"It's just ah a little cut," she said, smiling at me.
"What?" My eyes snapped upwards, meeting her dazed ones.
"It'll heal in nooooo time. Count onnit!" She giggled.
"Ye...yeah," I swallowed, taking a piece of cotton and gently dabbing it against her cut.
"Ok. All done," I said, throwing the cotton in the bin and packing the medical kit away.
She pulled her shirt down, absently-mindedly humming.
"Ryann...what happened? Your back...it was..."
"You saws. I fell and got an ouchie. Nothing big!" She slurred.
"Ryan what I saw on your back...it was-"
The bell rang, cutting me off.
"That should be Damon," I muttered, heading towards the door.
I opened it and was met by a smirking Damon who looked more than a little ruffled up.
"What's up mate? You look like death just danced in front of you naked," he said, frowning.
"It's...it's nothing," I said,"She's in the kitchen."
"Is she ok?" He asked, walking into the house.
"More than a little drunk. And she fell upstairs after a shower," I said, closing the door.
"Oh? Did you sneak a peek?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"No! No..." my voice trailed off as I remembered Ryann in her underwear, lying on the floor and I blushed.
Damon laughed, slapping my shoulder. "You did! I always knew you were a pervert!" He laughed.
"I am not," I protested.
"Damon!" Ryann exclaimed, throwing her arms up.
"Ryann?" Damon seemed unsure how to react when Ryann threw her arms around him.
"Drunk. I told you," I shrugged.
"So she won't remember anything?"
"Don't even thing of doing anything sick or perverted."
"Your little faith in me hurts."
"I have no faith in you. Not just a little."
"Itz sooo hoot," she complained, moving away from Damon and grabbing the hem of her shirt.
She started pulling it upwards and both Damon and I yelled "whoa! Hey stop!"
I grabbed one hand and he grabbed the other, preventing her from showing more than just her stomach.
"Wha? Is hot!" She said, looking at us in confusion.
"You are not taking your shirt off," I said firmly.
She frowned and dropped her hands. "Hmph. Fine," She said, storming away to her bedroom.
"She's a real handful when she's drunk isn't she?" Damon sighed, sitting on the couch.
"She is," I agreed, sitting next to him.
"Although I wouldn't have minded seeing her in her underwear. I mean damn, she has got quite a rack for someone so young," Damon chuckled.
I have him a disgusted glare, shaking my head.
"Oh come off it! You've already got to see her naked! You have no right to lecture me!" Damon laughed.
"I did not see her naked!" I exclaimed, standing up with a blush.
Damon laughed.
"Stop laughing! I didn't do anything!"
His laughter faded and he look at me with seriousness.
"That guy...he said things to her. Something about someone named Caine. Said he was mad cause he saw her with me," he said.
I felt a chill race down my spine at that name. "Caine? Are you sure?"
"That's what I heard anyway. A pretty unusual name," he said, scratching his head,"Why?"
"It's noth-"
"Hunter?"
We both looked up towards the staircase where Ryann stood.
Without her shirt.
"Ryann! Your shirt!" I scowled, storming towards her.
Damon laughed as I chased her up the stairs, protesting that she put on a shirt.
I finally caught her in her room and managed to force her to wear a shirt again.
"No fair," She sulked.
"Go to bed," I said softly,"You need your sleep."
She slipped under the covers, still scowling.
"Hunter wait," she said as I headed for the door.
"Hmm?" I turned back, looking at her.
"Stay with me," she whispered.
"I'm right downstairs. I promise I'm not going anywhere."
"No. Sleep...next to me," She said softly.
"Next...to you?" I asked.
She nodded, her eyes dropping as a slight blush crept into her cheeks.
"Um. Ok."
I lay down next to her, biting my lip.
"Under the cover," she murmured.
"Uh...su-sure," I stuttered, slipping under the cover.
I made sure that I was as far away from her as possible, the image of her back burned into my mind.
"He's back," she breathed, her voice dazed and sleepy as she moved closer to me, grabbing my front shirt as she snuggled her head into my chest.
"Who is?" I asked, looking down at her with a blush creeping into my cheeks.
"Caine...and he's coming for me," she sighed, her eyes finally shutting as she faded off to sleep.
I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant, then thought better of it.
I stared at her, replaying the image of her back in my mind.
Replaying the image of the deep, pale scars that came from years of abuse.
Scars that were on her back.
Hey guys! So I got a lot of people cursing me for the previous cliffhanger (kenziemac1029, and AllYouGetIsJessica 😂😑) so I thought I'd update super quickly. I hope you guys enjoyed and don't forget to comment and vote!
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