White Violets (Third)
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“You’re very welcome ma’am,” I heard him say, an evident smile in his words.
Jerk, I grumbled to myself, taking off straight for the bathroom to soak my feet in some hot water.
I hadn’t meant to lose my shoes, it just kinda…happened. After my junky old car broke down, I had to go on foot and -
“Ah!” I squeaked as my feet hit the water I’d started to fill the tub with, my toes gratefully burning. I didn’t even make it that hot! But, after enduring the first few seconds of pain, it felt kind of comforting. I shiver of relief slid down my spine, and, for the first time that day, I just felt tired. It was… kinda nice.
Eventually, I dragged myself from the tub and freshened up before exiting into the hallway. I didn’t see Peter in the dark hallway, so I quickly tiptoed past the stairs and to the room he’d told me about. Or at least hoped it was the room he’d told me about.
Well, when I opened the door it looked empty at least. Of course, thinking about the room not being empty made my mind run through scenarios of people hidden under the bed, in the closet and cameras being hidden everywhere to watch my every move. I may have been a little tired.
But after thorough inspection, it passed as being a safe place to sleep. I went to the bed, surprised to find a nightgown neatly laid out on it. It looked to be near exactly my size too, though I was kind of average in, well, everything. But this guy couldn’t have been expecting me, he couldn’t have known some random girl was going to show up in an absolute mess in the middle of his cemetery.
All I could do was shrug it off though, gratefully changing into the piece of clothing and out of my mud-coated jeans and jacket. I crawled gratefully under the sheets, and I was helpless to the lure of sleep. I think the comforter was even down.
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The sun woke me up. I could tell it was a little later in the day, but a tree outside the one window had apparently blocked the sun for most of the morning. Thank God.
I roamed out of bed and my cocoon of covers, figuring that at this point Peter would want me out.
I stopped, not having actually thought of what had happened last night. Naturally, I started freaking out.
Had I been crazy? Letting a strange man take me to his house? And now I was in his clothes, having slept in his bed! What if he had some sort of weird fetish or something that I was fulfilling? I glanced down at the drab slab of fabric covering me, trying to imagine how it could work into some mad man’s delusional fantasies. Unfortunately - or fortunately, who knows - I couldn’t think of anything.
I peeked my head out of the door and looked both ways. No sign of him. I stepped out, planning to make a run to the bathroom, but slipped on a soft mound.
(A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUN. A SOFT MOUND. OH NOES!)