Hey so I'm Hollie! This is my first Fan fiction, and I would love some feedback, okay? Please if there is anything I can change, say so, and I'll work on it. It would be great to hear anything from you guys! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I dont own darkest powers...:/ no matter how much I wish it.
After the hell we went through, you would think it would be just lovely to wake up in a bright sunny room. Pictures hung on the dingy yellow walls, dust clinging to frames in a desperate attempt. Gauzy curtains did little to shield the blazing sunlight from my face. Pushing the thick comforter off my body, I jolted up. My head spun from getting up to fast. Placing my hand to my forehead I could already make this into a movie.
Take One. You see the girl lying in bed, clueless to the awaiting dangers that lurk right out her window. She lies sleeping in an old borrowed bed. Let light shine on her heavy eyelids, dragging her from her troubled sleep. Let unease slowly fill her veins, making her heart race and adrenaline pump at the unfamiliar room.
A quick quiet knock at the door pulled me from my little movie currently unfolding in my head. Crap, hello Edison Group, here I come…again. Okay Chloe, back into movie mode. Act one: Actor Reaches for the doorknob, her heart beating is the only sound filling her ears right know. The knob twists before she grabs it.
BANG! Dang it! That was not part of my suspense sense! I rubbed my hip I could already see where the bruise would form. Pushing the door away, I stuck my head around the door, looking for the idiot who hit me with my own door. Ready to yell, I took in a big breath of dusty stale air.
A large hand clamped over my mouth. I coughed at the dust swirling in the air from the sudden movement. I breathed in his familiar scent. Derek. I sighed, and looked up at Derek, hoping my annoyance showed in my eyes.
He sighed and dropped his hand from my mouth. Grumbling a low sorry. He started to turn around saying something about breakfast time.
"Hey Mr. I have some questions. Where are we? Why are we here? Are we safe? Who is all-" his hand covered my mouth again.
"Aren't you a morning person?" he sighed and rubbed his head-" How about you come downstairs and see for yourself?" he said grabbing my hand and started pulling me towards a pair of creaky looking stairs.
"Oh Chloe? Sorry about your head, I thought you put a chair there or something. You okay? It looks like a little bump, should go away before tomorrow." Worry leaked through his business like tone. I had noticed being a little dizzy but brushed I had brushed it off.
"What's for breakfast?" I swayed a little on my feet, and clutched Derek's hand.
"Chloe?" his green eyes were right in front of me. He must be crutching down. I thought to myself. " You okay?"
"Fine." I swayed once more clutching his hand, I turned my head away from him and with my free hand I rubbed my head.
"Chloe" Derek growled at my silence.
"Fine, I'm fine." Sliding down the wall I sat on the cold wooden walkway. "Derek Breathe, know what happened?"
A look of frustration masked the worry on his face. He looks kinda hot when he's angry…what the heck! No you like Simon remember? Then what's that feeling in your stomach, mmmhm? Who the heck are you? Well, you silly little girl, I'm your conscience, here to help. Well your doing a bad job of it. Just trying to clear up the fog in your heart. Go away…"
Chloe?" Derek's concerned voice broke me free of my thoughts a hint of frustration leaked through.
" Simon wanted to carry you in, but I was already carrying you, so her put your arm around his head, I grabbed your other arm trying carry you instead, We did that awhile, Simon ended up carrying you bridal style and wasn't watching where he was going, and I think he might of hit your head. So I think you might just have a mild case of amnesia or you just don't remember cause all the stress and sleep you had…." Derek looked truly sorry as if he did it. His face was slightly creased as though he was in deep thought.
When I thought about Derek fighting over to carry me, a hot blush spread over my face. Quickly changing the subject in my head, I tried to reassure him.
" D-Derek, I'm sure it was just s-sleep. I'm fine really I Remember meeting Andrew and driving here and everything now." I said reassuringly.
The look of hurt left his face. Why do I have the urge to hug him? I was asking myself. Cause you love him you idiot. Oh joy your back.
If this were a movie I'd probably be telling the girl to get over the denial and accept she loved him. I rushed over to Derek enveloping him in a hug. Derek stiffened beside me, then hesitantly put his arms around my waist.
"Thanks Derek" I mumbled into his chest. Quickly I let go, and fled the room, a pink blush spread over my face.
