Dimensions and Doritos

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Rosabella's POV-
None of the shirts fit.

NONE!

My dad was a skinny guy, so I tried Caleb's old shirts.

Those didn't fit that well either.

I groaned and looked at the pile of shirts on the floor. The guy was just sitting on my bed, looking at me like he found this whole situation amusing.

"This isn't funny!" I wailed, digging threw the pile of clothes.

"Really? Cause I think it is."
I glared at him then tossed him Caleb's black hoodie.

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It fit!

Thank God for hoodies.

I did a small happy dance then raced from the room again to get a celebration Dorito I froze mid-step and frowned, I went back into my room frowning.
"Shouldn't we clean and change your bandages?" I asked. The guy looked up at me and blew a strand of hair from his face. 

Wait.

Bandages.

Wasn't I supposed to do something?

Call someone?

OH THE HOSPITAL!

"Oh! I need to call the hospital!" I yelled, scrabbling towards my phone.

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Baxter's POV-
I frowned as the girl picked up what I assumed to be a phone and started frantically fiddling with it.

What's a hospital again?

I racked my brain for my lessons on Terria.

"If you should ever find your self in danger, NEVER go to a hospital. They ask questions, and questions mean authorities."

Oh.

I lunged forward and recked the phone from her grip, tossing it aside. The girl looked confused, then fear started to show on her face.
But I didn't care.
FINALLY! Where have you been common sense?!

"No hospitals." I hissed, trapping her wrist in my own. "B-But your hurt! And I am terrible at anything medical!" She stuttered.

I narrowed my eyes, making her gulp. "No. Hospitals. We'll figure something out. But no hospitals."

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Rosabella's POV-

For the first time today, I felt scared.
Like-legitimately scared.

I nodded frantically and he released me. "Glad we're on the page." He mumbled, walking away.

I swallowed and my hands started to shake.

This was bad.

The small voice that had been in the background this entire time now screamed at me. 

GET YOUR NO-GOOD BUT TO A PHONE TO CALL THE POLICE!

Ok. Yeah, police are good.

     I quietly slipped from the room and walked to the kitchen, were we kept a dial cord phone.

Why didn't I do this as soon as he woke up?!

The dude had a dagger for petes sake!

I fumbled with the phone for a second then turned away from the door slightly, lowering my head towards the speaker.

I pressed the 3 magic numbers and waited.

"911 what's your emergency?"
"Uhm...h-hi. I found a half dead guy in my backyard and he has a weapon." I managed.

"All right ma'am. Where is he now?"
"He's in my room. I tried my best to help him but he is starting to scare me. He doesn't want a hospital."

I heard a distant creak but just assumed it was the houses walls.

"Alright ma'am. What's your address?"
"1180-AH!"

The phone was recked from my grip and pulled from the wall. I froze as the guy yanked the entire thing from the wall and smashed it to the floor.

Run.

Great idea!

I turned to run but he grabbed both my wrists and whirled me back around, his eyes glowing golden.

"I just told you no hospitals! So you go and call the police?!" He yelled, his grip like vipers.

I let out a cry as he kept squeezing harder and tears welled up in my eyes. "P-please! Your hurting m-me!"

"So?! I should break your wrists! And snap each and everyone of your fingers so you can't even pick up a phone again!" He yelled at me. My knees bucked and I let out a sob. "Don't ever call the police again you hear me?! Don't ever do that again!" He shook my wrists, making my body sway. Tears were running down my face as I tried to reck my hands from his, but he only tightened it. Any tighter, and they'll snap.

"Ok! Ok! I promise! I promise I won't call anyone! Please just let me go!" I sobbed. He dropped my wrists and I cradled them to my chest, lowering my self to the floor shaking. My hands wouldn't stop trembling and I couldn't move my wrists.

I heard a sigh and looked up, the mysterious guy was frowning at the wall, then he turned to look down at me and I flinched.

Another sigh.

"Come on," he mumbled, gently pulling my arms so I stood up. I let him lead me to my room, the entire time I was sniffling and cradling my red wrists.
Lesson learned.

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Baxter's POV-
Nothing could describe my fury when I had caught her on the phone calling the police.

I shouldn't really blame her, after all, she was just a confused, small, frightened Terriaian trapped in a house with a "Mr Murderer" as I had heard her mumble in her sleep.

I sat her on the bed and crouched down in front of her, gently taking her wrists in mine again.

I heard her whimper as I looked them over.
Sometimes I forget my own strength. Her wrists were red and swollen, and she looked like she couldn't move them.

I glanced up to see her eyes downcast, her tears had stopped but every once and a while she would sniffle.

Do I regret it?

A little.

But she was about to have the police here! And that would not help my cause at all!

I needed her to realize that I was the one with the power, and I am pretty sure she got that message.

I patted her knee twice before getting up and fetching the first aid kit I had seen. I knelt back down in front of her and once again took her wrists in mine.

Her hands were so tiny. Both of them fit into one of mine.
No wonder it had been so easy to almost snap them.

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Rosabella's POV-
He reminded me of a stray dog.

One second, they were all friendly and happy that they had company,
But the next second, they snap at you and bare their teeth.

I watched as he wrapped my wrists in a white bandage after he had spread an ointment on them.

I frowned as he leaned forward and started to blow.
What the dancing Dorito-oh.

It felt like he had ice in his mouth, because a chilly stream of air came from his lips and hit my wrists, easing the pain.

I closed my eyes as the pain began to subside. It felt sooo good.

But a thought nagged me;
His eyes had been glowing golden,
His grip was much stronger than a normal person,
And now he has really really cold breath.

Who exactly did I bring into my home?
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