Return.

Return Part 4

You hadn't seen Brahms is 3 days. 

Now and again you would hear the faint creek of a door closing but nothing more than that.

You were running out of food and without Malcolm , that only meant one thing. 

Putting on clean clothes and making your way downstairs 

you head into the kitchen , looking in the fridge to see if you could make your self something.

well....whats left.

You sighed as you closed the fridge door , then walking over to the cupboards getting a glass and filling it up with water , looking out the window and across the garden taking a sip.

You turn around leaning against the counter ,  gasping out of fright ,  the glass slipping out of your hand , you felt like everything was going in slow motion , pieces of glass and water going everywhere , as Brahms was standing in the doorway , glaring at your with those lost puppy eyes.

"shit!" you scream.

"fuck sake Brahms you scared the shit out of me!"

You keeled down, picking up all the pieces of glass.

Putting all the glass into a pile, you peered across from you.

Not noticing that Brahms was standing over you.

Gradually  you lean up , your eyes following up his figure , then over  crouch , up his chest until you reach his piercing stare , making you wish you never looked. 

Brahms tilts his head with wide eyes , noticing what hes done to you.

"what do you want Brahms?" your voice still raspy.

he stays silent.

You let out a quivering breath.

"do you know what you've done to me?"

you say while taking your jacket off, revealing the bruises on your arms , then lifting your hair out the way exposing your neck. 

 "s/n?" he say, motioning his hand towards your throat.

You grab his wrist, stopping him from going further.

"no Brahms" tears started to blur your vision,you couldn't talk,you wanted to say all these thing to him but, he took your breath away.

"i'm sorry" he says, in his deep toned voice. 

you breath quickly,shaking your head.

"of course you are."

You take a couple of steps back , making your way round the table , still facing Brahms.

"i er..... i have to go into town... we need food and since Malcolm isn't around to......"

"No...." he darts, walking slowly around to you.

you walk side to side, slowly making you way to the kitchen entrance

"Brahms don't do this"

"you'll leave me, just like the others" he states.

"i wont leave you, i'm staying with you, i want to help you."

He starts to pace up and down the kitchen , rolling his fingers through his hair.

"no your not leaving, your not leaving me alone, you need to follow the rules."

"and we need food Brahms!" you look across to the kitchen door then quickly turning back towards Brahms 

"if we don't get food....well starve, and you don't want that do you brahmsy?"