kiss it off me

running

chapter five
running

!trigger warning!
includes mentions of rape

WEEKS HAD past since miles' last tantrum.

weeks had pasted since y/n had been staying in the fairchild estate.

she absolutely adored it here. her and flora would often pick flowers outside and create flower crowns to give to miss jessel and mrs grose.

she would often stay during flora's french lessons and soon the three of them had improper and small conversations in french.

y/n also became close with mrs. grose, learning how to bake her famous chocolate chip cookies, and miles' most favourite apple pie.

though those things only occurred when y/n and miles weren't together. which was not very often at all.

the two were conjoined, never wanting to leave each other's sides. they would do absolutely everything together.

miles played various vinyls for her on his record player, he would play the air guitar and dance around his room while she laughed and eventually joined in.

he dedicated different songs to her, lip syncing the lyrics and kissing her nose.

she would read aloud to him until he fell asleep in her lap. her favourite was wuthering heights. it was his favourite too, mostly because he'd imagine himself as heathcliff, forever in love with cathy, which of course was his y/n.

he would take her horse back riding just to feel her hug him tightly. her hair whipped in the wind and her smile was infectious.

they would go swimming even on the coldest of nights, splashing and laughing together.

some nights they even accidentally fell asleep together on one of their beds. well most nights. perhaps it really wasn't an accident either.

though y/n and quint had hardly spoke. fear always swirled around in her head whenever he entered the same room as her.

it was obvious miss jessel felt the same, she would never look him in the eyes and she'd always try to get away from his touches.

y/n had also learned that quint and miles did frequently go out together late in the night, when everyone had fallen asleep.

when they would return in the morning miles smelled of alcohol and sometimes even cigarettes.

one night miles brought back a tank with a large tarantula inside. everyone absolutely hated it, miss jessel stopped coming in miles room out of fear.

flora was curious though other things held her attention more than the large spider.

despite y/n's fear of spiders she held the tarantula, just to keep miles happy. he was over joyed to watch as she held the spider.

another night the pair brought a drum set. when bringing it inside they caused an awful amount of noise.

clanging and banging the drums every which way. the loud bangs echoed throughout the house, both miss jessel and y/n had come to investigate.

when miss jessel saw it was another one of quint and miles' shenanigans, she rolled her eyes and left.

miles, was once again, over the moon about this gift. he practiced often and eventually became quite good.

quint would bring out his electric guitar and the two would play various rock songs together.

it was also after these late night adventures that miles would become more mischievous, attempting to be more dominant.

tonight was just another night. except quint seemed to be busy and didn't ask miles to go out with him.

instead miles and y/n lay in y/n's bed. miles held her hand tightly as she read les miserables to him.

it was evident that he was sleepy. his head was deep within the silk white pillow.

his long black eyelashes covered his eyes more than staying open. his grip was gently getting less and less tight.

shortly after she finished two pages his mouth open and he began to snore lightly.

she smiled, watching his peaceful slumber until she decided she was thirsty.

carefully, she let go of his hand, to not wake him. than she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

her feet padded lightly through the large dark house. she shivered, the house was much scarier at night and when you're alone.

eventually she came upon the kitchen, going to the dark wood cabinets and pulling out a mug with various cats jumping around the mug.

it was her mug, everyone in the house had one mug that was specifically for them, a sign as to being apart of the family.

y/n turned the facet and filled her mug with water. she took a sip before heading back to her room.

though before she reached her room she heard hushed whispers. "what if the children see?" a small shaky voice whispered.

"they're asleep." a deep, gruff voice responded. curiosity got the best of y/n and before she knew it she was following those whispers into a hallway.

she realised she was right outside quint's room. she stood beside the doorway just out of eyesight and listened.

the bed began to creak and moan. heavy groans filled the room. "stop, stop! please stop!" miss jessel cried out.

y/n didn't even have to look so know what was happening. her eyes began to water as she listened to the awful deed that was occurring just three feet away.

"stop!" the bed began to creak louder, quint was breathing heavily. y/n's hands shook violently, frozen in fear she stood listening, her head swirling with those awful moans and cries for help.

everything stopped when the mug fell from her hands and shattered on the dark wood floor. she looked down at her feet, where the glass pieces lay.

"who's there?" quint grunted, his footsteps could be heard as they came to the door, though y/n was long gone.

she had run as soon as she heard quint move. she ran as fast as she could to the bedroom, laying carefully next to miles and shutting off the light.

her body shook greatly beside miles. she shut her eyes tightly so afraid of everything.

the door creaked open as quint poked his head in. though small footsteps could be heard running out the of the house.

quint's head snapped quickly out of the doorframe and soon his heavy footsteps could be heard following the smaller ones.

"whats wrong" miles slurred from beside her. "n-nightmare" her voice was so hushed miles almost missed the word she had whispered.

he yawned than put his arm around her waist pulling her closer to his chest. he shushed her softly, tangling his hand within her hair as he kissed her cheek repeatedly.

she gripped onto his black t-shirt tightly, silently sobbing into his chest.

he pulled the blanket up to her chin, soon with his soft humming as a lullaby she was able to sleep, though her dreams were plagued with horrible images and sounds that perhaps would never leave her head ever again.