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Chapter 7

As the person pulls me down into a sitting position before I stand up completely, as I would have hit my head on the ceiling as it is extremely low. Opening my eyes I realize it was just Thomas who seems to have found me as he sits in front of me, his head almost touching the ceiling of the small room.

Calming down he slowly removes his hand from my mouth.

"…you're not mad that you found me in here…?"

He shakes his head as he places a plate down in front of my sitting figure, causing me to look down at it.

Two ham and cheese sandwiches sit upon the plate, causing my stomach to growl again.

I practically gently punch my stomach, "Shut up, it's your food."

Looking up at him I smile, "Thank you."

He nods as I pick up one of the sandwiches and eat it, looking around at the room as he moves over to a wall and flicks on a light switch as a light bulb in the middle of the room shines, illuminating the entire room filled with child drawings all over the walls, as well as a few piles of blankets on one side of the room.

"…is this a little hideout you used to go in when you were little or something?"

He nods, looking around the walls as if he hasn't been in this room in years, which is probably true.

Picking up the bear again, I place it on my lap as I continue eating, on the second sandwich now.

He seems to have noticed the bear in my possession as he brushes some cobwebs off its ears

"Was this bear yours?" I realize the idiocy of that question before I could even stop my words from flowing out of my mouth as I practically facepalm pretty hard at my own words, "…Of course it was and is…please don't answer that stupid question…"

I hear quiet chuckles as I realize Thomas is laughing at my realization and my question as I look at him.

"Yes I'm an idiot bear with me, no pun intended, as I spew out the dumbest questions you have ever been asked in your entire life."

Seeing the grin on his face under his mask I can fully tell he is amused by me.

"Anyway, how many people are in this house?"

He reaches towards one of the pictures on the wall and he pulls it off and hands it to me.

Taking it I look over it, a small child drawing of what seems to be a family in front of the house, a little boy labeled 'me', a girl labeled 'mama', a man labeled 'Uncle Brother Charlie' and another man labeled 'Uncle Monty'.

"Oh, such an adorable family." I say with a smile on my face as I look at him, he looks away from me as if trying to hide the appreciation of my adoration of the drawing, the appreciation being a reddened face.

This causes me to smile at how adorable he is being, even though he is a large and undeniably intimidating man, I still find his behavior adorable.

I move and place the paper back on the wall where it was previously before returning to my position in front of him.

Covering my mouth as my body lets out a yawn, I begin to wonder what time it is.

"…do you know how late it is? Or what time it is?"

He shows me two fingers, indicating its 2am.

"…no wonder I'm tired.."

I watch as he moves over to the blankets on one side of the room, grabbing one and laying it on the floor spread out, moving another blanket as it drops a small pillow out from it he places the pillow on one side of the blanket on the ground as he moves the other blanket so it covers the one on the ground, he motions me over to him.

Slowly I make my way over to him.

"…I don't really want to sleep in these clothes…they are really dirty and uncomfortable…"

He nods as he exits the small hide, his shadow can be seen outside the exit as he comes back into the hideout and to me, carrying a large black shirt with him.

He hands it to me as I remove my other boot, taking it from him he looks away as I undress and put the large shirt on which is practically a nightgown to me.

"…Okay you can look now."

He looks at me, his eyes seem to brighten as he sees me sitting on the blankets in his shirt, seeming to enjoy the sight before him.

"Do I look okay?"

He quickly nods, giving me a clear answer as he gently strokes my matted and mud-dried hair.

"…I need to try and take a shower tomorrow…I am very nasty right now…" I look down, feeling very self-conscious about his hand in my nasty hair as he pulls it away.

He lifts up the blanket, watching me as if waiting for me to get under it, which I do. He then covers me with the blanket, he then softly strokes my cheek again, making me feel extremely warm inside.

I close my eyes and softly moan in comfort as he places his back against the wall beside the small bed of mine which is exactly right next to him as he continues to softly stroke my cheek.

I watch as he leans his head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling.

"…Are you planning to be there all night? You don't have to…"

He shrugs at my words as he looks back down at me and continues stroking my cheek, knowing it comforts me.

"…you could go to bed in your room…or get under the blankets with me…..whichever you want…" I explain to him, my face heating up at my words and the images going through my mind of him with his arms around me as we sleep, causing my face to brighten even more.

He realizes my face's color change as he grins at my reaction to the thoughts he has figured out, knowing it clearly interests me.

Whether or not he wanted to get under the covers with me is completely unknown, but instead of going back in his room he decided to make a bed beside mine out of the other remaining blankets in the pile as he took off some clothes to the point he was comfortable and covered himself up, lying on his back looking up at the ceiling as I watch him.

He then gets up and turns off the light as the entire room becomes pitch black, the only thing that can tell me his location is the sound of him getting closer and the sound of fabric moving as he got back into his blanket bed.

"Goodnight, Thomas…" I say to him, I hear movement as the entire room goes silent for a while, he must be looking at me, surprised to hear his name come from me.

The gentle touch of a familiar hand strokes my cheek as if he says goodnight back as I hear him move again, this time staying silent.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but the warm emotions and feelings within me at the thought and sense that he was close to me easily caused me to fall asleep in the little hide out with him.