Tormented Fun

Chapter 13

"Um, Stella?" I asked. She was sitting on my bed with a knife, and we were alone. She could easily kill me.

She turned around, "Yeah?"

"Why do you have that?" I said, pointing at the knife.

She looked down, then back at me. She saw the fear in my eyes, and her eyes widened, "Oh, this is for self protection, if someone is able to get in."

I sighed in relief, "Thank god. I thought you were going to kill me."

She dropped the knife on the bed, and dashed up to me, holding my shoulders, "I could never, ever hurt you."

The sincerity in her eyes caught me off guard. I didn't know how to react to this, um, whatever this was.

So, I smiled, and pulled her into a hug, "Thank you."

She hugged me back. It was warm. Also, pretty enjoyable. She was so gentle. You would kind of expect a rock star to be a little, harsh, wouldn't you?

I let go of the hug first, and we backed away from each other, "I figured it'd make us both feel a bit safer if I spent the night here from now on," she said, looking totally innocent.

"Definitely, as long as you don't mind sharing the bed," I replied with a small laugh.

"I've got no problem with it," her voice had a hint of hopefulness in it. I wonder what she was hoping for.

I grabbed my pajamas from the back of my chair, then turned and headed for the bathroom. As I walked in the door, I saw a look on her face, hurt maybe? I had no idea. Reading people wasn't my top skill.

"Do I just sleep in my clothes?" Stella asked as I changed.

I thought, "I guess," unsure of what else to say.

No response. I finished, and exited the bathroom. She was under the blankets already, and looked to be asleep. I climbed in bed next to her. She rolled over to face me, "I really wish this place wasn't a murder asylum."

"I agree, but thinking about it, if I hadn't been forced to stay here, I probably wouldn't have."

She nodded, "Goodnight Sage."

I laid down, and so did Stella. It was rather comforting, knowing someone cared enough about my life to stay with me through the night. What a great thought to fall asleep on, right?

~Morning~

I woke up with a weight across my stomach. I opened my eyes, and saw that Stella was using me like a pillow. How was I supposed to get up without waking her?

I wiggled a bit, and she grunted, turning her head away from me. Dang, this was going to be hard.

I simply lifted her head, got out from under it, grabbed a pillow, and put her head on that instead of on me. It wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it was going to be. She looked like she was still asleep.

I grabbed my normal attire, and changed in the bathroom. I heard a noise while I was in there, but didn't think much of it. When I stepped out, and threw my pajamas at the chair, I saw Stella was gone. She had left without saying goodbye. That made me kind of sad.

Exiting the room, I saw Wyatt talking to Scisco. He looked slightly scared. She was simply nodding along while he spoke. Wyatt was a quiet person I thought. Who knew he would say more than ten words at a time?

Scisco saw me, her look could have definitely killed a person if looks could kill. I turned to the end of the hall and got in the elevator. Heading up to floor four, where Violet had been killed. Stepping out, I saw Flynn standing over her.