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She placed his arm around her shoulders.. this was the first time after everything that had happened between her and her ex that she let anyone close to her. Violetta lead him up the stairs, thankfully not running into anyone before she opened the door to her room. Perhaps he was getting the wrong idea, but she simply wanted to make sure he was safe. "Here.. sleep here for now.. I won't bother you." she told him softly as she let go of him, letting him stand next to her bed. Violetta moved away from the bed and over to the window, looking outside as she rested her forehead against the glass.

To be honest, she didn't know what to do anymore, which path to take. Her finger tips pressed against the glass, knowing that he had probably already fallen asleep. Perhaps she should just let him be.. do whatever he wanted and avoid him. Her father would probably deem the slave as useless though and take him back to the slave market. No, she couldn't let that happen to him. Then again, why did she care? Turning around to glance around her room, she saw that Ebony was gone, the kittens were asleep, and Brandon, well he was at the foot of her bed. How easily she had begun to care for him. Violetta looked away, she couldn't allow this to happen, it was as simple as that. Sitting down in one of the chairs that faced away from the bed, she closed her eyes and stayed silent, not saying a single word. She wouldn't bother him with her petty thoughts.

Closing her different colored eyes, she couldn't help but remember all the pain she was caused by one man.. and one friend. Swallowing, she knew that Brandon could perhaps have a bride waiting for him back home. After all, she didn't know how long he had been a slave or what had happened to his family. Why was she even thinking about this? She wanted to break things from her frustration, but instead she stayed in her seat, like stone.

It took her a second to realize he was whimpering. Walking over to him slowly, she had a soft expression on her face. Slowly she reached out and covered him with the blanket since he was trembling before gently shaking his shoulder as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. "Hey.. wake up." she whispered, guessing that he was going through some kind of nightmare. She gently shook his shoulders with both hands, hoping that he would wake up or at least calm down. "Brandon?" she said, this time her voice a little bit louder. Violetta simply guessed that his dream was about his life before he had come here. Her face hovered about a foot and a half over his, still trying to wake him up.

She looked at him with softened eyes, full of concern though she would never admit it later if he asked.. but he probably wouldn't. "Shh.." she told him softly. "Everything will be alright." Violetta realized she would help him anyway she could but she didn't even know what his dream had been about. the Tips of her fingers brushed against his cheek gently, her eyes searching his own as if trying to figure him out.

He didn't want to be here.. did he? Well, she could let him go out into the world to find whatever he was looking for but he would most likely be found by slave traders. "I won't hurt you." she added before pulling away from him, her head lowered. She shouldn't be doing this, it would only end up being a mess just like the rest of her life. She sat on the edge of the bed a few feet away from him, completely still.

She ran her fingers through her hair after a moment before glancing over her shoulder to look at him. After that she turned to face him, her head tilted to the side a little bit before she looked at the sheets. He hadn't pulled away at her touch like she thought he would. Violetta still couldn't figure him out, but she guessed that could pass with time if he stayed that long.

Biting her lower lip, she knew perfectly well that she was getting attached to him. Perhaps she should pull away from him altogether. "You can go back to sleep if you want." she told him, knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep for a while. Besides.. she had never slept in the same bed with a person of the opposite sex. There had been small sleepovers when she was a child, she and her sister would get under the covers and tell horror stories at night. Violetta slowly got up, her dress rustled as she smoothed out the wrinkles. Not that it mattered, but it was a habit of hers.

He didn't move.. well she shouldn't have expected him to fall asleep after a nightmare. Violetta walked back over to her armchair that she had been sitting in and closed her eyes after taking a seat. She didn't know what he would do.. but did it matter? Sighing softly, she tilted her head back slightly, and placed her arms on the sides of the chair. She wasn't hungry anymore.. but she didn't feel any motivation to do anything either.

After sitting there in a few minutes of thought, she actually fell asleep, her head tilted slightly to the side. Her dreams were about her past at first.. how happy she had been before she had received a knife in her back by all the lies he had told her. Her dreams then switched to the present though it didn't stay their long. The future horrified her though. The two, Violetta and Brandon had actually started to warm up to each other which then lead to other things.. but in the end he left her, just like everyone she cared about did.

She stirred slightly in her sleep when he placed her on the bed. If she had been awake that would have never happened in a million years, not that she would live that long but still. Violetta sighed softly, still walking through her many dreams even though she would prefer the darkness of none. It was better that way. It took her a while, but eventually she woke up.

She sat up abruptly when she realized she was laying down and looked around, wondering what in the world had happened. She perfectly remembered falling asleep in her chair but apparently someone had moved her. Her eyes feel on Brandon as she looked at him accusingly. Part of her was grateful but the other was angry. Her lips parted as if she was going to ask a question, but what was the point? He wouldn't answer it anyway. Getting up, she walked out and into the bathroom that was attached to her room. Closing the door, she sat down on the edge of the white tub and closed her eyes, frustrated.