You saved me || Sebastian Stan

Chapter 18

The next morning I wake up still in Sebastian arms. The light of the rising sun is streaming through the windows and dancing on the floor. I wipe my eyes and let out a soft yawn. Sebastian is still sleeping soundly beside me. I wriggle out of his hold and sit on the edge of the bed for a minute to let my body wake up. I grab my phone from the nightstand and check the time. It's 6am and we don't need to be at the airport until 8:00. I stand up and stretch, then walk over to my suitcase. I grab a pair of gray track pants, a black Adidas top, and undergarments then go to the washroom. I go in, flick the light on, and close the door. I strip my clothes off and pull on my new outfit.

I gather up my dirty clothes and leave the bathroom, turning the light off as I leave. I add the clothes to the pile and grab my hair brush from my suitcase. Then I take my hair out of the bun it's in, brush it out, but keep it down. I'm to lazy to put it up. Sebastian stirs in bed and lets out a quiet murmur. I walk over to him and sit beside him. His eyes flutter open and his eyes adjust to the light. "Morning Sebby." I whisper. He looks at me and smiles. "Mmmm, morning Doll." He says groggily. I lean down and plant a kiss on his lips. I was about to pull away, but Sebastian had other plans. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, then sat up to match my height, all without breaking the kiss. I laugh into the kiss and he pulls away. We're both breathing heavily. "How'd you sleep?" He asks tiredly. "Pretty good. You?" I respond. "Mmm, well. Other than that...Occurrence, really good." He says. "Right, speaking of that. Are you ready to talk about it?" I ask softly. "Uh, I think so." He says, and sighs heavily. "I was in this room. There was only one window, no doors. The window showed me a room where-" He stops, his breaths are shaky. "It's okay. Take your time." I assure him. He exhales and starts again. "The window showed me another room, where you were shackled to a wall. Two men were in there. One was Ryder, but I couldn't see the other one. He was faded, almost as if my brain didn't want me to see his face." A tear slides down his cheek and he holds my hips tighter. I put my hands on his shoulders and nod at him, letting him know he can continue. "There was a table in the room you were in, covered in an array of weapons. But Ryder and that other guy just held poles. I could tell the glass was one way, so you couldn't see or hear me, but I could see and hear you. They looked at me through the glass, and then it felt like I was paralyzed, unable to move. They just started hitting you. You were screaming in pain and crying as you got hit. I was yelling, screaming, crying, telling them to stop, but they didn't. They just kept hitting you. I was helpless. I wanted to go in there, make them stop, but I couldn't move. I was forced to just stand there and watch as the beat you to death. They left the room and then suddenly I was in your room, where you lay bloody and unconscious on the floor, your hands and feet held together by metal cuffs. I just collapsed and started crying harder as I held your lifeless body. I told you I was sorry. I-I." He's in a full cry now, and a few tears escaped my eyes as well. I pull him to me and he rests his head in the crook of my neck. "It was just a dream. I'm okay. It wasn't real. It's okay." I tell him softly. He just cries into my neck. Now what he was saying in his sleep last night makes more sense. I rub circles on his back until his cries turn to sniffles. "It was just a dream. It's not gonna happen." I tell him. "I know. But it felt so real..." He mumbles into my neck. "I know. But I'm okay, we're okay." I say softly. He leans back, his hands remaining on my hips and my hands rest on his shoulders. "You ready to go home?" I question with a smile. He doesn't say anything, he just nods. I put my hands on either side of his face his kiss his forehead. "Let's get packed and eat some food. We need to be at the airport within the hour." I inform him, and get off his lap and stand up. He throws the blanket off himself as well and stands up then goes over to his suitcase. He gets some clothes, then goes into the washroom. I sigh, then go into the hall. I hate that he has nightmares like that, it's awful seeing what it does to him. I walk towards the main bathroom on this floor, go into it, go to the closet and get a plastic bag. I close the closet and walk back to my room. I sit on the floor by our suitcases and the pile of dirty clothes, and shove all the dirty clothes into the plastic bag, and set it beside me. Then I get to work on organizing my suitcase. I take out my Adidas shoes because I'm going to wear them, then fold all my clothes and take out anything I'll want on the plane with me. As I'm closing my suitcase, Sebastian walks out of the bathroom wearing black jeans and a large gray hoodie. His injuries are healing nicely, but how are we going to hide them from paps? "Hey Seb?" I ask as he sits beside me on the floor and starts organizing his suit case as well. "Hmm?" He hums in response. "What are we going to do about your injures. Y'know, because of the paps?" I question. He sighs. "I don't know, I'll just wear a hat, put my hood up, wear sunglasses, and keep my head down I guess." He says, and I hand him the bag full of our dirty clothes. He adds his, ties the bag, and puts the bag in his suitcase because he has more room than me. "Do they hurt?" I ask. "Not as much as they did when I first got them." He says, and closes his suitcase. "Well, that's good." I respond. I stand my suitcase up, then stand up, Sebastian does the same. I reach for the handle, but my phone going off on the nightstand makes me stop. I walk over to it and look at the ID. "It's Madison." I say out loud. "The real estate agent?" Seb questions? "Yeah," I respond, and pick up the phone holding it in the palm of my hand. "Answer it!" Sebastian encourages. I answer the phone and put it to my ear.