“Oh boy,” I scrub my hand down my face. “She’s going to be a handful.”
Phoenyxx laughs in agreement. “You can handle it.”
Ghost
I’m getting so damn annoyed at being a babysitter for this 3 guy. I thought I was a mess! He whines and whimpers constantly.
He tugs my sleeve, pointing to the room Malishka is in with Harris.
I shake my head, again. “No, man, we need to let them sleep. We'll go in soon, okay?”
The others decided to stick the responsibility of babysitting duty with me, since I’m the closest to 3 in “emotional demeanor”, whatever the hell that is supposed to mean. Fuckers.
Unfortunately, it also seems I’m the only one 3 semi-trusts right now. He doesn’t attempt to communicate with anyone else; he just snarls at them.
All I want is to hold my Malishka. She said she forgave us, which makes my heart somersault in my chest.
I'm getting impatient waiting. I might just sneak in there. Cynthia did it. I bet I can slip past the Doctor.
I push forward, towards the doors. 3 grabs my arm to stop me.
“What?” I grit out. He just shakes his head, miming a sleeping posture with his hands tucked under his chin.
“For fuck’s sake, man. We'll be quiet, okay? I've been without her for way too long.”
3 just stares at me, then sharply nods his head once, to indicate his agreement on going in. Before I can move, he blocks me with his arm, and gestures towards the area the others are waiting, then makes a slicing motion across his throat.
“Huh?” But then I get what he’s asking me.
What we did to Valley; what we made Malishka believe.
“We had to, man. Our families are powerful and evil. They made us do that to her. Valley was always okay. It was fake; get it?”
3 sneers at me.
“Judge much?” I can’t help the snark that enters my voice. “So, what’s your story, anyway?”
He just looks at me, then rolls his eyes. He shrugs, clapping a hand over his mouth. The guy has jokes—good to know. I'll file that away for later.
“Yeah, yeah—I know you can’t talk.”
I pause outside the doors, hearing voices. “They’re awake; I’m going in.” 3 clings to my damn sleeve, scurrying in after me. “Malishka.”
She sees me, face lighting up. “Ghost!”
Malishka holds her arms out to me in invitation. I run to her, bending to hug and kiss her.
Harris is next to her in the bed; Cynthia at the bedside.
“Fuck off, Harris,” I bite out, wanting to cuddle my girl.
3 moves closer, shoving at Harris’s body.
“Oh my God...” I laugh. “Take the hint man.”
Harris grumbles but climbs out of her bed. He gets back in his own, his sister fussing over him.
I climb in where he was, and 3 squeezes into the other side, making Malishka gasp in surprise.
