Love is stronger then death Eric draven LS

Shower Time

Hannah's POV

Taking the lead, Shelly lead me to a tiny bathroom with a shower right next to the toilet and sink. But it was better then nothing. And While the size of a broom closet, it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in years. Yet, I kept looking over my shoulder for the strange man. The one that had made me surprisingly feel safe the moment our eyes had met. Catching my gaze from across the room, he closed the distance to join us in the already crowded room. Smiling at both me and his girlfriend, he left the door open so we could at least remove our clothes. I hesitated to remove the only clothing that I had with me. But eventually I slowly took them off of my body. Eric tossed them outside the room, he then closed the door before turning on the shower wordlessly.

Was I okay with this? How was I so okay with this? Letting these people see me naked? This man was going to take a shower with me naked along with his girlfriend. The only time I saw a man naked was when they wanted to play with my body and I never liked that. But with Eric it felt different, I felt that he wasn't going to hurt me or take advantage of me and I could trust him. But how could I, when I just met him? After all these years, what was so special about Eric Draven?

They Ushered me into the shower, they sandwiched me while they helped me wash. Years of muck rolled off my body, turning the water running off me a distressing black. I blushed the whole time."Poor dear. You've been out there for so long", Cooed a angel like female voice in my ear while two pairs of hands continued to wash away the evidence of my rough life. Yet, as the layers of dirt were washed away down the drain, more marks were uncovered. Scars resembling bitemarks and knife cuts littered my back, telling the pair just how abused I had been by our own city. How it was on my own.
Rather than being ashamed or trying to hide the marks, I tried acting like they weren't there. I hated them. I didn't want them. They were always a reminder of what happened to me.

Sniffling as I fought back tears, Shelly set aside the loofa so she could work on my knotted, matted raven colored hair. There were literal clumps of heaven knows what wound into a large amount of the mats and it was hard work just getting the mess damp enough to shampoo.

Doing her best not to hurt me, the angel in human form managed to finally pry apart some of the mats. With a lot of patience as well as some help from Eric, the hair was finally in a state where a comb could be run through it thankfully. It's been a long time since someone actually ran their hands through my hair softly. Only men that wanted something from me  did that and it wasn't always gentle. It was always rough but it felt good to have gentle hands in my hair.

I didn't mind the pain of the brush pulling through years of neglect, I simply closed my eyes and smiled softly to myself. With my condition, it was apparent it had been years since I've had received any form of decent treatment. Let alone felt any form of affection, even platonic. It was hard for me to get people to talk to me since I was homeless. I was so absorbed in just enjoying human contact, I didn't notice the pair meeting gazes over the top of my head. "Its a bit tight but...we'd like you to stay with us. You obviously have nowhere to go, we don't want you on the streets sweetheart", Eric husked, making my brown eyes pop open once more to see if he was lying. I was frozen for a minute. Before I Looked from one savior to the next, I began to cry silent, happy tears when I didn't see any lies in their eyes; I leaned into Shelly as she wrapped her arms wrapped around me.
Making a soft noise of pleasure, he pressed his lips to my forehead before turning off the flow of water. Then they were dressing me which was a little bit embarrassing, Eric's jeans hanging off my hips as Shelly's were far too tight. I took a shirt from the beautiful woman, I slipped it over my torso; relishing the feeling of clean clothing against clean skin. "Now.......for a name", Eric's calm voice whispered into my left ear while a large hand played with my ebony hair.

"Skye. I think it's a beautiful name", Came a gentle suggestion to my right as I was led back to the small room that was living room, bedroom and kitchen all in one.
A light chuckle came from Eric, dark eyes glimmering as he sat on the couch with me. "Skye seems to suit her. Way better then the sky out there, What do you think?", he asked me, the mere fact they were allowing me to make my own decisions made me feel even more off balance. Licking my lips for a second, I gave a shy nod while Gabriel resumed his previous position in my lap.

"That settles that, it seems. I'm going to go help Shelly with some dinner. Just try to relax", A gentle voice purred into my ear which made me blush bright red. Before he was getting up to join his girlfriend in the kitchen.

Watching them for a few seconds, I still found it hard to believe that they actually wanted me to stay and haven't kicked me out. I mean they just met me for crying out loud! By now I would have been either beaten or raped. Instead, both of them were acting like I was a close friend or even one of their close family members. I wish I could say something to express how grateful I was, I finally made up my mind to earn my keep. While I would be unable to work for the time being, I would at least be able to help keep the place clean while my saviors were gone. Maybe even cook if I remember or could manage to make something without burning the place down.

I finally snapped out of my thoughts and Finally noticed the plate that was being held in front of me, I took it with a grateful smile. Baked chicken legs sat on my plate, accompanied by a buttery pile of mashed potatoes as well as a pile of golden corn. It was the most real food I had seen in years.  I almost cried, it was beautiful. Fresh food. Not half eaten from the dumpster. Just fresh cooked food.
I Carefully shooed Gabriel off my lap so I could put my food there, I began to eat with gusto. While some part of me was embarrassed by my appalling manners, I was far too hungry to really care. Thankfully, the couple that had taken me in understood entirely. Thank god cause it would be weird if they stared at me like I'm some sort of weirdo.

This city was a notoriously one of the hardest to live in and the couple had been through their own share of hardships. I could tell, no one didn't just not have any hardships without these gangs around. So, after I had eaten, they set me up with a bed on the couch which I was grateful for. It's better then sleeping on the cold hard ground. I Immediately cuddled into my makeshift nest with a smile on my lips. I let out a yawn while my eyes slowly fluttered closed.

Third person POV

Smiling at eachother, Eric and Shelly moved to their own bed; reading quietly so they wouldn't disturb their new roommate. They knew they could give Skye a new home. A safe and a warm one.