Taming the Storm- a Storm and Silence Fanfiction

Single One-shot Bonus chapter for 500 reads!

Okay so quick recap-  this is a one-shot of one of Sir Rob's chapters ( one of his best in my opinion). It is a random one shot and is not linked to the my plot line in any way. 

- This is a thank you for helping me reach to 500 reads, yes Im currently writing the thank you chapter for 1000 reads as well. And there will be one for 5000 reads as well!

I would advise people go back and read the storm and silence chapter linked to this one, its called Looking for truffles and Butterflies

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I stood in my office waiting for her. I could hear the shower running, and It took everything in me to remain a gentlemen by staying in my chair.  But trust you me, it was a challenge. I tried to distract myself in every way possible, but the sounds of water splashing seemed to infinitely hold my attention.

I watched the clock tick. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. I was just about to loose it. I was now fully restraining myself. A part of me, was actually afraid I would open the door and walk in on her, while she showered. That thought alone, mad blood rush to my face. 20 minutes had now past. Was she purposely torturing me?

 It was enough that I was letting a employee shower in my bathroom! But to let a an employee that was a woman? I must have already broken every rule in the book. I could feel my control slowly breaking down. Ever seen a carpet tear? One string goes loose, and slowly that single tread starts the journey downward. I felt like a carpet now, each tick of the clock was like another tread being pulled straight out of my carpet of control.  

Now thirty minutes had passed by. I heard the shower turn off, and I let out a giant breathe of air. Thank god,  I thought, I made it. I walked over to the bathroom door, ready to give her  piece of my mind. What kind of person took this long taking a shower? But even I knew that the problem wasn't really how long she took, but how difficult it was for me to stay in control with every passing second. At last she came out. Wet hair, clothes damp clinging to her skin. Quick! I thought look away, change the topic, distract yourself. 

But my brain was still in a frenzy, so rather than changing the topic, I heard myself ask her why she took so long in the shower. I was now really hoping that she would say something and change the topic, but of course Mr. Linton was not normal in any manner, especially not drunk! So bluntly she asked me if I spied on people while they were in the shower. This shocked me silent. Did I look like a person who spied on people while they were in the shower? My brain processed this for several seconds. I immediately answered back no. But a part of me was sure that had she spent another minute in the shower, my answer would have been different. 

I then preceded into the bathroom. While walking, Mr. Linton, continued to utter illogical sentences, which I continued to ignore. I was now only half listening, eager to put some needed space between us.  I probably showered in less than three minutes, terribly eager to get out of the place where Mr. Linton had stood moments ago showering. The shower did little to ease my mind, rather it seemed to make my mind more aware of Mr. Linton's every movement. 

Maybe the alcohol had gotten to my head as well. That must be it, maybe they had made the drinks stronger than usual. That could explain all the strange feelings I was feeling within me. I got out of the bathroom, only to find Mr. Linton leaning against the wall, towel in hand. 

I stood there for several seconds watching her. 

What was she doing? Trying to use a towel to kill herself? 

At first she seemed to be using the towel to choke herself, now she seemed to be using it to strangle herself.  Good god I thought, do something! before she actually hurts herself. Imagine that I thought, employee found dead, murder weapon: damp towel. 

I had to fight myself from smiling. 

I walked over, and grabbed the towel. She was still holding onto to it, but jerked her hand back as she saw me reach forward. I helped her de-tangle herself from the towel, possibly saving her life. She seemed to sense the threat the towel brought to her as well,considering how thankful she looked. Maybe she did have a sense of safety after all, but then again it only seemed to be activated when dealing with towels.

I used the towel to tie a simple knot around her hair, grabbing onto all the wet hair and sliding it into the towel. I couldn't help but notice how soft the hair was. As I continued to admire her hair from a close, I knew for sure that I wasn't in the right state of mind either. 

I gave her a few simple instructions on how to towel dry hair. I felt it was important for me to do so, considering she couldn't even seem to locate her own hair, let alone use a towel. Last thing I wanted was for her to accidentally rip off all her hair. Somehow, that didn't seem all that unlikely,  looking at her now. 

I helped her sit down as her legs began to get wobbly. I had to make sure this... this ifrit was able to make it home safe. I wasnt about to let her escape a gun fire, only to die slipping on the floor. My heart thumped painfully at that thought.

She proceeded to ask me how I knew how to towel dry hair. Like many times before, the truth just came out from my lips before I could think about my answer. Something about her, always made me want to be truthful. Sure I tried my hardest to change the topic or distract her with something else, but most times I found myself just being truthful when answering her. She seemed surprised to know that I had long hair at one point, perhaps she was unable to imagine my being poor at one point. I had seen poverty. I had to create this empire myself, and so I knew how important money was and how easy it was to waste it. 

A few minutes had passed, and I figured it was probably time to get another towel, so that she could properly dry her hair. Why I was so concerned with her hair, I wasn't really sure. But perhaps it had to do with her not strangling herself again. . 

I walked back into the room, towel in hand. Only to find her fast asleep on my chair. Hair strands had fallen onto her face. Before I could stop myself, my hand reached out and moved the strands away from her face. I stared at her for a few seconds, the moonlight was now shinning through the room, and was illuminating her face. She looked beautiful I thought, sure she was still dressed in men's clothes, but surely those around her must think her too beautiful and delicate to be a man, Right?

Before I began to ponder these thoughts for too long, I thought it would be best to wake her up. 

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Kinda short I know,

the second part of this chapter is coming up soon, I should have it out to you by tom!

I plan to give you all three chapters that I promised you guys by the end of this week. Thank you guys for being so patient. kinda been dead all week so thats why this chapter isn't that long. But hey Glenn and Daryl survived ( eh spoilers), so I figured it was time to come out of hibernation!

Tell me what you think of the cover of this fan fiction, you like? Made it in like 2 minutes so eh.  

The fan fiction is now on SirRob's fanfiction list, he was so kind to add it. He's the best you guys, so sweet! 

Do you guys read these little comments I write, just wondering? I hope you do. I will continue to leave little blurbs of thoughts and suggestions, anyways. Shout out to all my walking dead fans, who have been readings all these random comments about Glenn and Daryl, I'm kinda obsessed about their safety is all. 

anyhow:

Love you guys,

Yours,

Lily White ( like always ignore the spelling errors, you cant have my writing without them, and yes I have no sense of how to use a comma, forgive me!) ( I laughed writing some parts in this chapter, let me know if I made you laugh too!)