Awkward Moments (Skylar)

[Skylar Mayson]

SKYLAR...

Skylar showed off a smiley grin toward her pout. He thought it was actually kind of cute. Wiping the grin off his face he was just about to question her about it until she beat him to it. "Is there a reason why you stopped?" At this his lips were parted just a bit, Sky was going to mutter a reply until Kirsten kissed him. At this he forgot about what he was going to ask her. It wasn’t really important to begin with. As she stopped kissing him he listened intentively to the next thing she had to say. "I mean, you wouldn't have come into the shower, just to shower right?" At this, Sky couldn’t help but smile, possibly letting a low chuckle escape his lips. “Right, of course,” He replied, toning his voice down just as quietly as she had. “I wouldn’t have come in here at all just to shower.” Skylar’s brows rose as he was quite amused by all of this, oddly his amused state turned into a hard glare. Something in his head wasn’t going on right, the hand that he still had placed gently on Kirsten’s hip shook violently. Skylar’s skin started to look and feel clammy, but the water sort of hid that. A bunch of thoughts ran through his head. He thought of moving his hands up her body until he reached her neck. Grinding his teeth, he tried to ignore this sudden urge. Why did this have to happen now? Of all nights something like this should occur, it just had to be a time when he was in a shower with an amazing girl.

He would know exactly what to do though. It came naturally when theses urges occurred, and they were just getting worse. First, he’d never let her get away, then he’d kill her. Afterwards, he’d get rid of all evidence, leaving nothing in that room to show that Kirsten or him for that matter had ever been there that night. As for her body and belongings he’d burry them in Michigan Forest. No one would know, and that was the good part about it. ‘No!’ Skylar thought to himself. He had to fight himself off. His hand that had been placed on the wall, he then moved to her shoulder. Skylar looked down at the shower floor as if he was in pain. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself. Who knew? The boy might actually crack. He looked back up at Kirsten and stuttered a bit through grinded teeth. “I…I think I should go.” He didn’t know how she’d react to this. Skylar felt even more pain now; he didn’t want hurt her physically or emotionally. If he stayed the guy would surely, by all means kill her. If he left he wasn’t sure if she’d feel as if she had been used by him. But this was her life on the line; he needed to get away from her.

His hand continued to shake as he moved it slowly up to her ribs, now. He was only getting closer until he’d have a good grip on her, and both hands would be rung around her neck. Skylar wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle, but he’d wait until he heard what she had to say to him.

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[Kirsten Elle Barker]

Kirsten smiled slightly as he responded.

“Right, of course. I wouldn’t have come in here at all just to shower."

She nodded in agreement and was about to kiss him again when his attitude changed out of no where.
"Sky?" she said, confused. What was wrong? Maybe he was having a panic attack? Or a siezure? She couldn't really tell since he had never told her what his reason for being at Michigan State was. She didn't really know a lot about him. She was even more confused and worried when she heard his next words.

“I…I think I should go.”

"Sky?" she looked at him, her eyes wide. "Is there some thing wrong? Do you need a doctor or something?" On of her hands flew to his cheek. She tried to look him in the eye. "Are you in pain?" She noticed his shaky hands a bit.
It seemed like he was battling something. What was he battling? She looked at him straight in the eye, worried. What if he went crazy or something? She would wait until he calmed down of course. He wanted to go back though. That was a bit upsetting. If he wanted she shouldn't hold him back. She just really didn't want him to go though.
"If you need anything, ask me Sky. Don't hold back, ok?"
What if he just didn't want to "shower" with her. Maybe, he was upset that he had agreed to this? It would make a lot of sense. He had already started hating her. Her expression turned sad. If he wanted to leave she should understand. For now, she would wait for his response. She looked at him, a little crestfallen and hoping against hope that her fears were not the reason, no matter how terrible the real reason might be.

[Skylar Mayson]

SKYLAR...

There sure as hell was something wrong. He couldn’t tell her though, he never told anyone. The only people that knew of Skylar’s issue were his sister and father. It had nothing to do with distrust in Kirsten. Skylar could have cared less about anything to do with that. It was more of the fact that if he told her, he’d be afraid that she’d avoid him, or never to be around him again. It might have been a good choice though, since the reason he was here was because he was basically a serial killer. He’d never want to hurt Kirsten in any way. But the longer Skylar stayed something was bound to happen, and if it did the part of him that was corrupt wouldn’t regret doing it. That was the scary part. Skylar shook his head no to each one of her questions, all expect for when she asked him if something was wrong. That had been the only thing he nodded yes too, Sky most likely should have also agreed to the fact if he needed a doctor, but there was really nothing any doctor could do about the condition he was in. Maybe a counselor, but they wouldn’t do much either.

Skylar’s words came out bitter as he replied to what she said about him needing anything from her. “I…don’t….need anything from you. I just...need…to leave.” He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but what could you expect? His teeth were still grinded together, and then it happened all so fast. He lunged for her neck, ignoring her hand on his check. Sky had a good hold on her now, putting as much pressure as he could until he cut off her air. He held her like that for a matter of seconds, then instantly let go. It had been the second time he had really found control of him self since that one night when he attempted murder in his ex’s bedroom. Skylar couldn’t even look at Kirsten now, he ran out of the shower, smacking the curtain out of his way. He quickly through his sweat pants on, not even caring to dry off. Slipping his shoes on with no socks, he picked up his dirty clothes and was just about to leave with no shirt on until he stopped dead and looked back over his shoulder. He felt horrible for leaving her, and he didn’t even give her any of his information. No number, nothing. Oh well, Skylar figured he’d see her around the place. He really didn’t want to stay away from her, but he’d also make sure nothing like this would happen again. At least he would make sure he wasn’t alone with her or something again for this to happen.

