Hello again! How're you doing? Well, I'm going to start this chapter off by apologizing. I'm sorry guys, I meant for this chapter to be posted on Christmas eve, sort of like an early Christmas present to y'all. Oh well, better late than never I suppose, right? Haha, any who, here's a chapter of Survive the Night for you!
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Cheyenne closed the door and turned to the boy in front of her. She leaned up against the cold metal and sighed, "okay, what do you want to talk about?"
Jade was still on her mahogany desk, his face showed the worry he had been keeping to himself for so long, "Chey, there's so much I want to ask-"
"Don't you dare get cliché on me Jade, just spit it out," Cheyenne said, rolling her eyes.
Jade's jaw twitched at her words, but he decided to let it slip, "what happened at your house?"
Cheyenne leaned her head against the door as she thought it over, debating whether or not she should tell him. Her family wasn't something she enjoyed talking about. . . but then she remembered what Ann had said to her before she left. Was she really going to keep all of this to herself? Keep it bottled up so only she could feel the pain? She shook away the thoughts, making up her mind once and for all.
"My mom beats me."
Jade's eyes widened as he looked at her, "w-what? After I left, she beat you?"
Cheyenne didn't want to talk about it, her throat was closing up, refusing to spit the words she longed to say. It was small, but she nodded her head at him, "yes, but that's not the only time she's done it too."
Jade bit his lip as he watched her face fall. Cheyenne never cried, not a single tear dropped from her shining hazel eyes as she spoke to him, telling him what her mother did to her, how she spoke to her. . .
There were no words to describe how he felt. Hell, he couldn't even imagine how she had dealt with all of this for so long. He felt something grow within him as she told her story, her eyes never left the floor as her pink lips moved, retelling the horror she experienced. He knew what it was he felt: respect. She had been strong for so long and she never once broke down about it; Cheyenne never wanted pity or attention either, she kept to herself and held on strong no matter what happened.
She finished her story and looked up into Jade's eyes, they sparkled with tears as he blinked.
"What's with the tears Fresh?" Cheyenne asked, giving a forced chuckle. He looked at her, even now she didn't cry, "why didn't you tell me? I-I can help you Chey!" He got up and hugged the girl. She protested, trying to push him off, "Jade, get off, I don't need-"
"It's for me Chey, just. . . bear with me."
Cheyenne felt uncomfortable, she didn't like hugs or touching too much, and what Jade was doing now. . .
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Her eyes widened as she felt his hands wrap around her small waist, coming to a stop at the small of her back.
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His body was so warm as it pressed against hers, so comforting, strong. . .
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Cheyenne swallowed, "I-I need to check the cameras Jade," she stuttered.
Jade nodded and released her, his fingers sliding down her hips, barely grazing her thighs. Cheyenne hurridly picked up the monitor and flipped through the camera, taking note of where the animatronics were and how her power was:
Freddy: Bathrooms (ew pervy)
Chika: East hallway corner
Bonnie: West hallway
Foxy: Head is out
Ann: Swinging her feet on the stage while continuing to eat
"Ugh, I wanted to eat those. . ." Cheyenne muttered, glaring at the content fox.
Jade gave a small smile and looked at the monitor too, "hm, seems your power is going down pretty fast."
The percentage was dipped in the low twenties as they continued watching. "Yeah," Cheyenne muttered, setting the monitor down.
They continued in silence for awhile, Cheyenne closed her eyes while she waited for the night to end.
2 hours later. 4:56 a.m.
Cheyenne could feel Jades eyes on her as she checked the cameras taking note (again) of where the animatronics were, "'kay. . ." she muttered, her eyes skimming over the screen. "Bonnie is outside," She flicked the light showing the menacing animatronic.
"man, is he ever gonna give up on you?" Jade sighed, exasperated. "I mean, c'mon, can't he see that your head over heels with me?"
Cheyenne scoffed at this, bringing her head up to look at him, "you wish." Jade frowned, a small smile pulling gently at his mouth, "oh? And what does that beast have that I don't?"
"A brain."
"He doesn't even have a brain!"
Cheyenne smiled, looking back at the monitor as the joke finally made it into his head, his mouth forming a small 'o'.
The room became silent again as the two stopped talking. Cheyenne didn't know how to fill the uncomfortable void of silence, so she popped the thing that came to mind, "hey, I-I told you about my mother beating me. . . c-can you tell me about. . . what you said earlier at the convenient store?"
Jade looked at Cheyenne, confusion pulled over his features until realization hit, "ah, the rape you mean?" Cheyenne nodded, confirming his statement, "but you don't need to talk about it unless you want to, I'm not going to force it out of you." Jade nodded, "I know, but don't worry, I'll tell you."
Cheyenne watched as Jade sat on her desk, barely six inches away from touching knees. "Let's see. . ." Jade said, looking up at the dirty yellowed ceiling. "Where to start. . ." It took a couple minutes, but Jade finally pulled the pieces together, forming the story he was about to tell.
"I was fifteen, my mom had just gotten divorced with my dad because he found out she was cheating on him. She took me to Idaho where she met up with the man she had the affair with was stashed away, too cowardly to face my father in court.
Well, things were great for about six months. The man, Robert we'll call him, he was. . ." Jade shook his head laughing. "A perfect dad. When they signed me up for baseball, him and my mom would always show up and root for me. My father back home. . . he would never attend those kinds of thing, he's rather die than spend his time with me."
He stopped there, looking down to see if Cheyenne was still paying attention. Cheyenne's eyes were wide as she watched him, she rolled her wrist waiting for him to continue.
"It started when him and my mom began fighting- like, really bad. They would throw things at each other, obscenities were thrown too, most of the abuse they gave each other was verbal. Then one night while Robert was out, my mom came in and. . . did some things."
