Finn almost died of fright when he saw the look in Rory's eyes. She was livid and if looks could kill……. Well let's just say Finn would have been standing outside the pearly gates of all Alcoholics anonymous ideas of heaven!
Rory was furious. She couldn't believe that after what had just happened he had to go and say a stupid comment like that! But she was also hurt by his comment. Huffing, she wriggled out of his lap and stormed into the bathroom.
Finn let out a frustrated groan, when he heard the slamming of the bathroom door. People had always said that he would one day have to have his foot surgically removed from his mouth and it looked like today was the day. He hadn't meant to offend Rory like that, in fact he'd meant it as a compliment, in a weird kind of way, but looking back over what he'd said it wasn't the best choice of words he could have used. Signing, he staggered to his feet, still feeling the effects of his sugar comatose state and made his way towards the bathroom. As he drew nearer, he heard her soft cries. Feeling immensely guilty, Finn leant his forehead against the door before he tried the handle. To his amazement, the door opened quietly and he was able to step inside of the bathroom and close the door with a soft click.
As I sat there trying to process what was happening, the darkness began to close around me, suffocating me and cutting of my air supply, wrapping me up in a blanket of fear.
Rory had tried to keep her cries to a minimum, but the tears just kept on flowing. She curled herself up inside the jacuzzi bath and let the tears freely flow. She'd just experienced one of the most amazing feelings in her life and had had it ruined by one of the most stupid comments made from one of the world's most stupidest man. She was afraid that this phenomenal feeling would always come with this huge drop into an abyss of pain and confusion and even humiliation. After what seemed like hours she heard the soft click of the bathroom door as it closed. No longer having the energy to lift any part of her body to see the intruder, she just kept on crying, only this time she mad no noise. Through her veil of tears, she saw two bare feet then two knees and the hands of the person kneeling in front of her. She felt a hand cup her chin as the person tried to get her eyes level with theirs. Resisting at first, she eventually gave up when a little more pressure was added and met the emerald eyes of a very concerned Finn and heard his soft gasp.
Finn felt like shit as he gazed upon Rory curled up in a ball in the jacuzzi bath. There were no sounds coming from her now, but he could see her body rise and fall as she was assaulted with sobs. Quickly walking to wards her he knelt down in front of her and became extremely worried when she didn't react at all. He could have been any one and she wouldn't have cared, wouldn't have reacted. Moving his right hand up to her chin, he tried to lift her chin so that their eyes would be level, but he was met with some resistance. Adding more force he was able to lift her chin and couldn't help let out a soft gasp as he met her eyes.
Her eyes shone like midnight blue sapphires, with her unshed tears acting as miniature diamonds that hung underneath the main gems. Drawing back until he could see her whole face, Finn let out a curse. She looked like a fucking angel. Be it a fallen angel, but still an angel and like a System of a Down song once said, "I cry when angels deserve to die…….." He felt as if he was shattering into a million pieces as he gazed upon her ruby red lips, swollen from her efforts to silence herself, her coffee coloured tresses curling round her moon light face. Gently he began to pull her forward into his arms. He felt her body tense and knew that he had to be careful with his actions.
Rory braced her body as she felt Finn pull her forward. Slowly though, the tension seeped out of her body as she let herself fall into the safety of Finn's arms. That seemed to puzzle her. Even though Finn was the one to hurt her, she still felt safe within his arms.
Finn felt her relax him his arms and he held her there until the sobs stopped altogether. After a while Finn looked down to see that Rory had fallen asleep in his arms. He could help grinning at how innocent she looked and proceeded to lift her up in his arms and carry her into the bedroom. To him, it made more sense to carry her a short distance to a room that when she woke up would be more unfamiliar, than walked a short distance to her room where when she woke up she would be able to recognise her surroundings.
Tucking her into his bed he stood at the edge of the bed and stored the sight of Rory asleep in his bed into his memory, so that when his holiday was over, he would be able to reflect on at least a handful of good points, from meeting Rory. Signing he, went into the sitting room. Sweeping his eyes over the left over food and blank TV screen, he turned it off and ignoring the food, grabbed the blanket that Rory had flung off of them in her haste seeking refugee, laying down on the sofa, covering himself with the blanket. Once again, he cursed his ability to stick his foot in his mouth as he knew that he could have been in the bed beside Rory, all nice and warm, instead of on the overly priced sofa, that wasn't designed for sleeping on, cold and lonely, swimming in a pool of his guilt as he knew that it was his fault that he was relegated to the sofa. Turning, over he pulled the blanket up to his mouth and slowly drifted asleep.
