Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

25) ...I feel...

"Uh...this is all I have that might fit you. I would go check Rachel's closet but I know she has her room locked." Mike flushed, handing me a small stack of clothes. Just by looking at them, they seemed a little too big but...it looked like they would fit.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it, Mike." I blushed, holding the clothes to my chest. He flushed as well, shaking his head in embarrassment.

"No. Really. I-it's fine but if you're going to get changed..." He trailed off. "Why don't you take a shower? It's not like I'm forcing you to or anything!"

"That sounds like a good idea but...where is the bathroom?" I smiled, just a tiny bit puzzled. Mike flushed again, nodded, and opened a second door I hadn't noticed before.

"I-it's a conjoined bathroom. The towels are in the cabinet and when you're done, throw them in the basket under the sink." He instructed opening the door. I mumbled out an earnest 'thanks' before entering the room.

It was much cooler than Mike's bedroom and I found it a tad more comfortable (temperature wise). I put down the clothes and slowly began to examine my surroundings. It was almost alarming how different the two sides of the bathroom looked.

There were two sink areas on the same slab of counter, but they were seperated. On one side it was practically bare and didn't have much to it. There was a toothbrush, a hairbrush, a few other toiletries along with a simple plain cup (Mike's side I presumed).

On the other side it was full of life and color (which I presumed to be Rachel's). Bottles of perfume, lotion, and other beauty products lined a small rack I had no idea could fit there. On her side there were a small undertones of pink, purple, and other 'girly colors'. To be honest...the whole scene looked pretty stereotypical.

I felt a little awkward taking a shower in the same place Mike and his sister took their's, but after a second I was able to shake it off. Surprisingly, everything went well. The water grew warm almost immediately, there was regular soap/shampoo for me to use, and the towels were fluffy soft.

When I was done, I towel-dried my hair and looked in the mirror. My bruises were still very evident but they weren't as bad as when I had woken up. Just by looking at them, the memory of Randy touching them surfaced to my thoughts.

When I met him at the pizzeria that first night I could tell something was off about him. Not to mention he's very manipulative, especially with Mike. He can really tick people off but...what does he want from me? What happened to make him feel this way about me?

I shook my head with disgust and pulled on the shirt Mike had given me. Before I could pull the shirt all the way down, I noticed the worst bruise on my stomach (except something seemed wrong). While gently examining the bruise I found it was fading away much faster than the others.

My thoughts flashed back to how Bonnie had held me by my shirt, and how he'd examined me. I remembered his eyes when he looked up at me too. Something seemed so...familiar about him.

"I wonder if Bonnie had something to do with this?" I mumbled to myself, shivering at the memory of his cold fingers. I hadn't expected anyone to hear, but once again...I was wrong.

"Eleanor? You okay?" Mike called from the other side of the door. I flushed and pulled down my shirt in case he were to come in.

"U-uh...yeah. I'm just putting on the clothes you gave me." I said, slipping on his athletic shorts. As soon as I let go of the waistband they fell to my ankles in a lump. "Goddamit." I muttered, angrily pushing my bangs out of my face.