The curtain is quickly ripped back and his rigid face comes into view. He's just as frightening as I remembered.
I hold my breath when he leans in, his dark eyes twinkle with sick amusement, he enjoys watching me scared.
I loudly whimper when he reaches his bony, ill colored arm out for me.
My whole body begins to shake rapidly.
I try and push him away but I'm no match against him, this evil creature.
His long, pointed nail touches the top of my cheek.
His breath smelling like death and decay making me cringe harder, he slowly whispers;
"Tag, you're it." And drags his sharp nail roughly down the side of my face causing blood to spill out.
I jolt awake letting out an ear piercing shriek and start to hit the figure in front of me. Its weight making me struggle to get free.
I can't let him kill me, I won't go down without a fight.
"No! No! Get off of me! HELP! " I cried out. My eyes frantically searching around the room for and escape.
I felt like I was drowning, suffocating.
"Scarlet calm down! It's me, it's Harold. I'm not going to hurt you baby." I hear Harold coo, his voice right next to me. "It's alright."
Had it only been a dream?
My eyes finally focus on him, and only him. The man in the cloak no where to be found. I let out a shaky breath.
"Harold?" I weakly whisper. I reach out for him.
Needing his warmth and shelter. Never thinking I would ever.
"Yes scar, it's me, it's okay, shhh." And I believed him.
I let him hold me and rock me back in forth in his strong arms for as long as he was willing too.
He whispered sweet nothings in my ear and softly stroked down my back and hair.
Occasionally kissing my forehead, my nose, and my cheeks.
Anywhere he could, yet he didn't force a kiss to my mouth, he didn't want to make me even more upset than I already was.
He knew I was in a fragile state, and I mentally thanked him for understanding that.
After an hour or so, I was finally still, my eyes remained closed and my head rested peacefully on his non moving chest.
My right hand lazily drew patterns and shapes against his chest, I eventually stopped and looked up at him.
"Harold?" My voice was weak, barely coming out without cracking.
"Yes my love?" His soft voice made my whole body feel warm and belly stir. I shifted at the feeling.
His normal dark eyes were now the light shade of green that I adored, they watching me with adoration and wonder.
Like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, nothing around us existing.
"Thank you." I leaned up and wrapped my arms around his neck, him tightening his grip around me and hiding his face in my hair, inhaling my scent.
I couldn't tell you how long we laid there for, in my bed, under the covers just holding onto one another.
The atmosphere around us was calm, never once did I feel awkward or wrong laying here tangled up with my captor, as I should have.
It struck me how right this felt, when in reality I shouldn't be feeling like this at all.
Then I dwelled on the thought longer and longer until my head started to hurt.
why am I letting him hold me like this?
I should be using this moment and find away to hurt him, escape far away from this place.
Never looking back.
But why haven't I?
Why am I still laying here and letting this beast hold me and caress me?
That's when I knew, that I might actually have feelings blooming for you.
There was no way to stop them either.
I could try and accept them or I could fight against them until I went insane.
I felt lost, so confused. I was scared to admit it, that I might actually be able to love you too.
And that terrified me.
A/N: New chapter for my babies, you guys deserve it! I hope you enjoy it, thank you for reading. You all are really incredible :)
-k xx
