little angel ☼ kit walker

iii. sweet intentions

1962

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A RACING heartbeat was all Gemma Martin could hear in her ears. Her heavy breathing dried her throat before she came to a stop at her office. Her fingers grasped around the door handle and shoved it open. Slamming it behind her in the process, rain had peppered the open window she was currently watching out. Her mind still whirling with the same questions from earlier – and still, none of them have been answered.

Gemma's chest rose and fell quickly, fiddling with her fingers, she sighed. "Will they actually get out?" She whispered, moving closer to the window.

Apart of the blonde actually wanted Kit Walker to escape, so if he is innocent, she might locate him after and maybe have a normal life with him. But, her inner anxiety hoped he didn't, because if Kit Walker isn't innocent, the lives he might take will rest on her soul. Either way; Gemma Martin would still endlessly fall and protect Kit Walker from this asylum and anyone who disrespects him as a human being. Even if he was, the famous Bloody Face – she highly doubted it though.

Gemma run her trembling hand through her tangled hair, throwing a jacket over her shoulders and exited her office. Flicking the lights off, Dr. Martin walked the hallway towards the exit of Briarcliff. With no guards by the door, she smiled shortly and pushed open the doors, the rain peppering her exposed chest. Plopping herself on the stairs, Gemma pulled out a cigarette (the package she found in her mother's desk drawer) and fumbled with the lighter.

Placing the stick between her chapped lips, her fingers flicked the lighter, a small flame barely staying alive due to the rain. Smoke from the cigarette fogging her throat as she inhaled, the anxiety of the Kit Walker situation slowly disappearing the more she inhaled and exhaled. Gemma closed her eyes, enjoying the fresh air as the rain slowed down. As much as she wished not to be interrupted, she was – by the last person she wanted to see right now.

Kit fucking Walker.

"Gemma –" He is soaking wet, obviously out in the rain longer than she had been. His eyes searched her's, a certain softness clear throughout his brown ones. Gemma stood quickly, backing up the three stairs. Her heart thumped loudly, she was almost sure the man in front of her could hear it as well. The cigarette fell from her fingers and immediately was put out due to the rain now falling violently.

Kit moved closer to Gemma, a hand reaching out to touch her. "Please – don't." She whispered, her back against the entrance to Briarcliff. He could sense the fear in her voice, which he has never once heard before.

She is truly afraid of you. He thought, retracting his hand and placing it by his side. "Gemma, I'm not the killer. You know that." Kit reminded her, his body almost touching her's. She felt somewhat at ease by her body language but, her mind was still racing. "That's why you showed me to much kindness. Gemma, you were – are, the first person in the god forsaken place to ever respect me as a person." Kit paused, his eyes boring into her green ones. "You can save me, Gemma. I know you can."

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With a pen in hand, Gemma Martin causally sat on one of the couches in the common room. Her notebook laid on her knees, while she sat in deep thought about her last meeting with Kit. Which was two days ago, when they met out in the rain, and Gemma finally came to terms with Kit being innocent.

She didn't have any sessions today because Sister Jude needed her full attention on the patients. Which meant spending her entire day in the common room, while her ears bled out from the horrible song that played non-stop.

Adrenaline filled the blonde's veins, slamming her untouched notebook closed, she threw it on the couch. Gemma stood from her seat quickly, slipping out of the common room. Her heels padded against the ground, as she made her way down the stairs towards the bakery. Her hands fumbled around the door knob, twisting it open she met Sister Mary Eunice. "Perfect! You're here! I was just coming to find one of the other Sisters, do you mind taking over?"

"No – No, of course not!" Gemma flatted down her blouse, "Go get to where you are going, Sister." She smiled politely, earning one back from the nun as she hurried out the door. Gemma glanced around the room, noticing Kit Walker beating the dough, roughly.

His back was facing her, and since they were the only two people in the room, she could easily talk to him. Her heels clicked across the floor, but the noise was covered by the table slamming over and over again. "I think you hurt the dough's feelings." She joked, a smile teasing him as he turned around.

Kit smirked back at her, dropping the dough on the table. "I think it'll be okay." He said, reassuring her as she moved closer. Her eyes leaving his and on his arms that looked bruised and battered. Gemma's eyes filled with concern, looking back to Kit's brown ones.

"Kit, I'm so sorry. I –" She was cut off by his words.

Kit placed his hands on both sides of Gemma's forearms. "It's not you're fault, okay?" He insisted, his glance stern but reassuring that his statement was true. "You've done nothing wrong, it's that stupid – Sister Jude." His grasp dropped from her arms and his back turned to face her again. The familiar sound of him beating the dough returned to her ears.

Gemma's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but her blood started to boil after seeing her mother could purposely hurt the man in front of her. "It is my fault!" She said, walking around the table to look at Kit. "I could have stopped her!"

"You couldn't have stopped her, Gemma!" Kit shouted, the same tome as the blonde was using. "You can't be at my side every minute!" Gemma scowled, her arms folding over her chest as her troubled thoughts jumbled throughout her head. "I don't need to be protected. I can handle myself." Kit mumbled, his fist punching the dough harder and harder.

"I'm not protecting you." Gemma stated, her eyes meeting Kit's. "I'm trying to help get you out of here." Her arms unfolded as the brunet walked around the table to reach her. "I want you to get out of here, safely."

Kit cupped Gemma's cheeks, "I will." He promised, "And, you'll come with me, of course." His lips curved into a small smile, which caused Gemma to mimic his action. Their stares in each other's eyes became heavy, and Gemma could feel Kit's breath on her face. With a slow movement, their lips concealed together.

Kit gently pushed Gemma's back against the edge of the table, her hands around his neck. His hands moved down from her cheeks and to her hips, where the kiss got heavier. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and Kit pushed her body roughly to his; no space between the two of them.

Realization washed over Gemma's mind, her eyes widening and her hands gently pushing Kit's body back. With just as much confusion, they both stared at each other. "We can't do this!" Gemma gritted through her teeth, her tone not directed at Kit; but at herself. "I'm supposed to be the doctor! I'm the doctor, you're the patient! This! Shouldn't be happening!"

Kit smirked, as he leaned closer to Gemma's lips. He started kissing her slow again, before she complied again. Her hands where they were before, while Kit hoisted her up on to the table. A harmless action, but to the pair of eyes watching them, it was almost as sinful as actually doing the act.

"Mister Walker and Dr. Martin, up to Sister Jude's office." A gruff voice called, causing both Kit and Gemma to jump immediately. The pair looked to each other, fear in each other's eyes, even though Gemma only had to face her mother. But, she wasn't worried about herself, she was worried about Kit. The one who will be held 'accountable' for this, will most likely be him. Gemma wouldn't be off the hook, but Kit Walker would be given the worst punishment out of the two of them. And, Gemma couldn't let that happen.

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next chapter is going to be the worst
you have been warned!