Winter's Child

Fiona Doyle. 20. You either call me Fiona, or call me nothing at all

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

     As the blonde collapsed into his arms finally, the tears hit Cassidy strong, and he felt his cheeks grow wet and he clung to her. They were holding each other up, both wear and terrified. She’d stopped fighting him, even for a moment, and that was something special. Cass was scared too, scared of losing Fiona to herself or that monster in the other room, the world, anything. “D-don’t be,” He finally breathed out, that strong tone gone and all of that bravery deflated. “I-I-I’m he-here.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Fiona all of a sudden felt heavy, and tired. The girl started to shake, she couldn't stop. Fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, Fiona couldn't handle it. “Cassidy...I-I need to go.” She said pulling from his grip. “I...I need to go.” Fiona kept repeating it over and over as she stood up. Pulling away from him. “I’m sorry..” She cooed. Leaning down to quickly peck his cheek, before moving down the hall. 

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

     Unable to take it anymore, Cassdy’s knees went weak, and he knelt to the ground in front of her. Reaching out. Taking her gently. Pulling her close. It was like he wasn’t even in his body, he was moving without permission, the need for love and affection forcing his arms against his will. “I’ll make him leave,” Cassidy promised, darkly almost. It souned unlike him. There stutter had gone. He’d entered full-force cling mode. “I’ll do anything.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

She wanted to fight it. To fight his touch, fight his hold on her. “N-no..” She squeaked out. Fiona wanted to push him away, but there was something in her that made her stop. Cassidy said he’d make him leave, he would do anything. No one had said that to her before, well they had, but no one had made her actually believe it. Curling up tighter in his hold, the blonde let the tears start to flow. “I....I’m scared Cass...”

[charlottlescarlett-blog]

    “I’ve always wanted a black eye, Fiooona.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Fiona’s patience was wearing thin. “You really want one? God, you’re twisted.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

     Fiona was slipping – both through Cassidy’s fingers, and her own. He stood there, eyes wide and filling with tears, a fist clenched behind his back to regain his own composure. He wanted to reach out again, but held back, biting down hard on his cheek as tears escaped. Weak, I’m so weak… “F-Fiona… don’t pu-ush me out-t… let me help, please. It’s m-me, remem-member? I’m no- not b-bad.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Shaking her head, Fiona just wanted to curl into herself more. “It’s to much....he’s here...he can’t be.” She whined. Fiona’s heart was starting to race, the blonde girl just wanted to disappear. She wanted to leave and never be seen again, but at the same time, she wanted to be held. She wanted to be loved. Fiona wanted Cassidy to love her. But, she was to broken, she was to damaged to be loved. Fiona knew from experience, no one wants damaged goods. 

[charlottlescarlett-blog]

     “Oh, Fioooona,” Scarlett drawled with a slow smile. “You’re like the Ogre.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

“You’re about ten seconds away from that pretty face of yours turning purple.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

     This is where it happened, this is where it always happened. Cassidy felt the sting of less already. He was losing her, losing her, gone. Out of the room, gone. Maybe he should have stayed put, but Cass wasn’t listening to reason. “No, stop, F-Fiona,” He called out, following her and running to catch up, a hand going for her arm again. If he’d been thinking, he’d realize what he was doing – but Cass didn’t think, he couldn’t. He needed people. He needed her, and he was selfish. “L-et me he-help you..you.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

The hand that grabbed at her caused her to let out a short shriek. “No!” She cried pulling away from Cassidy. Rubbing her hand along the top of her arm, Fiona felt her body start to shut down. “I....I d-don’t need help.” Fiona whined, looking from the spot on her arm to the boy in-front of her. Her mind was blurring reality with her waking nightmare. One moment it was Cassidy, the next it was him. Pressing her back int the wall, she shook her head, starting to curl in on herself. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, her voice cracked as she spoke. “I...need help.”

