Crazy

I couldn’t help but let those words slip from my mouth. She looked at me with a scared/hurt expression on her face. I had pressed pause on the movie when I spotted what I did, a big bruise on her side along with smaller ones that looked like they wouldn’t be going away any time soon. I try to keep my gaze off of it but I couldn’t look away.

“I’m…I’m sorry for asking, really,” I tell her, an apologetic smile on my face. She doesn’t move or reply. A few minutes go by until she opens her mouth.

“Its fine, I mean, I really need someone to talk to about it but I don’t know who. I-I…I don’t know w-what to do,” she mutters lowering her face to rest on top of her knees that she pulled up to her chest. I give her a slow nod and shift my eyes to the floor away from hers. Little does she know; I know what she’s going through, because this has happened to me before.

“To answer your question, yes, they are from him, all of them are,” she mumbles looking up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were watery and she looked like she was about to cry.

“Stupid prick,” I mumbled under my breath rolling my eyes at the thought of him. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how and why someone like him would want to hurt someone as gorgeous as she is. He’s a real dick and I didn’t like him at all.

I have no respect whatsoever for any guy who treats any lass like they are shit on the ground. It isn’t right; they shouldn’t be treating any woman like that. At all. Just the thought of it made me want to puke. If and when I see that asshole again, I was going to beat his skull into the ground and kill him. He’s a dead man, like I said before. I’ll even dig his grave and bury him deep in it if I have to.

“You got that right,” Sidney mumbles with a slight laugh. I smile a bit happy at the fact I made her the least bit happy.

“I’ll…um…d-do you want to see them?” she asks softly looking at me with her blue eyes.

“Um…s-sure,” I trail off.

My eyes go wide in shock as she lifts her shirt and I see more even darker bruises all over her tan sun kissed skin. I could even spot out a few burn marks, too. A few of the bruises looked fresh like they haven’t been there very long.

“How long has he been doing this? Out of curiosity,” I ask her taking in a slow breath.

She slowly breathes out before looking at me, running her finger over the same bruise on her jaw I noticed when I first met her. It looked darker like he had just hit her there recently. “’Bout four or five months now I think,” she replies.

“You sound like a therapist by how you keep asking me these questions,” she tells me with a chuckle as she pulls her shirt back down. I can’t help but smirk and chuckle at her words.

“If you need someone to talk to about this, I’m here, babe, I know what you’re going through, really, I do,” I tell her and feel a shiver go down my spine as I think about my dad hurting me when I was younger.

“Y-you went through this? I’m so sorry,” she explains with a slight frown on her face.

“I did, and it really sucks,” I reply and scoot a bit closer to her. “M-my dad,” I mutter softly.

She doesn’t move or speak; her eyes slowly shift up to meet mine, her eyes watery with tears brimming in her eyes. Hurt and confusion were written all over her face. It was obvious in her blue eyes that were shimmering from tears that were about to fall.

I begin to pull off my shirt to show her mine, all the dark bruises and scars that are now a part of me etched into my skin forever. I turn around and even show her the long one across my shoulder blades. There was one on my left bicep that was a sickly purple color. It didn’t even compare to the one on my side that still looked as bad as when I got it.

“Oh my god, I…I’m sorry he did that to you,” she replies in a soft tone.

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to them,” I tell her and shrug my shoulders. I was used to them and they didn’t hurt at all aside from when I first got them.

“I don’t mean to pry but how…how old were you when he did that to you?” she asked sitting up and looking at me.

“Fourteen, which was right after…” I trail off so I could take a slow breath in before I continue. “Right after my mum died,” I finish, my eyes tearing up a bit at the thought of her. I wished she didn’t have to die, I wish she was still here but she wasn’t.

“I’m so sor-”

“Don’t be, I get that a lot, I really do. They still haven’t found the guy who killed her and it’s been like six years, I think, but I’ve lost count,” I tell her and shrug my shoulders. “I’m glad I don’t have to deal with him and his shit anymore, I really am, he’s a bastard,”

“Wow, I can’t even imagine how hard it’s been for you, well I can in a way obviously,” she motions to the bruises before looking back up at me to continue, “but I didn’t lose a parent like that, they’re still back home in London,” she tells me and sniffles a bit. I notice a few tears slip down her cheeks.

“Shhh, don’t cry, love,” I whisper softly loud enough for her to hear me.

She flinches and slowly begins to scoot away scared I might do something. I pressed my rough calloused right hand against her smooth cheek and slowly run my thumb across her soft skin in trying to calm her down. Sidney wasn’t even my bird but I wanted to protect her at all costs.

“You’re beautiful, you know that,” I whisper as I lean in closer and press a kiss to her forehead.

As I pull away, I stare into her shimmering blue eyes that were boring into my green-blue ones. I could see lust in her eyes as she looked me in the eyes and trailed her eyes slowly to my lips. Biting my lip, I tried to keep myself from leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers. I’ve wanted to do that ever since I met her but I refrained. I didn’t have a clue of how much longer I could take of wanting this, kissing her.

I wanted nothing more than to feel her lips move against my own. I wanted her as my own, to call her all mine and only mine. Besides wanting her as my own, I wanted her away from Mour-ies for good. As bad as it sounded, she seemed better suited for me than him, she really did. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt just doing it once, would it? I mean as far as I’m concerned, I have her alone at my place now and nobody had control over me.

Ever since I left for University, I’ve been on my own. I’m free to make my own decisions. Nobody can tell me what I can and cannot do anymore. I mean, it doesn’t hurt to break the rules every now and then. Next thing I know, I am grabbing her by the waist and moving her so she was sitting on my lap. I lean forward and press my lips to hers in a soft kiss.

As soon as our lips touched, my phone began to go off. Fuck, really? I think to myself as we part from the kiss. I scramble around a bit to grab my phone.

After a minute or so, I find my phone on the coffee table and grab it, putting it up to my ear without checking the caller ID.

“Yeah?” I mutter into the speaker.

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