Holding on to you

Red is everyone's favourite colour

HI GUYS!!! HOW ARE Y'ALL DOING THIS FINE DAY? HOW IS YOUR WEEKEND THUS FAR? AS YOU CAN SEE I'VE GOT ANOTHER CHAPTER HERE FOR YOU GUYS TO ENJOY. REMEMBER WHEN I SAID THAT I LIKE TO KEEP THINGS INTERESTING, WELL THIS CHAPTER HAS GOT SOME BOOMS IN IT. I HOPE Y'ALL FORGIVE ME IF I OFFEND ANYONE IN ANYWAY. ANYWHO, HAPPY READING AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT.

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LITTLE KILLERS!

PIC OF MR BLACK

Chapter 12

My nightmares were keeping me away, I kept twisting and turning in my bed unable to sleep. I've woken up more than a few time with the image of my parents killing people, floating through my mind. And every time I ended up crying, Killian would hold me as I relived the shock of my world crumbling all over again.

However, this time when I woke, I decided not to wake him. I didn't want to rely on him because I knew that his comfort will come at a price. I slowly eased myself out of the bed, taking care not to wake him. When I was off the bed my foot caught in the rug and I stumbled, almost knocking the bedside lamp over. I cursed silently, and turned around to see if I disturbed his sleep, but he was still out cold.

I repositioned the lamp then picked Kilian's t-shirt up off of the floor, pulling it over my head. It was the only item of clothes that I could see as the room was flooded in darkness. If I wanted to wear my own clothes that was have entailed turning on the light, and I didn't want to risk it.

I quietly tip toed my way over to the door and opened it, I was starving after not eaten the night before. My intentions were to find the kitchen and make myself a sandwich then find my way back to bed.

When I was free of the room I headed in the direction of the kitchen, it took me a while but I finally found it. The house was so big and I knew it'll probably take me weeks just to see every room. Wanting to hurry up and get back to the room before someone found me searching through the kitchen, I quickly make my way over to the fridge and grabbed the bread and all the other necessary goodness to make my sandwich. I put all the ingredients on the counter, but I saw that I was missing tomato. When I looked in the fridge I saw that it was all the way to the bottom, leaning down I grabbed it and almost lost my heart when I heard someone spoke.

"I'm starting to understand now why my son is so taken with you."

I quickly closed the fridge and looked around the room, but because it was dark I didn't see anyone. At that moment I was about to abandon my food and run like hell. If the house had ghost, I sure as hell didn't want to meet them.

"No need to be alarmed sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you."

A dim light was switched on at the far corner of the room and I was Mr Black sitting there nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey. I felt my body tensed up and I became violently aware of what was wearing.

"S-sorry, I didn't k-know that anyone was in here, I'll just leave you to it."

I turned and quickly deposited everything back into the fridge and started moving in the direction of the door, but he stopped me from leaving.

"Sit down young lady, keep an old man's company, you're quite a lovely sight to look at."

The way he said the latter made me feel like millions of little spiders were crawling over my skin. Crossing my hands in front of me protectively, I hesitantly took a seat next to the counter. I pulled at the shirt I was wearing trying cover myself as best as I could.

Mr Black got up from his seat and moved closer to me, I looked over to the door and felt like running and never stopping. He stopped just a little way in front of me, eyeing me. I watched as his eyes took me in, undressing me with his look. I started to shake, feeling more violated than I've ever been before, tears burned my eyes, but I bit the inside of his lips to keep them at bay.