Fearless

Authors' note: Warning: Angst.

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Chapter Nine: Opening up

"How did a guy like you get a girl like her?" Hodgins asked me when I got into his car the next morning.

"I really don't know." I answered.

Hodgins smiled, "Well, that's a first."

The next few days consisted of going to work, going to Skye's, and then going home. Angela had taken quite a liking to Skye; they seemed to be spending a lot of time together. I'm not sure what they did together, they both said "Girl stuff" when I asked. I'm not exactly sure what "girl stuff" is, or if I even wanted to know, so I left it at that.

I knocked on Skye's door, as I had done every other evening since she had moved here. "Hello?" I said through the door.

"It's open." I heard Skye's voice call from inside. Her voice sounded off, it didn't sound anything like the normal cheery tone Skye has. I slowly opened the door, Skye was sitting cross legged against the wall in her still furnitureless apartment with loose photos, photo albums and photo frames spread out around her, next to her was a cardboard box. She was holding a photo frame in her hands, she looked up from it; her eyes were red and swollen.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's her birthday today." Skye said as she turned the frame around so I could see, the picture was of a young girl, she must've been 17 or 18, maybe 19, she had a huge smile and her dark hair was blowing in the wind. I was confused about why this girl's birthday would make her cry. "She would be 20 years old today." Key words: Would be. She's deceased.

"Who is she?" I asked as I sat myself down beside her.

"Her name was Charlotte. She was the most beautiful person I knew, and not just on the outside. Everyone loved her." Skye told me. I put my arm around her; she rested her head on my shoulder. "She was smart as well, straight A's at school. She was really going somewhere."

"What happened to her?" I asked quietly. Skye took a deep breath and slowly closed then opened her eyes.

"Murdered." Skye finally said "She was murdered." I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet. "Sorry, it's such a morbid topic."

"My job is morbid." I told her.

"Do you really want to know?" Skye asked, she was so quiet I could barely hear her.

"Do you really want to tell me?" I asked her, I knew this conversation would lead to more tears and I really hated seeing her upset.

"I'm sick of keeping secrets." Skye said, "Well, secret. And I guess you should know why I was going to court and randomly crying at a bus stop."

"If you want to tell me, I'm listening." I said "But only if you want to."

"Charlotte and I went to high school together, than college together, she was my roommate. One night there was a party being held in one of the frat houses. I was there with Charlotte and a few other friends. Charlotte and I decided not to drink, because we had an early class the next morning. Anyway, later in the night I saw Charlotte, passed out and being carried up the stairs by some guy I didn't know, so I followed them up. Then everything started going blurry and my head was spinning. I passed out just after I looked through the doorway of the room they had just taken Charlotte into. There was about 4 or 5 guys. They slit her throat. I saw it. There was so much blood." Skye stopped, took a couple of deep breaths, trying to compose herself "The next thing I knew I was waking up in one of the rooms in that house, searching for my underwear. I thought the thing I saw with Charlotte was just a bad dream, but when I went into the room I had seen her in last, and she was lying on the bed, throat slit, in a pool of her own blood." I could tell Skye was trying hard not to cry. I stayed silent. "They found roofie's in her system. They were in mine to, somebody had spiked our drinks."

"Who did it?" I asked.

"It was a group of Satanists." Skye told me "They...they sacrificed her to Satan...or some bullshit like that" I had never heard Skye swear before.

"Why her?"

"I don't know, maybe she was just the first girl who they found passed out." Skye was crying by now. I held her closer to me; she buried her face in my chest. "The worst part is, that in court, they didn't look like they were sorry for what they had done or guilty or anything like that, they looked...proud."

"I'm sorry."

"Now every time I think about her all I can see is her dead body, lying in a pool of her own blood."

"What about the bus stop?" I asked her, knowing that she would know what I meant.

"Derrick, he...he supplied the roofies. He didn't kill her, but he might as well have, because if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been raped and Charlotte would still be alive. I trusted him, he was my boyfriend. Heck, I loved him. But I can never ever forgive him for what he did. Never. I dropped out of college after that. I just couldn't stand being there, everywhere I looked I could see her." Skye explained to me. Then we just sat there, she was shaking in my arms, crying. I didn't say anything, neither did she.

A while later Skye's voice broke the silence "Sleep with me tonight." She said "I mean, in the most innocent sense possible. Just sleep."

"Sure."

A/N: There you go. A bit of an angsty chapter, I know. I hoped you enjoyed. Please review. They really do make me happy.