callmeemily: ([with] comfort)
Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins ([personal profile] callmeemily) wrote 2014-06-23 11:35 pm (UTC)

Raleigh turns into him so she can press her forehead into his shoulder, her hands fisted in her lap as she twists her fingers together. She'd been so sure that she was just going to die, and he's the one- She regretted it. She regretted not seeing him again, not getting to figure out what the hell they were doing...

That he'd think she just up and left, but he hadn't thought that. He'd looked for her.

"This guy pretended he needed help," she said quietly. She'd been through it with the police, with the doctors, with the psych consult at the hospital. "This old guy, and I... I help people, because I'm an idiot. Because when I hear somebody calling for help from an alley, I go, and then- He had a guy he was working with, and he grabbed me." She swallowed thickly. "I think- I think they're both dead," she pulled back then to look up at him, her eyes searching his. "He knew. He knew about me, he knew, Jason."

She paused. "He said no one would notice. That I was someone no one would miss, and then he locked me in a bathroom after he- he cut my foot so that I couldn't run away, and chained me in there and it was dark and no one was ever going to find me."

The last words were muffled, because she's gripping the edge of her hoodie tightly and her face is pressed against his shoulder because he's there. He's there and this isn't a dream, she's not still in that goddamned bathroom.

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