[Kirsten Elle Barker]

Kirsten watched him shake his head each time she asked a question except for the first one. Her frown grew even more pronounced. She gazed at him. Whatever his problem was, he obviously wasn't telling her.
She was confused worried, and more than a little hurt. She easily hid her pain, but her worry was harder to mask. It showed plainly on her face as she watched him, wondering what the hell was wrong.
“I…don’t….need anything from you. I just...need…to leave.”
Her expression turned into shock and a little pain leaked through. Had he really changed his mind? Was she really that bad? Her grip became weak and she let her hands drop. A minute ago, everything had seemed so sweet and now it was just... She was about to apologize but she felt something on her throat before she could answer. She looked down and realized that they were Sky's hands. What?
She looked at him, shocked and surprised. There was a wild look in his eyes. What was Sky thinking? She lost air and couldn't breathe. He was trying to kill her? Why was he choking her? What was a few seconds seemed like hours to Kirsten. When he let go she started coughing and taking in big gasps of air. She looked around but Sky had left. She knew he couldn't have done that on purpose. She didn't know him well but she knew that wasn't him.
She walked around the curtain and saw Sky hesitating as he was about to leave.
"Sky! Wait!" she called to him, wanting him to stop. She ran up to him and before he could say anything she grabbed his wrist, pulled him over to her and kissed him.
No, she didn't know Sky. No, she didn't know if he liked her as much as she did him. In fact he probably hated her. But the Sky just then wasn't the real Sky. She was sure about that. She gripped him tightly, to make sure he didn't run away and kissed him longer than the other two times. He wasn't getting away. She needed to know, no matter how horrible. She would still accept him. No matter what,
Her other hand reached around and hugged him tightly, her lips still on his. He looked like he needed a hug.

[Skylar Mayson]

SKYLAR...

As he saw Kirsten running toward him, Skylar looked away from her. He was just about to walk out, until he heard her calling his name and telling him to wait. Skylar couldn’t move once he heard her voice again, he stared out the shower room door. He should have darted at this point, the longer he stayed it’d only be worse. Feeling her grip on him, he went without any struggle. With his free hand that didn’t have all his possessions in it, he gently pushed her away from him. It was a cue for her to stop kissing him. Wriggling his wrist out her hand, he backed up a few feet ignoring her hug. Running his free hand through his now wet mop of hair, that stuck to his face and was still dripping beads of water down his back and stomach. Skylar sighed, looking down absentmindedly at the tile floor. It was so bizarre how this night went from great to instantly horrible. He ran each event through his head, not exactly believing everything that had just happened. Sky most likely would need to sleep on it, wake up tomorrow, and somewhat hope he was dreaming the whole incident.

He still felt like shit that he was just going to bail out on her like this, Kirsten deserved much better. Despite the fact he technically just met her and didn’t know her very well, still. It was the way Skylar was, and always had been. It wasn’t going to change, the way he cared so much about people.

Sky really needed to leave. Now! This time he didn’t bother glancing back at Kirsten, he just got himself the hell out of there. Sprinting down the hall he couldn’t believe he had actually strangled her. Just even the thoughts of wanting to kill her were driving him mad. A part of him was telling himself to go back, but not to be with her and comfort her, but more to have finished the job off. As Sky got further and further away from the shower room, he started to slow down a bit. Heart pounding, he lolled his head back looking up at the ceiling trying to catch his breath.

Coming along the main corridor, Sky snuck back into his cell just as he had when he left. Cell one. As he got in, he threw all of his things down on the floor then belly flopped in his bed. He was still a little wet, considering he didn’t dry off at all when he had gotten out of the shower. Skylar laid there the rest of the night lost in reverie of everything that happened, he wasn’t able to fall asleep for hours, but who would after all the things that happened just during that night.

[Kirsten Elle Barker]

Kirsten was a bit angry that he had gotten out of her clutch but if he didn't want her to touch him, it was understandable. She looked at him for a moment and was about to answer him when he ran. She watched him helplessly. She was confused as to exactly what had happened. She didn't know what was wrong and he didn't seem to want to tell her. She was sad and hurt and upset. She stood there for a moment, dripping wet, and still unable to finish her shower. Why had this happened? She didn't hate Sky as much as he seemed to hate himself. She had caused that. Maybe, he had been so upset that he had agreed to something with such an unloveable girl like herself that he took his anger out on Kirsten? She wouldn't have blamed him for killing her and half wondered if maybe it was better being dead. She wasn't suicidal though. Definitely not suicidal.
She sighed and tiptoed back to the shower and turned off the water. She grabbed her shampoo and soap and put it on the table, then grabbing her towel and drying herself off. Slowly, she put on her clothes. She hadn't really bathed but she couldn't bring herself to finish her shower. So much for being clean. She put on her shoes, grabbed her dirty clothes and her soap, shampoo and washcloth and headed back to cell number 4.
She put her stuff away and sat on the edge of her bed. She thought a little bit and frowned. What a... a... interesting night? It didn't seem like the right word but horrible didn't seem to fit either. Niether did amazing. She lay back and hit her head a little. Ouch. That would leave a bruise. Lightly, she touched her lips with two fingers. Her first kiss had turned into a sweet and sour memory.
Her expression turned firm. She would see Sky again, and she would know the truth about him. He owed her that much and more. She wasn't afraid of him and she was stubborn when it came to something she wanted. Right now, she wanted to know and she would know. He would tell her eventually. She vowed it to herself. Whatever secret he was hiding would soon be revealed.

OOC: SOOO SHORT!!! AAAH!