Carter
Where the hell am i? I know for a fact I'm not in the infirmary since this bed is actually comfortable. The room has dark grey colored walls with very little decoration. A black desk sits in the corner of the room with a lamp and laptop on it. I'm in someone's bedroom.
" Good you're awake." Of all people? It had to be his room.
" I was getting worried. You had been out for a while." Eric walks in closing the door. I silently stare at him as he busies himself around the room. Something's different about him...he seems more relaxed more...approachable.
" Like something you see?" He smirks over his shoulder winking making my face hot. " I've seen better." He just chuckles dipping a rag into a bowl of water that was sitting on the nightstand beside the bed.
Without warning he presses it against the gash on my arm. " Fuck." Hissing in pain i grip in hand tightly trying to pry it off. " Get it off. Its water. Why does it burn so bad?" I ask through gritted teeth.
" It's rubbing alcohol. I have to clean your wound so it won't get infected. So please let go." I don't. " I promise to be gentle. It'll be over before you know it." His eyes soften with a small smiles playing on his lips. Sighing i do as i told. True to his word he gently cleans my arm and bandages it. " See that wasn't so bad. Was it?" He teases.
" Don't tease me Eric."
" Wouldn't dream of it baby."
" I'm not your baby."
" Not yet." Eric mutters.
"What?" I ask.
" Nothing anyway get some rest. You need to heal so you can stay above the red line." My heart leaps. " I'm above the red line?"
" That's what I just said." Eric chuckles. " After that fight you deserve to be. Now get some rest." With that said the door is closed and I'm left to by myself. It's not long before i feel myself falling asleep.
'Brianna!'
It's dark here. I can't see. Who's calling out to me.
'Brianna!' The voice calls out again...that voice.
'Brianna baby run!' Mom?
'Mommy.' A child's voice calls out. It's my voice.
'Mommy! hurry!
'Two shots ring out. The sound of a body hitting the floor is heard. The screams of agony are bone chilling. 'Mommy Get up please!'
' Carter!' Eric? Who else is in this twisted dream!
' Brianna run!' My mother screams out.
'BANG'
A metallic smell fills the air. Blood.
'Carter!' Eric calls again. The lights turn on and i come face to face with the horrific scene.
A scream dies in my throat as i awaken. Looking up I see concerned blue orbs staring into my eyes. His lips are moving but I can't concentrate on what he's saying.
I then feel lips on mine breaking me out my trance.
Eric
I didn't know what to do but I knew I had to get her attention so I kissed her...and damn did it feel good. The warmth of her mouth set off a fire within me. A spark turning into a raging inferno... I didn't want to stop and the way her lips were moving against mine. Carter was pretty into it too.
It started of sweet but then the intensity picked up. Legs straddling my waist. Hands gripping my hair. It was pretty steamy if I do say so myself. Well it was until i felt tears hitting my face and the taste of salt on my lips. What the hell kind of dream did she have to make her break down like this?
Without hesitation I pull her into my chest as she cried into my shirt. After a couple minutes of sobbing it reduces to a sniffle here and there.
"Sorry about your shirt." Carter coughs gesturing to my now ruined shirt. "It's just a shirt." I nonchalantly responded.
"What happened? I had to go see max for a couple of minutes and I come back to see you having a panic attack." She hides her face with the covers. " It was just a bad dream. Nothing serious." She's hiding something.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
Carter
I can't believe I cried like that in front of him. This is so embarrassing. So much for showing everyone that I'm strong and independent. He probably thinks I'm a weaker than he originally
Thought.
Wait. I'm still in his room. In his bed with him and his arms around me. Flashbacks of the kiss go though my head but I'm not freaked out by any of this, which worries me. Do I have feelings for Eric? I can't possibly have feelings for him. He's the reason i had to fight.
Shit. I gotta go now.
As calmly as I could I leap out of bed and walk to the door. " Thanks for um taking care of me but I have to go. The others are probably worried about me and stuff so...bye!" With that said I launch myself out of the room before he could say anything.
Eric
She left before I could tell her that she's wearing my clothes. Whatever she'll find out soon enough.
Thanks for reading guys. I know it's been a while. Life and responsibility manšŖ anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter and will read the next one! TCH out! Until next time bye!