Chance Meeting

Twelve

While I don't normally do this kinda thing, I'ma warn readers now–DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER, IF YOU'VE LESS THAN A CAST IRON STOMACH! It gets pretty graphic–well, as graphic as I dare–with a fairly rare medical condition! Due to the Nature of this medical condition, I'd suggest skipping this chapter and just waiting for the next one, if ya don't think ya can handle it!

~Banshee

Shortly after Dawn the next Morn, Bobby and Aerin woke to the Sun just Beginning to rise over the horizon to greet them. Both wanted to go back to sleep since they'd been up so late, but both also needed to take a piss–and it'd gotten a bit chilly overnight. Deciding it was better to head back into the house, they started searching for their clothes, which'd gotten thrown all over the gazebo like a closet'd thrown up.

        Once they were dressed, they made up the bed hanging from the gazebo ceiling so it actually looked neat and inviting once again. They were both glad the young woman miraculously had her keys on her, figuring that Ash'd locked the back door outta habit before he went to bed. If not for having her keys, they'd be having to wake someone up by banging on the door, hopefully before any accidents.

        Much to their surprise, the back door swung open before Aerin could even sleepily fumble up the right key to get them in. Looking up, they saw a sleepy Richie standing in front of them, and they quietly thanked him as they closed the door behind them. The young woman scurried off to the bathroom first, knowing how her boyfriend usually was first thing in the Morn and not wanting to have her poor nose assaulted. He couldn't help a chuckle, even though that made his need to go all the more urgent, but he was thankfully able to hold it till she Returned.

        "So, what on Earth were ya doing in the back yard?" Richie was asking her as he headed off to her suite.

        "Ash and I built a gazebo in the spot where I used to have my Sacred Circle," she answered, yawning as she started coffee.

        "Sacred Circle?" the brunette asked, cocking a brow.

        Aerin quickly explained what she meant, hoping it made sense since she was still mostly asleep.

        "All right, I think I get it," he told her with a nod.

        "Well, the gazebo's big enough that we decided to hang a Queen bed from its ceiling with a ceiling fan Centered over it," the young woman explained. "Bobby and I spend a lotta Nights out there when he's up here, if it's warm enough."

        "Just like being outdoors, or for something else?" Richie chuckled.

        "Both, if I'm honest," she laughed. "Not that it really matters–Ash can't hear what we do from the other side of the house, and if he can, he's never said anything."

        "I guess that's a good thing, no matter how ya look at it," the brunette agreed.

        Aerin held up a hand to shut him up when she thought she heard something, her brow furrowing. "Didja hear that, or have I lost my mind?"

        Listening closely, both heard what sounded like a pained cry from down the hall toward her bedroom–and it didn't sound like Rikki or CC. Worried about her boyfriend, the young woman took off running, uncaring of whether he followed behind her or not. Bobby never made noises like that, even when his neck near his old injury was killing him or he'd a migraine that was making his head throb.

        In her bedroom, she and Richie heard what sounded like whimpering from behind her bathroom door, which was punctuated by a sob every few seconds. Now, she was really worried and even starting to get terrified as she made her way over to the bathroom door. Whatever was going on in there wasn't good, judging by the noises the bassist was making, and she damn well knew it. Finding the door locked–as per usual with either of them–she raised her fist to knock on it, hoping she'd get an intelligible, if muffled answer.