did this to you?" I question, he stares at me smiling slightly
"Shshs, it's okay Kitten, you're okay. I love you!" he says in a weak whisper, leaning a forward planting a soft kiss on my forehead as tears spill from my eyes. His cold arms wrapping around my waist as he closes his eyes. His head falling into my neck.
