Dormans

Chapter 3

Chapter 3- Derrick, the comforter ?

well isn't he nice ? I sarcastically thought as I picked myself up, and brushing off imaginary dust, don't ask me why, I take time to look around this .. Suite of a room.

The room had two beds on either side, one was obviously a guys as there were slipknot and queen posters, a well as league of legends and tobuscus' posters. While the other side was mine for sure, as there were fairy lights lighted around the bed along with posters of tobuscus, queen, minecraft and green day. Ahead of the bed area, was a black leather sofa and a flat screen tv. Lastly there was a bathroom at the end and I guess there must be some storage or something.

Nonetheless the place was amazing.. As far as prison camps where you can openly see a persons guts splayed out on a window. Wait.. I'm at a freaking prison camp ! Running up to the door, I start banging my fists on the door, as a futile attempt of escaping, yelling repeatedly.

"Let me out of here !"

I continued until I spotted a bit of blood on my knuckles, ignoring at first, I continue until it widens and I have to stop. Wincing at the pain, I walk away from the door and walk over to my bed, where I sit, cradling my bloodied knuckles, wincing every time I touched it.

"I told you not to message me Kay" says a voice which I knew all too well, pushing up my glasses, I shoot my head up, looking at Derrick Dorman, who was now sitting in front of me looking sadly at my knuckles.

"Derrick ?.... Why are you here ?" I shyly ask him, but instead of answering me, he gently takes my hand in his, and I take note of how small my hands are in his. Like seriously his are HUGE ! Uhm yeah..

Back to the issue at hand. I looked at him as he took in my knuckles, before he got up and went to washroom, getting a tissue dampened with water, and knelt down before gently dabbing my knuckles, cleaning them, while I simply took him in.

His dark messy hair suited him as always and his brown almost black eyes which resembled mine were focused on my hands. He had a fitted green hoodie on dark blue jeans, which seemed to suit him quite well. Soon enough he finished and sat next to me on the bed, analysing me. I squirmed under his intense gaze and finally took in what I was wearing, a striped blue and grey half sleeves top, as well as fitted navy jeans and blue and yellow converse.

"D-Derrick ?" I asked, silently cursing at myself for stuttering.

"Yeah" he asked, his voice sounded raspy, and tired. Well he must be considering he is trapped.

"Where are we ?" sighing, he ran a hand through his already messed up hair before saying.

"Welcome to London" he sarcastically said smirking. On normal turns I would've been glaring at his smirk but then again, being trapped is not normal.

"What ?!" I ask, my mouth gaping open. Those butt heads knocked me out in dubai .. And now I'm in London ?! Freaking life. He must've noticed my shock because he gently placed a hand on my shoulder making me jump a little.

"Relax Kay, as long as you're with me you will be safe" relax .. RE- FREAKING- LAX ?!! How about no.

"Derrick, I'm in London. With you ! And my moms probably gone.. And something must've happened to Kenton ! Oh Kenton I'm so sorry for giving you a noogie !" I wailed, tears streaming down my face. He just brought me into a hug and held me close to him, until I stopped blubbering and crying. Attractive, I know. It was weird I still felt his warmth even after we let go, only to be replaced by the bitter cold.

"Kay.. Whose Kenton ?" I wiped my tears quickly to look at him in shock, confusion, and a "what the hell look" altogether. Smiling a little though I said.

"Kenton's my 5 year old baby brother.. And was that really all you got from the sob story ?" He chuckled softly, and ran a hand through his hair before he looked at me with a serious look and said.

"Well.. I wanted to know why you emphasised that you are staying or trapped rather in London .. With me"

I will admit his eyes can hold a lot of emotions and right now their intensity made me squirm a bit before replying in a weak voice I'm not sure he even heard.

"Uhm.. I guess it's because, I would never think I'd get trapped, with you, in London." He seemed to have accepted the answer because he nodded, though his serious face stayed. I preferred the smile.

"It is the most unlikely thing isn't it ?"

"Yeah" just then I let out a yawn and looked at the baby blue watch I always wear, seriously. You'll never find me without it. Wow .. 11pm. I spread my lips about to ask a question when Derrick replied for me.

"It's 8, you must tired huh.. Why don't you go to sleep? Your clothes will be in the washroom" nodding my head, I get up and walk towards the washroom, ignoring his burning gaze. Entering the washroom, I enter a hallway instead with doors framing the walls, a door on the left had a 'K' on it, so guessing it was mine, I yanked it open, only to be shocked by the clothes they had in there, all were exactly my style. Jeans, tops, and converse, as well as the occasional nighty. Grabbing a pair of cupcake pyjama pants and a plain black shirt, I enter the bathroom, and take a shower in my dreams.

Finally I finished and exiting the bathroom, I saw Derrick in all his shirtless glory. No it wasn't a six pack or a muscular body, he was just toned, with the occasional muscle here and there.

"You don't have to stare" he curtly said, shocking me out of my daydream. Snapping my head to his eyes, I see the coldness he showed earlier, without a trace of pleasure. This is when I finally saw it, his face had become paler, his eyes still had the brown black colour that entranced me, but he had rings under them. His lips were in an expressionless manner, no trace of the smile though.

Coughing, my eyes once again snap to his eyes, to realise I was staring .. At his lips; blushing furiously, I nod my head for no reason, I myself don't know why, and walk away, brushing his shoulder, and blushing madly.

Snuggling in my comforter, I took in its homely smell, when suddenly I feel a soft texture under my fingers, pulling it up, the non existent smile appears, and I hug the soft brown bear that my parents gave me who is commonly known as Cubberworth, Cubby for short. He still had the smell of cinnamon and oranges, which I had grown up with over the past years. Looking to the side, that is towards Derricks bed, I notice him there, staring off at the ceiling. Must be thinking about this damn place.

Yawning softly, I hug cubby closer and soon drift off to sleep. Maybe there ill be able to be free.