Going to the wand, I turn on the water too hot and let it spray over me. The evening plays over in my head. She's funny, even though she's hard on herself. It's clear she lacks confidence in herself, but she does have a flair about her. There's passion in her eyes, but it's like she can't access it for herself, only when talking to others.
I also get the feeling that she hasn't gotten to talk to someone who understands her in a while. I clench my eyes shut, I imagine what it would be like to fuck her, make her moan around my cock. I want to see if I could hear her during orgasm. She's beautiful even if she doesn't see it.
My hand turns the water to cold and it shoots out like ice, killing any erection before it can begin. I'm not going to masturbate in here to thoughts of her when she's just outside the door. The last thing she needs is me lusting after her. I already told her that she's too young for me, and that's true. I don't tend to date younger than twenty-six now. I can't go back on my word, and I can't let myself see her in a sexual light. She has people after her who want to kill her. I don't need her regretting taking my offer to help when she was already at the end of her rope and ready to die.
Not wanting to ruminate on my thoughts and go back on my no-fap to Darcy rule, I make quick work of my shower and trim my beard so it looks a bit better.
Leaving the bathroom, I find the lights turned off, and her laying in the bed as a movie plays. I glance at it,Saving Private Ryan. She picks this movie to fall asleep to? When I have other romcoms up there that are much more calming.
It's at a lull part and she's fast asleep under the blanket, her face half smooshed into the pillow. Next to her, the pad of paper rests with a list written on it.
I pick it up, she wrote it in cursive and her penmanship is pretty, it looks like she printed it from a computer. There's not much. Mostly instant things and Dr. Pepper. I guess she's a fan of soda.
I'll get some other things as well, for when I'm here, some meat. I plan to visit her twice a week or so to make sure she's holding up okay. I hate leaving her here alone, but I have appearances to make and things to do to make sure no one finds her. The first thing I'm going to do is find any hitmen who are stalking her place now and take them out. We don't need the competition anyway and most groups aren't like Bancroft I.N.K, they don't have standards; they just want the coin and they don't care who they have to kill to get it.
With a sigh, I put it on the bookshelf for me to get later and try to get comfortable on the tiny sofa. I know I got it so that I could have somewhere to sit, and I couldn't go with too big or it wouldn't have fit. I let the movie play, it can lull me to sleep, too.
Something hits my head sometime later, I feel like I might've fallen asleep, but it also feels like it has only been a few minutes. I open my eyes to see the TV is on a screen saver. Normally I would be jumping up on high alert, but I know where I am and the likelihood of someone jumping me is slim. I look toward the bed to find her sitting up and staring at me.
I rub at my face. "What?"
She starts signing and it takes me a moment for my brain to pick up what she's saying, "Come sleep here."
I shake my head. "I'm fine here."
"You look like the guy from Elf trying to fit in the tiny bed. Come sleep here."
I sigh. "Will you go back to sleep if I do?" I'm too tired to spring an erection right now, so I should be fine.
She nods.
With a sigh, I get up. I collapse on the bed on top of the covers and instantly fall back to sleep.
* * *
Something warm presses into my back and a soft snuff of a snore meets my ears. Carefully, I turn my head to look over my shoulder. Darcy lays curled into a tight ball under the covers, her body close to mine. The glow of the TV continues to illuminate the room. I carefully sit up and find my leather jacket draped over the end of the bed. I pick it up and fish my phone out of the pocket. I have no signal down here, but I can check the time. Nearly six in the morning. I should head to the store so I can be back in New York before noon. I'm sure Cason has blown up my phone and as soon as I'm above ground I'm going to get assaulted with his messages wanting to know if I did what he wanted me to.
I've already decided I'm not going to tell him what I'm doing. He can believe whatever he wants. He's an asshole anyway. Our dad will think that she got away and I'm searching for her, he may even pull her from the list and give me someone else. I glance over my shoulder at her. I still have to find out if she knows of any of the people who want her dead, so I can take care of them. I don't normally do kills without payment, but there are special pieces of garbage that make it worth it.
Those scars weren't self-inflicted. Someone did that to her. For what reason? I don't know.
Standing, I make my way to the bathroom and change into my other clothes. It's going to be a long month or so. It's not going to be easy going back and forth, but if I can do this, it will be helping her have a better life. I won't have to kill her, and hopefully, she'll no longer have a death wish when she's still young.
At her age, I was living it up in my last year of college. She should be able to have that same thing without fear of the monsters that call themselves humans. That's why there are places like my family business that help eliminate them when they aren't being caught by the police, almost like vigilantes, but we don't deal in petty crimes and burglars. We go after bigger game, the monsters that hide at the top of the one percent where they don't think they can be touched.
As I come back out of the bathroom, nearly ready for the day, whimpering catches my ear. I look to the bed to find her kicking around, tears on her cheeks glint in the glow from the TV. I frown as I go to her. I don't want to scare her to death by crouching over her or touching her, so I stand away from the bed. "Darcy, wake up you're having a nightmare."
She doesn't hear me. I up my voice. "Darcy, wake up!"
More thrashing as she lets out a cry.
I have no choice. I lean over the bed and shake her shoulder. "Darcy, wake up."
Her eyes snap open and she gasps as her body shakes. She stares at me with pure terror. I can't help it, I know I should back off, but all I want to do is hold her and tell her she's okay. No one is going to hurt her here. I move to sit on the edge of the bed and wrap my arms around her. "Easy there, it's okay. You were having a night terror. I'm sorry I had to wake you like that, you looked like you were in pain."
I expect her to try and get out of my hold to get as far from me as she can, but instead, she leans into me, pressing her face to my chest. She lays her hand over my left pec, her fingers curl into the fabric. Something wet and warm seeps through my shirt and her body shakes. It's only now that I realize she's full-on sobbing.
I stroke a hand over her head. My heart can't help but break for her, I can't even imagine what she's been through. I may kill people for a living, but I'm not a monster. I don't kill just anyone, she's proof of that. I don't know if she feels safe around me or what, but I get the feeling she doesn't cry often, or at least around other people. It feels like I opened the floodgates somehow and now she won't stop.
