Bridget's pov :
I have to talk to him. Yeah, we were going to set up some rules. But, I was hoping....With me being fine, and I've got Ivy. We could just see how I went. Silver's being cool, I'm getting to know India (Without being insanely crazy!) Delaney's funny. He has this sweet english accent. He's trying to sort India out, he also wants to give her back a "past". Who she was, where she came from. Ivy's interested too (She keeps looking at Indie) She sits with Indie.....Asks her questions. India can't answer them. But, she try's!
Van's scaring me, but.....Something makes me listen to him. I keep having these odd flashes, he's pointing me in a direction. But, I have a "direction".....And, I want to tell him. I want my parent's money. I know, I told my aunt she could have it. And go screw herself! But, I want it back. That money could help make the "change" I have in mind.
"..Bridget. What are you doing. Tell me!.." Van's standing right in front of me, takes the piece of paper I'm holding. I let him take it....It's got ideas, I've been thinking about. He looks at me.
"..You want money? What for? Tell me..."
"..Van, read it properly...." He gives me a stern look. "..Sorry. Please read it. I will explain. Okay?..." Nate nods, I answered him correctly (Or correct enough) He wants "manners".....Politeness. It is the height of good behaviour. I'm starting to worry about him, but I think my fear of him get's me first (But, I don't panic too much.....Cause something deep within stands it's ground) Could Van be trying to "curb" something before it get's the upper-hand (Again?)
"..Have you eaten? Had three glasses of water? What's that in your hand?!..." I stare at Van a second, take a deep breath...."Van. Yes to the first two. This?..." I hold the pen up. Van removes it from my fingers.
"..A weapon! Repeat the rules..."
"...Van? Ummm..."
"...Now. Bridget. Say them!..." His eyes are the colour of blood, teeth glinting at me. He's not smiling.
"..Ooo. Ummm....Eat well. Drink well. Rest seven hours. I'm not to be out of your sight. I don't need to see you. You can be out of my sight. Be close to where you are....Umm. Ooo...." Van looks me right in the eye...."Bridget. Say it.....Now. You know my rules. Continue..."
"...I need to hear what your doing, in my mind see what your doing. I have to tell you, what you were doing..." Van thought this through. He's slow but smooth in his actions, all his actions have a rhythm (A little repetitive....Calming. Quiet) I've found my self having to really listen, think.....At first try to picture. I then started to "tune" in.
I would walk up to him, where ever he was....Want to touch him. Van would stop me, shake his head. Grin. I wanted that smile! I started to crave....His energy. Van once looked at me...."What do you feel? Tell me. Say it, don't think. Now!..."
My eyes went blue/green....Fingers twitched, nails turned grey. Van glared a stern frown.
"...No! Stop. Stand, hands down! Control, Bridget. Don't let the eyes show. Don't let the mind let go!.."
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Van's pov :
She has been sooo angry. And.....Charming. And....Sad. Anger. I can fight. Charming. I fear. Sad. I just want to hold her. Tell her, she's cool....I still belong to her. She had me with her wrists, her "giving-gesture"......She ruined me, with a skull band-aid. Vera had dealt a reminder, one busy morning (The cut came out of no where. I left my self stupidly open for the taking!)
No one is safe with a woman and her personal switch-blade. Vera is just simply bat-shit-crazy! Plain and simple. Silver warned me to be on guard....I slacked off!
I want to keep Bridget well away from her. Mind due, Bridge could "accidentally" kill her for us all!
This morning....I woke up to finger-tips lightly dancing on my eye-lids. She was sitting on the side of the bed, smiling. She wanted to be close, she wanted to be nice. I told her to stand up, move away from the bed (She was having her breakfast alone) I have to be "tough". I don't want to be. Bridget stared at me....She started to mumble a small sorry....Then, went quiet. We both felt the rage build (Her hands clenched. She almost didn't have her breakfast)
Her hands were such tight fists. They wouldn't allow her to pick up her cereal spoon!
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India helped her with a sandwich one time. Delaney had to tell India off (He was pissed! He never likes to be angry with India. She's too fragile mentally) Delaney doesn't want a harsh word ever spoken to India again. India stopped talking, sat in a corner (Her eyes would look at no one) But, Ivy managed to cheer her up. They made dinner together, Ivy made her laugh!
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"..Van. Please listen a minute. Don't give me that angry face. Van. I need to tell you something.....It's important..." Bridget stood back, I sat my self up.
"..I need...To do something. I'm fine. I know, you don't think so. Please stop frowning!..." I titled my head....Gave her a slight grin.
"..I'll let you speak. What do you need. You know, I'll be the judge in the end.." Bridget gave me a slight glaring look, moved a little closer (I stopped her being too close)
"..Van. I want to "change" somethings. I need cash to do it....I want you to help me. And the others. It can be a group-thing....In the end, it'll have to be any way. My plan will need us all..." Bridget took a small breath. Her hand instinctively reached for me, I kept my hands folded (Away. Out of reach) Bridge wanted skin contact, a convincing touch. I would agree with her.
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