Why does it have to be so hard? Roman Godfrey X Reader

Chapter 37

You and Roman arrive to Godfrey's. The cat was in your arms the whole time.

"I will take this inside", you say and Roman stops the car on the front door. He still needs to park the car at the garage.

You walk inside and hear noises from the living room. You see Shelley on the door of it. She looks like she is crying. You put the cat on the ground and walk to her.

"Shelley. What's wrong?", you ask.

She quickly looks at you and shakes her head.

Then you feel someone grabbing you from behind. That person starts dragging you to the living room. You get shocked, when you see Letha and Peter on the ground. Peter's hands are handcuffed. There is a man in the room, he has a gun and he is pointing it at Peter.

The other man throws you on the floor next to them. Your face hits on the floor and your nose starts bleeding badly. Your ears starts ringing and the whole world around you spins around. It takes a couple seconds to come back to reality.

Peter is no more hancuffed and he is front of Letha. You slowly get in sitting position and turn to look at what is happening.

Roman is standing front of the men. One of them has gun in his mouth. You guess, that Roman is using his "thing" again.

"Get in your car and take the 79 to the West Virginia state line. When you get there...you can take the gun out of your mouth. And you...will punch yourself in the face hard enough to break your nose. Bye now", Roman tells to them calmly, but he is clearly angry.

The men leave and Letha and Peter help you to get up. Roman quickly turns to you and concerned expression comes into his face. He walks to you and cups your face with his hands. His warm hands feel good on your cheeks.

"Oh fuck, I should have made them kill themselfs", he says and wipes your hair away from your bloody face.
"Are you all right? You will need something cold to that", he asks.

"I'm fine and Peter just left to the kitchen", you say and Roman nods, reliefed.

"Roman, what did you do to them?", Letha asks, her voice is shaking.

Peter runs from the kitchen and gives you a ice pack. You put it against your nose and it hurts. You don't cry, but tears come into your eyes.

"I just suggested they relocate. You're not safe here", Roman talks to Peter and Letha.

"No shit", Peter says.

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About an hour later, when you have cleaned your face from the blood and found a place which Peter could be, you four arrive to the old church, which is going to be a safe place to Peter. Norman Godfrey is the owner of it. Letha called to him a while ago and he gave a permission to let Peter stay there. Peter has only a white sack, with a couple of his clothes in it.

You step out from the car the cat in your hands and see Norman Godfrey walking towards you from the graveyard.

"Well, it's a relief, to see you up and about, Roman. But you-or you should have told me", Norman says pointing at Roman and Letha.

"I'm sorry, dad. Things have been a little crazy", Letha says.

The cat starts moving in your arms and it's hard to keep it still. Peter gaves you a 'look' and you hand it to him. You really started liking that cat and it feels kinda bad, when it immediately relaxes in Peter's arms.

"Glad to see you're all right. Letha told me. What that mob did to your home was a disgrace", Norman says to Peter.

"Well, the place needed a tune-up", Peter says darkly.

Norman chuckles softly and waves his hand to you four to follow him in to the church.

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You walk inside. The air is heavy and the stuff inside the church is covered with tarpaulins. The 'room' is big, but the windows are covered so it's pretty dark there. The floor is covered with leaves and other kind of stuff.

"Yeah...we closed this when we opened the new sanctuary three years ago. Didn't get a chance to clean it up. Anyway, Peter. You won't have to worry about anyone checking the ashtrays", Norman tells.

Norman and Letha walk front of you, Roman and Peter. Suddenly Peter stops and looks up at the room.

"Ha", Peter chuckles.

"What?", you ask and stop next to him.

"Uh. You know, it's just been a month of Sundays", he says.

You just chuckle and keep walking. When you walk past Roman, you feel something warm, which slids to your hand.

It's Roman's hand, you usually don't hold hands. You look up at him and he smiles a little. He still looks concerned about you, but he will not admit it. You smile to him and press your head on his chest, closing your eyes. He puts his arms around you and puts his chin on your head.

"How did you survive two weeks without fucking?", he asks.

"Don't ruin this moment", you sigh, but smile.

But Roman is like he didn't hear what you said.

"I couldn't do that", Roman says.

"You can just use your own fucking hands!", you say loudly.

Peter and Letha look at you two. Peter shakes his head and Letha asks:

"While doing what?"

Norman coughs awkwardly and starts talking with Letha about something.

You nuzzle on Roman's chest and whisper under your breath:

"Just kill me please"

"I don't think I could", he says and hugs you tighter.

But that moment doesn't last long.

"Roman!", Norman says loudly.

Roman turns to him questionally. He lets you go and you sigh. Roman gave you some warmness, but now without 
you feel cold.

"Give me a hand?", he asks and starts heading out. Roman gives you a kiss and then follows him out.

You walk to Peter and Letha. Peter is looking at a bathtub.

"Are you going to sleep on that?", you ask.

"Yeah. Going to be fun", he says.

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A/N:

Yeah, I haven't updated for ages, but I just didn't have motivation. But here's a new 'not really good chapter' for you couple people who even read this story XD