Fidd and Ford.

Chapter 8

Fiddleford returned home an hour later. His arms were full of brown paper bags. "I'm home!" He yelled. He walked into the kitchen to put away the groceries he had just bought. To his surprise he found Ford working on some equations at the kitchen table. "What are you doing out of bed!" Fidd exclaimed. He set down the paper bags on the table. Ford looked up at Fidd."oh, I was, I um, needed some water" Ford stuttered trying to make up an excused. "Water?" Fidd questioned in disbelief. "So where do the equations fit into this 'water' story?" Fiddleford poked holes in Fords tale. Fords expression was enough for Fiddleford to know he was lying. "Bed. Now" Fidd demanded. Ford stood up from the table. "Fine" he huffed. Ford looked up at Fidd with pleading eyes. "You're not guilt tripping me. Go to bed and I will be in to check on you once I've put the food away".
Ford walked past Fiddleford "okay" he whispered in his ear and left the kitchen.

Fidd finished putting away the food. Neatly stacking canned goods In the cupboards. 'I better go check on him' he thought to himself.

Fidd opened the bedroom door to find Ford lying in bed staring straight back at him. "I waited for you to open that door" Ford teased. "How ya feeling?" Fiddleford walked across the room to the bed side.
"Better" Ford groaned as he tried to sit up. "I would probably feel better if you were in here with me" Ford grinned. "If I can't do any work you can't either" he chuckled.
"Fine, but none of that funny business you tried to pull yesterday" Fiddleford smiled as he pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.

Hours past. Neither of them moved or said a word. They were both content in the present moment. Ford suddenly began to twitch, almost like he was having a fit. It started out small, but soon his motions became more violent.
"Ford, are you okay?" Fidd asked in a panicked tone. Ford didn't respond. His fit soon stopped.
"F-Ford. Are you okay?" Fiddleford stuttered in fear. Ford lay there, motionless. Fidd put his hand on Fords chest to try and feel for his heart beat. It was beating. Fiddleford sighed in relief. Fords eyelids flickered, he was about to open them. Fiddleford waited in suspense. Fords eyes opened wide, but it wasn't Ford. His eyes were glowing yellow and his pupils were long and thin.
Fiddleford screamed and fell backward on to the floor. He tried to shuffle across the floor, to get away from the bed.
"What are you doing in his bed?" Bill asked furiously as he leaned over the edge of the bed to face the petrified Fiddleford.
"I. Um, I-i uh" Fiddleford was to scared to speak. Bill sat on the edge of the bed "ohh, this is hilarious" he cackled as he poked his right arm "don't you love the sensation of intense pain surging through your body?" Bill questioned. Fiddleford was still frozen in fear. "Back to my question, what were doing in his bed?" Bill roared in anger. Bill got to his feet and began to walk toward Fiddleford, who was still on the floor.
Bill chuckled to himself as he drew closer to Fidd. "No, Bill leave me alone. I-i don't wanna talk to you" Fiddleford stammered as he shuffled his body along the floor, trying to to get away from Bill.

"I told him, I didn't approve of this behaviour. He did nothing about it, so I guess I will just have to do it myself" Bill said in a dark and evil tone. A huge smile was plastered on Fords face. Fidd tried to push himself away from Bill but his back hit the wall. There was nowhere else to go. Fidd sat on the floor in fear, he had no idea what Bill was going to do. He knew Bill could easily over power him in Ford's body.

Bill stood over Fidd. He still had a giant grin on his face. "Stand up you feeble human" Bill growled. Fidd slid his back up against the wall and squared up to Bill. Fiddleford trembled as he looked the monster in the eyes. Suddenly out if nowhere Bill punched Fiddleford in the jaw with his left hand. He yelped in pain as he fell to the floor clutching his face. Bill then kicked Fidd in the ribs with great power. Fiddleford's eyes filled with tears as he tried to catch his breath.
Bill then crouched down next to Fidd's head. "don't ever distract him from his work again" Bill snapped. Fidd didn't open his eyes. Tears streamed down his face. His face grew numb from the lack of oxygen intake.

"Fiddleford it's okay. It's me" a kind, familiar voice spoke out of the silence. Fidd opened his eyes to find his beloved ford, back to normal. "Ford!" He gasped "it was awful" he wiped tears from his face "ow" Fidd yelped in pain whilst hugging his side. "Come here" Ford insisted as he held out his left arm, welcoming Fidd in for a hug. Fiddleford leaned on ford's  shoulder and cried into his chest. "It's okay. I'm sorry this happened" Ford kissed the top of Fidd's head. They sat there on the floor for a while, reassuring one another.

No matter how hard he tried to forget what had just happened, Fiddleford couldn't shake Bill's warning from his mind. He pulled away from Ford's grip. "Fidd?" Ford asked in surprise. "I. I think I should stay in my own bed tonight" Fidd said as he stood up from the floor. "ya need help getting back in bed?" Fidd held out his hand. Ford grabbed hold of Fidd's hand and pulled him self off the floor.

Fidd set Ford down in his bed and pulled the covers over his beloved Ford. "good night" Fidd said as he kissed Fords head. "I love you" Ford whispered as he gazed into Fidd's deep blue eyes. " I love you too" Fidd whispered back. " I will be back in the morning to check on you". Fiddleford then turned and left the room.