Cheyenne

After the awful noise began to come from the piano, I pulled my fingers away and slid off the piano bench. I quickly turned around to where I heard the door slam and there was Markus, just standing there looking at me. I backed up from the piano and front of the stage a few steps, creating distance between me and any other objects in front of me, including Markus.

His eyes met mine and I quickly looked away, afraid of what he was going to do. He could be mad for multiple different reasons, me leaving the hospital, running away from him, hiding, playing a piano that didn't belong to me. But then again that noise I just made it play, I should be put in jail for that.

I heard him walk up the stairs, coming onto the stage. It wasn't a walk, but it wasn't a run, more of a middle speed. That didn't make me any less scared though. I kept my eyes on the legs of the piano to my left, not knowing where to look.

The footsteps stopped directly in front of me and I felt a hand touch my upper right arm. I flinched away from the contact, remembering the pain of being cut, and wrapped my hand around where the cut was.

"Cheyenne, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Markus asked me.

I got angry. He thinks that I would be okay after being kidnapped three times, tortured and then being in a coma? He decides to ask now if I'm okay?

I turned my head and matched his gaze, and my hands started moving so fast even if he knew sign language he would have a hard time understanding what I said.

Why do you care now? You didn't stop to ask if I was okay with you taking me out of my life, away from my job and boyfriend and friends! You didn't stop to question if I was okay with being told to do things without an explanation! You didn't even-

He caught my wrists with his hands.

I hadn't noticed before but my entire body was shaking and I had tears streaming down my face. My emotions were going everywhere, I was mad at him, frustrated that he couldn't understand me, surprised at how his hands spread warmth and a kind of calming over my body. Once I realized this though, it instantly went away, being replaced by more emotions.

I tried pulling my arms away but he just tightened his grip and pulled me to him, carefully hugging my trembling form.

I didn't care enough to pull away, so I just pressed my face again his hoodie, I gripped his sleeves with my hands, trying to get my body to stop shaking.

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Markus

Cheyenne surprised me when she didn't fight again the hug I pulled her into. She looked so broken, I couldn't help it. I finally saw what she was hiding underneath the calm expression she had had since she first woke up at the pack house.

Sure, she had gotten mad and scared a few different times but she had never fully shown me what she was feeling.

I wish I hadn't ever caused her pain. It was my fault, but she would've been taken by the rogues eventually anyway. I just wouldn't have been there to get her away from them, but she didn't know that.

Cheyenne slowly stopped shaking, but her breathing was still uneven, giving away that she was still trying to control her crying. I didn't blame her, it makes sense that she would have a lot of pent up emotions given what she has been through.

Her heart rate and breathing slowly evened out, and became steady once again. She relaxed in my arms and I helped keep a sleeping Cheyenne up right.

She had just woken up the day before and she had already been through a very eventful day. I had to get her back to her room, and not the one in the hospital.

I quickly picked her up bridal style, surprised she didn't wake up at the movement, and carried her to the pack house.

Usually people were in their rooms or out training when we were expecting a rogue attack so we quickly went up the stairs to the fourth floor without being stopped.

I set her down on her bed as smoothly as possible and looked at her face. Around her eyes was slightly red and she had tear trails staining her cheeks. I took the sleeves of my hoodie and lightly wiped them away.

I got to thinking about what happened today, I had found her in the music building because she left a trail of no scents where she went.

How did she do that?