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Storm had a feeling he was wanting to go back out and find Richard himself. She didn’t know how to feel about that. There was a strange feeling of comfort, but she didn’t think that was normal. She shouldn’t find comfort in Miles doing anything he could to find Richard and make him pay for what he had done to her.
That wasn’t normal.
But right now, she wasn’t normal. She had gone through a traumatic event, and she was also Little. Nothing about her was normal.
Knowing Richard was still out there didn’t make her feel great. She wanted him found so he couldn’t find her. It scared her knowing at any point, he could find her and take her back.
Kidnap her all over again.
He had promised if she made it out alive, he would be seeing her again. How would he know if she was still alive? How would he find her?
There were so many questions, and she didn't want to have to think about any of them. Storm couldn’t remember if she had told anyone what Richard had whispered before he’d left. Had she told Hedda? She knew she hadn’t told Miles.
Should she?
She had contemplated telling him he was still after her but didn’t know how he would take it.
Miles had been nice to her, taken care of her, but was worried if she mentioned anything, he would turn cold and distant. That he would leave again.
She had already grown attached to him, even when she told herself she couldn’t. The past two days had made it hard not to. He helped her bathe, dress, and basically do everything and anything. He was her legs right now.
He had already been kind of showing signs of leaving after she was better. Miles would make sure she was okay, had something to occupy herself, but right as she was okay, he would leave for a little while until she tried to get up to go to the bathroom or tried to move into a more comfortable position.
But right after, he would leave.
She knew she shouldn’t get hurt. Storm knew this was going to happen all along. But it was hard not getting attached, especially when her Little would peek through.
Storm heard the door opening and she looked over the couch, waiting to see if he would come into the living room or if he was staying in the hallway. There were several times where she would hear the door open, but he stayed in the hallway or in the office. She didn’t know since she couldn’t see.
Miles walked into the room, his face emotionless as he walked toward her. She waited patiently for him to say something.
“I need to go,” he said. Her heart stopped for a second. He needed to leave? He hadn’t left since she’d arrived at his house. “Hedda is coming, and I have two guards positioned on the front door and two walking around the house.”
She stared at him, trying to process the words he’d just said.
“Behave,” he commanded. “No trying to move too much. And if I find out you tried to escape or did anything reckless and stupid, there will be consequences.”
Before Storm could say anything, Miles walked toward the door and left. She stared at where he had just been standing.
He hadn’t even given her a warning he was leaving. He just announced it and left. Right now, Storm should be happy he was gone, but for some reason she wasn’t.
If someone had asked her two days ago, she would have said she was happy and would take the opportunity to try and find a way to leave.
But as Storm sat on the couch, thinking over what just happened, she had no desire to leave. No desire to create this escape plan and execute it.
“Hello!” Hedda said as she walked through the door. “Sorry I couldn’t come earlier. My brother said he wanted me at the house for the first couple days so you could get used to living here with Miles.”
Storm looked at her in confusion. Why would that matter?
“Why?” she asked.
“Who knows. I tried to leave multiple times the first day, but the guards caught me every single time,” she said. “Rogan didn’t want me to interfere with you getting used to living here. Apparently, Miles and him had a talk before you left the hospital.”
Storm didn’t understand. How would Hedda interfere with her getting used to living here? She couldn’t be here all the time every day.
“I don’t know. I really don’t, but it is what it is,” Hedda said. “Your facial expression said it all.”
That was one thing she wasn’t able to hide. From anyone. Miles had walked into the room several times and asked her if everything was okay. He said her body language and facial expressions made it seem like she was in pain or thinking about something really depressing.
