Ahhh, I've had writer's block for the longest time. You guys probably don't remember me at all haha. Hopefully I'll be back to updating regularly! Enjoy this chapter!
When they reached the house, the throbbing pain in Massie's leg had subsided and she was left with a little stinging sensation. Derrick opened the passenger door to carry Massie out but she shook her head.
"I can walk on my own," she said and made her way to the door as Derrick watched on silently.
She started up the stairs and looked back to see if Derrick was following but he was nowhere in sight. Shaking her head, she went into her room to take a shower to clean up. Stepping into the shower, Massie turned on the water and watched as the blood from her legs trickled down into the drain. She flashed back to the moment at the grocery store. She should've known better than to use her cell phone. If she hadn't none of this would've happened. She had no one but herself to blame. She wasn't going to be as careless anymore.
When she had tripped out in the parking lot and Derrick was way in front of her, she thought for sure she was going to die. But miraculously, the assassin had disappeared. Massie shuddered at the thought if there was a next time, she wouldn't be as lucky. She blasted the water at full temperature and immediately felt her body start to relax and the scary thought disappeared from her mind.
Twenty minutes later, Massie had just finished changing and drying hair when Derrick knocked on her door.
"Come in," Massie called out from the bathroom, setting her brush down.
"I brought the first-aid kit," Derrick said. "Oh, are you comfortable in that?"
Massie had walked out wearing a black, one-shoulder body con dress that was dangerously short. She blushed and tried to tug the dress down a bit. "Not really, it's the only thing I have." She'd only bought dresses and shoes when she went shopping earlier.
"Let me go grab something for you," Derrick said. He was back in a couple minutes with a plain white t-shirt and black sweats. "The sweats probably won't fit you," he grimaced.
"Thanks," Massie took the clothes and went back into the bathroom to change. The t-shirt hung loosely past her waist and stopped at mid-thighs. As predicted, the sweats didn't fit so Massie had no choice but to be just wearing the shirt. She came back out and Derrick already had all the necessary supplies out. He looked up from the first-aid kit and his eyes landed on the sweats in Massie's hand. Following his gaze, Massie blushed and lowered the sweats in an attempt to cover up.
Derrick just shrugged and gestured for Massie to sit on the bed. Pulling one of her legs forward, he ripped a pack of alcohol swab open and gently cleaned the scrapes, stopping every time Massie flinched and pulled back.
"Sorry," Derrick said. "I'm almost done."
"No worries, I'm fine."
When Derrick finished cleaning both legs, he grabbed a couple Q-tips and applied some Neosporin on. Massie watched as Derrick gently ran over her scrapes, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
His hands are so soft. A random spasm in her foot broke Massie out of her reverie and she almost kicked Derrick in the head.
"Sorry," Massie sniffed. "Random spasm."
"Got it," Derrick nodded. "So you're good to go." Because the scrapes ran all the way from her knees to her ankles, Derrick used some patches of gauze to bandage up her legs. "You still up for dinner?"
Massie shook her head. "No, I've lost my appetite. I think I'm just going to go to sleep now." After her near-death experience, she wasn't in the mood for anything. All she wanted to do was forget about the incident. The sooner the better.
"Alright, if you happen to wake up and get hungry, I'll leave some food in the fridge for you." Derrick got up and made his way towards the door but Massie stopped him.
"Derrick?"
"Yeah?" He turned around.
"Thank you," Massie said. "For saving my life. Again."
Derrick simply nodded and taking the kit with him, he left the room and headed downstairs to make some food.
Massie climbed into bed and in a matter of seconds, she was out.
.:::.
Down the hallway in his room, Derrick was on his laptop searching for any news on Lindsey Taylor. This girl was good. She was staying underground, making it harder for Derrick to find her. He closed his laptop in frustration and decided to call it a night. Grabbing his alarm clock and setting it to 6 AM, Derrick quickly fell asleep.
.:::.
Massie awoke with a start, panting heavily with her head pounding. The incident had turned into a nightmare and through it all, Massie had kicked off her sheets. Squinting at the clock, she saw that it was 2 AM and she pulled the sheets back up, prepared to go back to sleep but her stomach grumbled in protest. Sighing, she decided that it would be best to eat otherwise her stomach would keep her up for the rest of the night.
Massie tiptoed downstairs and the marble steps bit at her feet every step she went down. She made her way to the kitchen and flipped the switch on. Opening the fridge, Massie was greeted by the sight of a turkey and ham sandwich and a plate of Caesar salad. To be honest, she had expected something like frozen pizza because judging by the emptiness of the house, Derrick probably didn't spend too much time at home, much less cook real meals. She was touched that he had put in the effort into making a real meal. But then again, he could've just bought the sandwich and salad and put them onto plates at home. Rolling her eyes, she decided she was going to give Derrick the benefit of the doubt.
Taking the plates out, Massie's stomach grumbled even louder. She decided to sit on one of the stools at the counter instead of at the dining table. Glancing at her surroundings, Massie wondered why the place seemed so lonely. She remembered the dust collecting on the furniture in the living room and the bare walls save for a few paintings scattered here and there. Where was Derrick's family? Did he have any siblings?
When Massie finished eating, she made her way back upstairs. Noticing that Derrick's door was slightly open, she decided to take a peek. Derrick was laying flat on his back and his sheets were at his waist so that the moonlight illuminated his bare chest. Massie couldn't help but notice that his chest was extremely well defined.
Suddenly, Derrick let out a little grunt and shifted onto his side, exposing his back. Massie froze but relaxed when she realized Derrick was still sleeping. Backing out, she returned to her room and settled back into bed, having no trouble falling asleep again.
Ugh, this was a sucky chapter, but it's better than nothing! I promise the next chapter will be way better, way more exciting! So please REVIEW!
