Rio had been in a deep sleep, but when she heard the downstairs door close silently – they flew open. It wasn’t the door that woke her up, however, it was just her. She had been tossing and turning ever since it got dark out. She had been planning her leave for a few weeks now – and as the date seemingly got closer and closer, she became more restless. She laid there with her eyes fixed on the dark ceiling, listening to someone walk on the creaking floor downstairs. Their footsteps sounded shuffled and tired.
She sat up, figuring that she wasn’t going to go back to sleep anyway, and threw the comforter off of her. She stood up across from her mirrored closet door and looked at herself in it. She had a lengthy body, no muscles, and a pretty face. No major scars seemed to litter her body, and that was most likely because she wasn’t a fighter. She stayed away from that type of thing at all costs. She was one who needed to be protected, not capable of protecting herself. She needed a man to do that for her – and at the moment, she didn’t have one.
Hearing whoever was lurking outside coming up the stairs, Rio moved toward the door. She unlocked the locks she had, and opened it in time to see a bloodstained Harvey. She gasped, flung her door open and rushed to his aid. ”What happened to you?!” She rushed over to help him up the few stairs that were left to climb and led him over to the small couch next to her door. She sat down, leading him to do so too. ”Are you alright?” Her eyes scanned him, worriedly. She forgot about all her troubles and focused all of her attention on helping him.