Us.

Bambi POV.
I moved from the crying mess that I was, to a caffeinated depressed ball, but what to do now, should I leave? I’m starving, maybe I should just go and eat, food sounds good right now, I didn’t have any real food since I came in here and I doubt I could last for longer, I better just go and get myself some food, I got the money.
I know I got money, but I should be careful not to spend it all at once, I’m not sure when the next term is, would Christopher be there for the next term? Would he want me again or does he take a new little every time, I wasn’t sure, and I don’t want to imagine him having a new little every time, it’ll break my heart, I can’t see him with someone else, but I’ll also be able to see Hazel and Pauly again, Katie and DJ, and the rest of the trainers, we were all on friendly basics, and I get to run away and see my friend every time I wanted to.
I left the house and walked down the sad human district, no supernatural knows or saw how sad these streets are, no one is happy around here. Sometimes I like to imagine the world back before the supernatural took over, before the humans destroyed the earth, back when we were in our prime, did we have cars as well, was the shipped-off paint real full one? When did the bullet holes in the walls come, were they always there? Or was it an artistic choice to add them on?
As I kept walking my imagination was still working full force, where the people inside those homes happy? Were the families made out of a mommy and daddy and a little girl, did the little girl have to sell her body for money? Or was it just me?
I finally made it to the supermarket, or maybe I should call it a corner shop, it’s right up on the corner, once upon a day it was a big shop, I can’t tell the name of it anymore, nor the colour of the shop, maybe red or blue, or maybe a very faded purple, half of the shop is broken down, the shelves we use are what’s left, most of them broken, or the owner did a DIY job fixing them.
I walked in the shop, in the movies, you’d see the grocery shop filled with food and colours, you’d find anything you could imagine and even more, but in these shops around here, you could only find the basics, and if it’s discounted then it’s even better.
I know the supernatural got real shops, but humans can’t afford to shop there, instead, we had to stick to our own sad shops, I looked around, at all the canned food, that brought so many memories of my mom, before she died, tears started to fall down my face, but I was quick to wipe my tears. I got the things I needed, bread, peanut butter and jam, coffee, some cans, what else would I eat? And finally, pasta, no sauce, but I did splurge and got cheese to go with my pasta, there was no fresh produce, if I lived here full time with my daddy, we won’t be fighting over me not eating the veggies, there are no veggies around here, so nothing to fight over.
I finished the shopping and walked back to my home, I should’ve got a blanket with me, it’s not weird for people to walk around holding blankets, especially when it’s extremely cold, but I didn’t and that’s fine, I’ll have to live with my decisions.
Once I made it to my home, I saw a black car waiting for me, was it Colin? He came back, I walked toward the door expecting my friend, who else would come and check on me, just him and me in the big cold world.
“Little deer,” the voice says behind me, a dominant voice filled with pain? No, I’m just projecting my emotions over to him, but why is he here?
“Hey,” I say swallowing the lump in my throat, the whole world was stuck there.
“Hey, can we talk?” he says, I looked at his face now, it was unreadable.
“Sure,” I say, maybe it’s just a talk about work.
“We can go on a drive, or I can go inside your choice,” he says, I thought about going in the car with him, but people would start talking about me again, calling me a bitch all over again, but I wanted to skip that, I had to be careful now that I was living alone.
“You can come in,” I say, if anyone sees the car, I can tell them it’s Colin visiting me, true he rarely visit his mother, but anyone who met her knows why.
“Want coffee?” I say, I can give him my only mug, and I got new fresh coffee, it still tastes burned, but not stale at least, or I hope so.
“No thank you, Bambi,” he says looking around for a place to sit, I wasn’t going to invite him into my bedroom, instead he had to sit on the only chair we had in the kitchen while I sat on the countertop.
“What do you need to talk about?” I ask him, my curiosity was having the best of me, work I guess.
“I need to talk about us Bambi,” he says the word us with such confidence, but there was no us.
“There is no us,” I say ignoring all the pain I’m feeling right now, it’s better to be hurt now than to be broken later.
“Yes, there’s us Bambi, and we need to talk about it,” he says with more confidence, but he can’t scare me into being with him, that won’t work.
“Talk about what?” I say, the tears threatening to fall, but I had to say them, “I don’t know what you heard about me, but I left my old job, I’m not a sugar baby anymore,” I say not shy of my past.
“You know I’ve been watching you for two years, you know I know a lot about you, and your old job, and that’s not what I meant,” he says, right, he’s been watching me.
“Then what do you mean?” I ask him. He got out of his chair and walked toward me, he was towering over me, but then he went down on his knee, holding my hand kissing it, and now looking at me from down.
“I want us, Bambi, I think I love you, and I want to keep doing what we were doing in the company. But I want that forever, I want to get to know you, the real you, I want you to fall for me just as much as I have fallen for you. Never be afraid of showing me your real self, and I promise on my honour, that I would never hurt you, never touch you in any way you don’t consent to, I want you Bambi, the real you, I want us, would you have me?” he asks me making me freeze in place.