Cheyenne's eyes narrowed, "wait, it was your mother? I expected it to be Robert."
Jade nodded, "My mom told the authorities that it was him, they found bruises and other marks along my body, they asked me who it was but-" Jade bit his lip. "I couldn't speak, I was so scarred from what happened to me that I couldn't even talk for over a year.
Robert was convicted for the crime he didn't commit. He's still in jail to this day."
"And your mother?" Cheyenne prodded, feeling a little guilty.
Jade shook his head, "She took off, she left me with some relatives saying she was going away on some business trip. She never came back."
Cheyenne shook her head, "That's awful Jade, I'm so sorry." He shrugged, giving her a sad smile, "it's okay, I told you because we're kinda in the same boat. Bad shit just seems to happen to the best people." Cheyenne puffed her cheeks out at this, thinking it over. The silence returned to the two, a small amount of banging could be heard through the thick slabs as the night carried on. "Chika. . ." Cheyenne muttered. She was about to pick up her monitor when she noticed the battery percentage, "Jade, I need you to flip the generator switch. Hurry, we're at 2% and dropping fast!" Jade lunged off the desk over to the switch on the wall, he brought the large lever down as the humming began in the wall. The light flickered slightly, making Cheyenne flinch slightly, "Are they going to go out?" She whispered, praying they wouldn't go out.
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They stayed on after the third time. Jade smiled at Cheyenne, "See? Nothing to worry about, they do that because it takes awhile for the power to switch over to the generator. It's not exactly smooth when it does that." Cheyenne nodded. She was glad they hadn't gone out again, if they had it would mean that not only herself was in danger, but Jade as well. Cheyenne sighed and looked around the office, just because the lights didn't go off this time doesn't mean they won't again. The chair groaned as she slid off, looking around the room, Jade watched as she did so. She looked in the corners, in the drawers, under her desk, everywhere before he asked, "hey, what are you doing, Chey?"
Cheyenne looked up at him, she was currently riffling through one of her drawers, "well, I'm looking for supplies just in case the lights go out again." Jade tilted his head at this, "any luck so far?" Cheyenne nodded, opening on of the bigger drawers, she pulled out her black backpack, "it's a good thing I left this here, I would've been screwed if I left it at home." She unzipped the packed thing and began pulling out it's contents, displaying them in front of the gawking boy,
"Let's see. . . I've got an Akdal Ghost pistol, another Kershaw knife, A flat head screwdriver along with a star headed one, a bulky metal flashlight that's super bright-" She flashed Jade in the face to prove it. "Fuck! Thanks, now I'm blind dammit." Cheyenne chuckled as she waited for his sight to come back. "Anyway, I've also got an extra charger- Oh, I should plug my phone in," She murmured, pulling the long cord out with the adapter. She pushed her black roller chair out of the way, finding the plug in behind it.
"What else you got in here Chey?" Jade asked, going through the contents. Cheyenne heard her bag fall to the floor as she turned around, "Hey, don't do-" Her face went beet red as she saw what Jade had did. The contents were spilled everywhere, a water bottle, chips, and the most embarrassing one of all. . . Jade's face was pink as he looked at Cheyenne's royal blue panties as they were splayed out on the floor right beside his foot, "I swear to God, I did not mean-"
He stared as Cheyenne got up off the floor slowly, sauntering over to the red boy. She leaned down in front of him and picked the lewd item off the floor. "C-Chey? Are yo-"
Cheyenne brought a fist up into his jaw, sending the male flying backwards into the wall. He slid against it with a scrape, thudding when he hit the floor. He held a hand up to his jaw, wincing when he found the spot she had slammed him, "Ah, Chey, it was just an accident-"
"Don't look at me."
"W-what?" Jade asked, raising his brow slightly. Cheyenne stuffed everything back into her back quickly, her back turned to him. "D-don't look at me," She repeated. Even though he couldn't see her face, he could see her crimson ears poking through her long coarse hair. He chuckled slightly, "Oh, Now I see. Okay." Cheyenne stiffened as he laughed, her body shaking. Why the hell was she so nervous about? She didn't mean to punch him, it had just been a nervous reflex, or. . . Ugh, what was going on with her?! She had never felt this way with a guy before: Nervous, shaky, giggly, or even happy. Men usually pissed her off to the core of her being.
Jade watched as she began calming down, she was really something. She was never afraid to tell someone what she thought when something really pissed her off. Hell, he should know. He's been victim of the verbal abuse on more than one occasion. He also knew how strong she was, and how she could stand up and fight for herself, even when she was all alone. Jade's eyes widened at that thought, does she have anywhere to stay? Chey was pretty much a hobo now that she escaped her mom. If she went back, she was sure to get an ass whoopin'.
"Chey, do you have anywhere to go?"
Cheyenne stopped packing for a moment, sending Jade a dark look, "No, I don't. Why?"
Jade shrugged while he still sat on the floor; Cheyenne figured he was just being lazy and didn't want to get up, "Well, I have an apartment over on Pine if you want to room with me for a while."
Cheyenne stared at him, "S-stay with you?"
He nodded.
Cheyenne's heart began pounding as thoughts began pouring through her mind, some clean while others. . . well, you know. She had never stayed with a man alone behind closed doors before. She wasn't scared of him, but, she was. . . nervous? Fluttery? She couldn't quite pin the emotion that coursed through her cold body. "Um, sure. I'd be grateful if you'd let me," She muttered, hoping she wasn't blushing. Jade smiled at her, "perfect, I have an extra bed too when Michael comes over if you want to sleep there." Cheyenne nodded.
Oh Satan, what has she gotten herself into?!
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