*Hey munchkins I know I updated quicker than I said I would but I just want to get this story moving along. I'm sorry for my past spelling errors it's my stupid computer. I cringe every time I read over a chapter I posted and there is a spelling mistake *facepalm*. Anyway, this is more of an explanation chapter and I promise the next one will be way more exciting. Enjoy!
For the next few days Flippy was surprisingly nice to me. He visited me every single day and brought me food, warm clothes and anything else I needed.
The more I spent in that room the more I could see it's every small detail. It had caramel walls and was not furnished well. The window was boarded up and small amounts of light escaped through the cracks in the dark wood that closed off the sunlight. There was a small Victorian-style table that had coffee and pen marks engraved into it which was a shame, I had thought. It was truly beautiful. The design on the side and legs was that of a sequence of swirls, resembling waves. Then there was my bed. It was steel and the grey paint was peeling. It was not a pleasant sight. But yet, the covers that it had were warm and soft, the duvet perfect for comfortable sleeping. The pillow was packed with goose feathers.
It seemed that Flippy put a lot of thought into it, even though I was technically his prisoner.
I had wandered this room for around four days now, getting restless and bored. I had no idea what was going to happen to me, and whenever Flippy came in with a change of clothes or food, he never spoke a word to me.
Even when I had to ask him to use the toilet, he just blankly took me by the hand, led me down the dark hallway, and pushed me into the bathroom, locking the door.
I couldn't sleep and nightmares ran through my head when I did manage to doze off. On one particular night, I had the worst nightmare of all. Despite everything, I cried out for Flippy. I heard urgent footsteps and within seconds Flippy was outside the door, his face full of worry.
For the first time in days, he spoke to me.
"What's wrong, Flaky? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
"I-I-I had a n-n-nightmare…" I croaked, my mouth was dry and beads of sweat formed on my face. Flippy sighed.
"Flaky… go back to sleep," he whispered.
Just as he was about to close the door, I leaped out of bed and held on to him. "P-p-please don't leave. I'm scared! Please" I pleaded through dry sobs.
His eyes shone a sympathetic emerald and he closed the door he was about to exit. He moved towards the bed and lay down. He was in his boxers and I blushed at the realization. He gave me a confused glare "Flaky what are you waiting for? Climb in. I'll stay with you tonight" he commanded.
After much hesitation, I did as I was told. It seemed that Flippy was being strong hands embraced me and his grip tightened. I lay facing him. He smelled so nice and was so soft that I knew that I would sleep soundly tonight.
He pulled the covers over us and closed his eyes. Flippy looked so peaceful when he slept. That's the way I would have always wanted to see him.
"Hey Flaky, remember when we slept like this in the orphanage? You would always sneak into the boy's dormitory and wake me up, saying that you had nightmares," he teased playfully, a small smile creeping on his peaceful face. I nodded and smiled also. Maybe there was hope for Flippy. But, I had to know something.
"F-Flippy...can I ask you something?" I muttered through the blanket. After a sigh, I was sure I heard a yes. "Why did you stop yesterday? And...and why do you not talk to me?"
Flippy's eyes suddenly opened and he sat up, bringing me with him in his embrace. He grabbed my shoulders and stared at me, his emerald eyes piercing my soul. He closed his eyes and sighed. I blushed and suddenly regretted asking him. It felt like I disturbed his peace.
"Look, Flaky. I'm sorry for the past few days. I'm not… 'stable' any more. The army has changed me. Please… don't remind me. I had lived through horrors. I had been with a lot of girls...flings I suppose… But I would always think about you. You mean a lot more to me than the sluts I fucked before. I didn't want to use you like I used them, especially without your will...Your second question..Why do I not talk to you? Every time I come into your room you look like you hate me. You probably do now, but at least I can have you by my side. Do you know what the sad thing is Flaky? No-one noticed that you're 's why I started following you around when I was ten. I felt like I had to protect you, or you'd just disappear. You're so innocent Flaky. I feared that something might happen to you," he replied.
Tears swelled in my eyes and I gripped his arms with my thin fingers.
"Flippy… I don't hate you. All I want is for you to be happy. If you want to take me, you can. It doesn't matter that much to me. Just don't do it too hard." I whispered, a pang of bravery growing inside of me. Flippy chuckled at me and ruffled my hair.
"Oh Flaky. You might as well be an angel. You're so innocent," he laughed.
He smiled, yawned and gently eased down onto the bed. I watched Flippy sleep. I had to help him somehow. What was wrong with him? Exactly what happened to him? I needed to find out. I needed to be strong now. I gently fall back into his arms, and fell asleep.
*Next chapter will have mature themes, don't like don't read simple :) toodles