Rogue Cheney x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 22: Recovery

Your POV

~8 hours later~

"I finally found you." There he is. Standing a few feet from me. Caleb.

"I told you I would find you. Now, I believe you deserve punishment for running away from me don't you think."

I shake my head vigorously, desperately trying to run away. But I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to, I couldn't, it was as if my body is frozen. Unable to move. He inches closer, raising a sharp knife towards me.

"You remember this don't you?"

I open my mouth wanting to scream out but it's like my voice disappeared.

"This knife, is the same knife I scrapped along your skin. The same knife that I've been 'playing' with you. The same knife that will continue its journey along your smooth, delicate skin." He smiles as he grazes the knife across my cheek, red droplets of blood slides down my face.

Tears escape my eyes, staring at the monster in front of me.

Caleb stares at me with a maniac look, smiling ear to ear.

He laughs, and lifts my head up with his fingers.

"Your home, with me."

Then he plunges the knife through my heart.

I snap open my eyes, throwing the blankets away as I sit up panting. Sweat coats my body and drips onto the sheets.

I frantically look around, searching for any sign of Rogue.blankets are thrown over and the door is opened slightly. A whiff of air sends traces of Rogue scent up my nose.

I push myself off the bed, grunting and wincing in pain. I clutch my stomach in an attempt to ease the pain.

No, I can't stop. I have to know that Rogue is ok.

I push past the pain and limp towards the door. I grab a hold of the knob, using to help keep me standing. I limp through the small corridor heading towards the hallway opening.

A sharp pain ignites in my ankle causing me to fall. I gasp, hands reaching out for anything to stop me from hitting the ground.

Before I near contact, an arm links around my back and another swings itself under my knees, picking my up bridal style. I grunt in discomfort, shaking in sudden pain.

I weakly look up to see the red orbs I've desperately wanted to see.

"Rogue!" I throw my arms around his neck, pulling myself up to his shoulder, snuggling into him. I can't help but let a few stray tears fall.

Rogue does the same, pulling me closer to his body and burying his nose into my neck. "Are you ok?" He asks, clearly concerned.

"I am now." I reply, pulling back to stare into his eyes.

"You shouldn't be standing."

"Neither should you."

"I'm not the one who got impaled by a sword."

I sigh, leaning my head on his chest.

"I'm sorry. You just really scared the shit out of me." Rogue says.

"No, you don't have to apologise. I just really needed to see you." I reply, gripping him more.

Rogue looks at me sympathetically before giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Did you have a nightmare?"

I nod shamefully in response.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." I murmur as I continue to hide my face in his chest.