Dark • Richard

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Since your childhood you've been scared of dark. From the creepy silhouettes of things in your room to subtle knocking and scratching that were giving you goose bumps. Having a flashlight by your side is normal thing, so is sleeping with lights on.

It wouldn't be your everyday problem if your stepmother wasn't a drinker. It all started when you were four and your dad died. He was like your best friend and when he passed away you had noone to play with. For no reason children didn't like you and didn't want to play with you. So most of the time you just stood in a corner and watched other kids laughing and doing shenanigans together, without you.

Then when you came back home, finding your wasted mother on a couch, you grabbed your toys and went outside. It was fine until your mother woke up and began screaming at you and throwing things at you because you are a little brat who isn't doing anything in the house. Then she locked you in your room without any lights on and scared you that in your closet lives a monster and under your bed too. If you won't fall asleep quickly they will grab you and eat you. And what would you expect fron a little child? You hid under your blanket and tried to fall asleep.

Then, when you were older it got worse. When you brought D- from a math she went nuts. She beat you, threatened that she will kill you and again locked you in your room. You cried whole night and were scared as hell. You didn't even dare to tell someone because you were afraid your mom finds out and honestly you rather weren't thinking about what she'd possibly do to you. 

As you turned 18 you stole everything valuable, all her money, packed your stuff and run away. As you expected she didn't even try to find you and you were really pleased by her choice. You found a little apartment, found a job and you were happy. In a coffee-bar you met, now your best friend, Zoe who is the most important person in your life. She helped you when you got kicked out of your job, she gave you money and as a tv show lover she showed you Supernatural. Since first episode you've been in love with the Winchesters. And one day she brought you to a convention where you met, now your boyfriend of two years, Richard. To this day you can't believe it and still remeber how it went.

*flashbaaaaack* 

•You hurried to your room with cup of water in your hand, Zoe forgot her phone so you sacrificed yourself for her. Trying not to spill it all over you, you went quickly but carefully. But when you turned a corner you bumped to somebody and spilt it all over them. Great, good job.

''Oh shit, crap. I am so sorry'' you started wiping the poor person's chest with your tissues. ''Damn it. I apologize, I-, Um-, uh-'' your words stuck in your throat as you looked up. There stood, in all his glory Richard freackin Speight jr. You were like paralyzed, just looking at him with a tissue in your hand. ''It's ok, it's just water.'' he smiled at you. You couldn't believe it. Your eyes were locked with his as your heart wanted to explode of excitement. ''Hey are you okay? Are you alive?'' he joked and waved his hand before you. You woke up from your trance and smiled awkwardly. ''Yeah, I just... go. I am really sorry.'' and before he could response you were gone. Quickly unlocking the door, you entered and slammed  the door behind you. Leaning against them you let out the breath you were holding. ''What the hell just happened?!''

~ 3 or so hours later ~

''Zoe shut up'' you tried to make Zoe stop laughing but it was useless. You told her what happened and it is so funny to her. ''So you just kept wiping his chest with your tissues'' you rolled your eyes. You had this little plastic box in your hand filled with spaghetti and ketchup. You ate it in peace, sort of, and still listened her mocking. You had fork in one hand and the box in other, ''Zoe I told you it was an accident'' you waved your hand around you and someone just had to step in. The box with the spaghetti was on the persons chest now. You closed your eyes and sighed hopelessly. You turned around and placed your hand over your mouth. Richard stood there, whole shirt covered with spaghetti and ketchup, shocked face and hands in position 'what the fuck?'. Zoe patted your shoulder and started walking away, ''See ya later hun.'' she winked. ''Zoe what the-'' you whispered angrily that she left you there. You turned back at Rich who was smiling now.

''I am so sorry I swear I am not doing this on purpose.'' you grabbed the spaghetti from his chest and let them fall on a ground. He looked at the fallen spaghetti and back at you. He smirked, ''You sure?''  he chuckled.

 ''I am really sorry, I'll buy you new shirt or I dunno, '' you pulled out your tissues and wiped the ketchup a little. He stopped you and shook his head, ''It's fine like who would notice this?'' he pointed at his big ketchup taint jokingly. You grinned and run your hand over your face, ''Still I am sorry.''  you replied. ''What's your name?'' he asked run his hand through his golden locks.

''I'm (Y/n).'' you extended your hand and he shook it. ''Nice to meet you, goof'' he teased you and you laughed. ''I have to go now but, what about you meet me in the bar, floor below, tonight?'' he asked and you shifted insecurely, ''I don't know, my friend she-''

''As I saw a moment ago your friend won't mind''  he reamrked. Should you go? ''I'll be there about 10 pm, it's your choice if you come. Decide goof'' he winked. •

~ end of flashbaaack ~

You already know how it ended. Your nickname lasts till this day and you don't mind. Rich stayed with Rob and Matt in a bar but you were tired so you went back to your room. Currently you are reading a book and sipping your drink. You turned to another page when all lights went out. ''No...'' you whispered and felt your throat tightening. Closing the book you let it fall and you tried to find your flashlight. But when you stood up you were petrified. You couldn't move your legs or any part of your body. Looking around even though you can't see a damn thing your hallucinatios took their turn. The familiar knocking and scratching started and your breathing sped up rapidly. You felt to your knees and then on your side. Hugging your legs to your body your mother showed in your mind. Bottle of whiskey in her hand and cigarette in the other. How she yelled at you what a disappointment you are. How much she hates you and your dad too. In your ears played the horrible melody. 

Tili tili bom, close your eyes now, someone's walking outside the house, and knock on the door...

''Stop, please...'' you were crying with hands over your ears. 

*meanwhile ~ Rich's POV*

I was drinking my beer and chatted with Rob and Matt about convention. I sipped from my beer and the lights went out. Knowing what it means I placed the beer aside, ''I gotta go'' quickly standing up I hurried to our room. With all lights out it was harded but after minute I was there. Unlocking the door I didn't bother to close them as I saw (Y/n) laying on a floor crying. I rushed to her and kneeled next to her. When she noticed I was there she was immediately straddling me and had tight grip onto my shirt. Her head placed in the crook of my neck crying. I kissed her temple and carresed her back. ''I am here honey, it is okay.'' I whispered as she was shaking in fear. ''Breathe with me, breath in and out. Shh I am here nothing's gonna happen to you'' I tried to calm her down. 

It happened few times but it never was that serious. I've never seen her cry or shake like this. I was rubbing her back while humming some melodies. After whle she stopped crying and shaking. 

''I love you my goof.'' I kissed her head. The lights were turned on again and she raised her head. Her eyes were red from crying and cheeks covered in tears. But still she was beautiful. I wiped the tears away and she leaned into my touch. ''Thank you'' she whispered and kissed me softly. 

''I won't let it happen again I promise goof'' I stated and sat there with her until she fell aslepp.

~

AGAIN. I DON'T. KNOW.

The lullaby is creepy af...

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