The Future

More Years to Come

I took a slow breath, cuddling into Scott's pillow. I was laying in his trailer, drifting in and out of sleep. Nicole had stayed with me for most of the night, which I was grateful for. But I had woken again a few minutes ago, only to be alone in the trailer.

Being alone, my thoughts moved to the call I had gotten hours ago. A man was dead.

A man that I had only met once, but it was on my first date with Scott. And...I was almost positive that was why Ralph had killed the man. Just because he had been a tiny part of our date.

"Mitch?"

I looked to the door as it opened, smiling slightly as Scott shut it behind him. "Hi," I muttered.

He sat on the bed, cupping my cheek. "How ya feeling?" he asked.

"Tired," I admitted. "How did filming go?"

"Good, we just finished up," he replied. "And I called the officer."

I sighed, closing my eyes. "Oh."

"What happened wasn't your fault, Da Vinci," Scott said softly.

"How can you say that?" I asked, sitting up, looking into his eyes. "Ralph wants me, and will hurt anyone is his way! He killed that man just because we went on a date there!"

"And that's not your fault!" Scott cried, cupping my face entirely. "Ralph is a bastard, Mitch, and that has nothing to do with you! He could have latched onto anyone, and you couldn't have helped that, okay?"

I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. "But..."

"No," Scott said softly now, resting his forehead against mine. "There's nothing we could have done."

I sobbed, shaking my head as Scott pulled me into him. "It'll all be okay, Mitchie," he whispered, laying us down on the bed. "I promise."

It took a few days for me to smile again, but Scott distracted me fully when he could. Filming continued, and slowly but surely the entirety of the cast and crew relaxed. No threats came, no break ins occurred, nothing. It almost seemed like...everything went back to normal. As if Ralph had never worked there.

And I forgot about him. I knew Ralph would still be wanting me, until he was caught. But here I was safe. Here, I had friends. Here, I had Scott.

"Little Red!"

I spun, smiling as Kirstie ran towards me. "Ya, K?" I asked.

"What are you getting Scott for his birthday?" She questioned, slightly out of breath.

Laughing softly, I said, "You forgot, didn't you?"

"No, I just...can't think of anything," Kirstin replied, making me laugh.
Shaking my head, I said, "I'm getting him something special."

"Special like what?" Kirstin asked.

"Like none of your business," I replied, poking her shoulder.

Kirstin pouted, but slowly smirked. "It's a super special gift, isn't it?"
Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Well it's gonna stay there until you tell me," she replied.

Sighing, I looked around, before leaning closer to Kirstin. "I'm making up for the fact we didn't celebrate Valentine's Day, okay?"

"Oh, smart!" She cried, crying out as I slapped her arm.

"Shut up," I whispered. "I'm still finishing it all up."

"If you need help, let me know," she told me, her eyes growing wide. I could see it in Kirstin's eyes- the memory of Valentine's day running through her mind.