[charlottlescarlett-blog]

     “Annoying? Oh, wow, that one hurt. Alrighty, kitty missy. What’s your real name?”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

“My real name is Fiona. No Fi-fi, not Fia. No, sweet-pea, cupcake, no cute nickname. Fiona.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

     Moving so he was between the two of them, Cassidy looked back from him, to Fiona. No, she was right, he shouldn’t be here, he should be in jail. But what could Cass do about that? Nothing, nothing at all… just keep his girl safe. “If it is, it’s a sick dream,” He mumbled, figuring that man is who had done those terrible things to her. “Come on, please. I’ll carry you?” He pleaded, tugging her arm to the door again. He didn’t want that guy coming closer. He didn’t want to get to angry. He didn’t want anything to hurt Fiona anymore.

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Fiona shook her head slightly, she didn’t want to be carried. She didn’t really want to be touched either. Everything she felt from the night was starting to flood back to her, especially the things from the weeks after. Her skin tingled, it felt like there was something crawling under her skin, and Fiona couldn’t stand it. “I need to go..” She said backing up and pushing her way out of the room. 

[charlottlescarlett-blog]

    “Yes, I think so, cream dream.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

“Do you know how to call anyone by their real name? These nicknames are annoying.” 

[charlottlescarlett-blog]

    “You got it, sunshine,” Scarlett answered with a testing smile, breaking breaking out into a cheery laugh.

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Fiona looked at the girl and rolled her eyes. “Are you always this perky?”

[cillian-doyle]

He moved a bit closer, inspecting her face. Her words seemed genuine. Or at least, he would take them as such. “You should get antiseptic. No clue where those claws have been.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Foina shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll be fine. Ichabod dosen’t really leave the building anymore. So, I’m pretty sure his claws are clean.”`

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

     He nodded, not caring any more about unanswered questions. Taking her hand, he stood up, heading to the other entrance that led outside and away from the room and the man. “I-I’ve got you, okay, don’t worry,” He mumbled as he opened the door, glancing back behind him and making eye contact.

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Fiona looked up at Cassidy, then back over her shoulder. “He shouldn’t be here...he shouldn’t.” She said quickly. Stopping a few feet from the door the blonde had to stop. “Am I awake? T-this is all some sort of fucked up dream right?”

[rose--weaver]

“Sh-, uh, F-Fiona, uhm..”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

“What Rosette?” She questioned wiping a hand across her forehead, causing another red streak to stain her pale skin. 

[charlottlescarlett-blog]

     ”Maybe you should get the little thing de-clawed, princess pea. Save you the… trouble. You wouldn’t want to scar the gorgeous face, pumpkin!”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Fiona looked at the girl, a blank expression across her face before it twisted into a frown. “Don’t...ever..call me pumpkin again.” 

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

     Cassidy was confused — Who was here? But his eyes narrowed as he realized who she must mean. However, there was a chance he wasn’t real. Often his little sister imagined the man she was scared of, but a person entered the room then. “Him, Fiona?” Cass asked quietly, still not entirely sure he was catching on.

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Inching back on the couch, the blonde couldn’t tear her eyes from the large looming figure that entered the room. He looked the same, but somehow he looked different.” Biting on her bottom lip Fiona whimpered slightly. “Cassidy, we need to leave...please..” 

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

    This was it, Cassidy prepped himself silently, trying to speculate what she’d say next. Whatever it was, he just hoped he could help. He just hoped he wouldn’t be told to go away. “Y-you do? What i-is it, Fiona?”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Her hands went to her lap, wringing them slightly as she thought of how best to tell Cassidy all of what happened. Taking in a deep breath she looked over to him, “I..I...” Hands shaking slightly, Fiona opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come out. A figure she caught  out of the corner of her eye stepped into the room. “H-him...” She muttered. “He’s here.” 

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Wake me Up. || Cassona

[cassidy-oneill-blog]

    He nodded, cuddling up close to her when she went into an upright position. It was soothing just to have her that close, encased in his arms — it silenced the worries drumming in his mind. “I’m perfectly fine,” He answered quietly, still smiling as he rested a cheek on her hair. “Just worried for you.”

[fionaxdoyle-blog]

Fiona smiled softly. “You don’t have to be. I-I’m...I will be okay..” She said resting her head on his shoulder. Fiona had to tell him, she needed to tell him. Cassidy was the only person that the girl could trust around here, aside from her brother maybe. “Cass...I have to tell you something..”