Emma saw it. The dark haired boy's eyes flashed. She screamed, and he laughed, crazed. With a quick force she hit the floor. Dark red blood swirled around her, thick and warm. He knelt over her, drenched in blood...
Emma sat up straight. Her bedroom was dark, she felt cold and her whole body was shaking. She could still feel the blood on her hands and rubbed them ferociously against her silk duvet. She let the hot tears explode from her eyes, clasping her bedrail to steady her.
Still quivering, she rose. She looked around the room at all of her things. Everything had stopped being comforting. It had all become foreign or something that had witnessed her humiliation and pain. She was trying so hard to push through it, but it was becoming a lot more of a process than she had intended. Her floor was the worst. It was stained with a deep red mark and slightly dented from her having been thrown so forcefully to the ground. Deciding that she shouldn't be in her room right now she sneaked out into the corridor, where she was met by several doors, identical to that of her room. Knowing who she needed to see she slipped silently into through the one on the far left.
Danny's deep breathing told her he was asleep, and she felt instantly relaxed. It was the second guest bedroom, and the size of an average master bedroom. The bed was huge, but instead of drowning him, Emma noticed he looked strong in it. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Emma got a fine view of the beginnings of his well-structured abs.
Emma snuck up to him slowly, so as not to wake him, and slipped under the covers next to him. She didn't want to intrude or push boundaries, but she felt like she needed him. She didn't understand it, but something about seeing his face made her heart warm.
She was asleep within minutes and awoke from a wonderfully dreamless sleep several hours later.
Danny woke early and found someone snuggled against him. It took him less than a second to recognise her flowery vanilla smell seducing him completely. Thinking he was still dreaming he smiled, loving the feeling of his skin on hers. He dozed like this for several minutes, wishing his dream wouldn't flash to another as fast as it always did.
But it didn't.
Realising, he was awake; he tensed up and tried to think of something else. He focused all his attention on a strange abstract painting of a dinosaur on the wall for the next hour, trying to ignore the soft draping of golden locks on his bare chest. Despite the painting looking slightly like an odd shaped green banana, it wasn't the most interesting painting and having Emma wriggling in her sleep, reminding him she was there every second, wasn't helping his concentration.
Emma slid back into consciousness mid-morning, to find herself well rested and alone. The heavy curtains still hung closed and the room was dark. She rose and pulled on one of the guest robes hung on the door.