A World Made For Whores

9: Sleeping

As Night reenters his bedroom Glacier appears to be asleep.

"She wanted to wait for you but I convinced her to sleep." Desret says.

"Thank you. She needs the rest."

"Her throat is really bad Night." Tears prick his eyes.

"I know." He whispers. "He told me never to compare her to mother again. That the worthless Whore didn't deserve the comparison."

"He doesn't care enough to know how her death affected you. You haven't been the same in the years since. I've barely seen a smile. You smile around her." Desret looks at Glacier. "Only when you're around her."

"She's the only thing that makes me happy anymore." He walks over climbing into the bed next to her. Careful not to touch any of her injuries he pulls her closer. He kisses her neck gently. "I was so scared."

Desret doesn't respond, feeling as though the sentence was directed more towards sleeping Glacier than her. Night puts his arm over her hips, never wanting to let her go.

Glacier's muttering wakes Night early in the morning. He can't quite understand what she is saying until a scream of pain rips through her lips.

"Glacier!" He jolts up when she abruptly awakes, panting. She begins to sob.

"I don't want to dance tonight." She sobs. Night instantly wishes she weren't so delicate so he could comfort her. "He's going to make me dance tonight."

"Glacier what do you mean?"

"Your father said so yesterday. He told me that no matter how badly I'm beaten I will be dancing or he will beat me again. Why am I his target?" She stops speaking, her vocals becoming sobs. A crushing guilt fills Night.

"Because you're mine. He's using you to hurt me. I'm so sorry." He ran his hand over her hair until she cried herself to sleep.

"We will elope soon I promise." He whispers, kissing her head before slipping off into a sleep of his own.

A/N

Sorry for the short chapter, most of the rest of them are about this length. Only a few more chapters!