Infinitely Yours

Chapter Seven

A/N:

My poor baby. 😖😭🥺

Enjoy!

-B.🥺😖

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(Asa's POV)

I noticed that the party that was going on had gotten quiet, so I stepped towards her to look outside. Everyone was silently staring at us. I grabbed her arm and tugged her inside before shutting and locking the door.

Neither of us said a thing, but she continued to cry. I quickly stepped into my bathroom to grab a towel. Once I had it, I carefully started drying her hair. It may be hot as f*ck during the day, but once the sun goes down it gets cold. I didn't want her to get sick.

I was almost done when she suddenly gripped the bottom of my shirt and started pulling it up. I knew why. It's the same reason she cried.

Blood had seeped through the bandage and stained my t-shirt. She kept pulling it up until she saw the bandage.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"Long story."

"Why is it still bleeding?"

"Tore a stitch earlier."

She made me sit down on my couch while she got the first-aid kit. She sat it on the coffee table and opened it only to shake her head.

"You did it yourself."

"Possibly."

I tried my best to keep my shirt on, but she made me take it off so it wouldn't be in the way. That caused her to start tearing up again. She saw the scar.

"Asa...." she whined.

"I'm okay."

"Who did this to you?"

"Change the bandage and then I'll tell you." I sighed.

She peeled off the bandage and grimaced. "It needs to be restitched."

"So do it." I said, pointing at the kit.

"What? No."

"Then I'll do it. I did it the first time."

"I'll do it." She said smacking my hands away. "You made it crooked the first time which is probably why it tore."

She removed the stitches before she started. She apologized the entire time, but it didn't bother me. I was born with a fairly good pain tolerance.

She finished and instantly gave me a look.

I pulled my shirt back on and patted the seat beside me. She got off the floor and sat beside me.

"My.....mom did this to me. Both times."

"What?" She murmured.

"A few months after you moved, she was....diagnosed with early Alzheimer's."

Tears started rolling down her face and she quickly wiped them away.

"She kept forgetting things a person shouldn't forget. She kept saying that things happened when they never did. She would get angry out of the blue. She wandered off a few times and dad had to track her down. Then......she forgot me."

She reached over and grabbed my hand.

"A few years ago, I walked into the kitchen where she was cooking dinner and she flipped out. She started yelling and throwing things. She called the cops, but only after she came at me with a knife. She thought I was an intruder."