Abused for Love [completed]

21 - Carre

Ugh! Why did you have to ask that! I was happier without your dumb-butt question about me. Y'all don't care, never have why start now? I think I shriek behind Coyy. He reaches out for my hand. I happily take it, the welcoming heat comfort. I can feel Coyy's whole body tense up with even the slightest mention of me.

I see Jax out of the corner of my eye, smiling. "Well, al' be. Y'all haven't heard. She took a trip down the hospital stairs when she was visiting her old Mum. Of course, people prefer to take the stairs in that huge building. I found her there all bleeding and broken. I praise myself for being awesome and rescuing her. She got some extra care in while she was with her Mum. So sad! Poor Ms Burra made her trip down the stairs to, but much more stairs then old Hottie over there. I have a feeling it's a family treat/gene no one else will have."

I look at Jax laughing a little bit. Coyy rolls his eyes. "Thank you very much, Jax! But I'm sure I could've taken care of my tragic story and didn't need you to do it for me." I say looking at him, "You've may have been once but now you talk with much seriousness, my story was much better." Mrs Colbert thankfully takes over. "Thank you for that lovely story, may I show you out." Mrs Colbert says walking over and opening the door. She smiles as they walk out. She sighs and goes and sits down. I look over at Coyy. "Why so tense?" I ask him looking around. He shrugs, I suppress a yawn. "I'm sleepy," I say, "Can I have a piggy-back ride back to your room? Please" I ask him to make a puppy dog face. He sighs, "Fine." I smile.

When we get there I curl up on his bed in the top right corner by the wall. Coyy covers me up and goes to the bathroom. I face the wall and think back on the past five months. When I first met Coyy, he was so happy, joyful, bubbly it's contagious. I couldn't help but spill. It was hard not to know someone with that much happiness and they've about been through the same crap as you. I was a happy person in an instant. But just as easily it can turn your back on it. I quickly remind myself. I fall asleep. My dream comes to vividly.

I'm in the room I was in last time, I'm handcuffed to the bed, it looks familiar. I quickly looked around, there wasn't anything in the room except the bed. I hear dogs barking. The room looks familiar but I can't place it anywhere. I'm just sitting there on the bed, a blanket pulled up to my neck, it's cold, viciously cold. I look around again. I hear a voice, a man's. I try to pull at the cuffs. They won't budge, I hear his voice again. A tear streams down my cheek. I hear the man's voice again. "Hello precious," he says, the man's voice is Coyy.

I gasp and abruptly sit up. I look around Coyy's beside me. I crawl out of his bed and head to the couch. I look around and see a chair, I smile. I go to the chair instead and curl up, the chair is in a dark corner. I smile happily and try to think back on what my dream meant, what it was anticipating. A tear going down my face remembering the man in my dream