Break the Chain

Guillotine

I'm super excited about this chapter!! I really hope you guys enjoy it! This chapter was inspired by the song Guillotine by Jon Bellion, so feel free to listen while you read, look up the lyrics or just listen to it on repeat like I have the last couple of days!! 

I love you guys with all my heart and keep being awesome.
-Dal.
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Flip was lucky and he knew it.

He was lucky the first night he met you, he was lucky when you agreed to give him your number and he was lucky to be lying down next to you now. He was also lucky that you didn't kick him out, considering you had every right to.

You mostly spent your time sleeping, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Flip would chuckle to himself every time you held onto him a little tighter when he shifted around in the bed. It made him happy, knowing that you wanted him with you. That you clung to him for dear life, never wanting him to leave you.

It was also heartbreaking.

You were so desperate for him, scared that you would be left alone again. He imagined you feared waking up in that room again, chained down like some kind of animal. You laid your head across him, listening to the rhythm against his chest. Maybe it was a reminder to you that all of this was real. That you were there with him laying right next to you.

Flip tried his hardest not to think about that, though. He tried to focus on you peacefully sleeping against him, your chest moving up and down with your soft snores. Flip slowly brought his hand over to your head, carefully moving the hair out of your face. Since you were sleeping so much, he took this time to study you.

It brought him happiness that the color was coming back to your face, watching the medication bring life back into you. The dark circles around your eyes were still present, but just enough to look like your normal self again. Your hair was still matted, Flip desperately needing to get you a hairbrush. The thirteen freckles over your face he had memorized, knowing each placement by heart. He knew how your cheeks puffed out just a little when you started snoring.

What scared him the most was when your eyes would move back and forth rapidly as you started to hyperventilate. He found that it would go away after a few seconds, almost like you were calming yourself down.

No matter how many times he watched you go through that, it always made his breath hitch. Were you having a bad dream? Did you always do this in your sleep?

He wished he would have paid attention more before...

You were having another one of those episodes as Flip was pressing the channel buttons on the remote. His hand was resting on your back, feeling the rapid and shallow breaths you were taking. At first, he thought the TV was bothering you, so he decided to mute it. When a few seconds went by and you were still experiencing it, that's when he started to get worried.

"Baby?" Flip whispered, hoping it would knock you back into a peaceful sleep. Almost like a reboot.

It didn't work, seeing that you were furrowing your eyebrows. You were now taking shaky breaths as your bottom lip started to tremble. It looked like you were about to cry.

"Baby?" Flip said a little louder.

Still, your eyes were rapid as soft sobs started leaving your mouth. Flip sat up straighter, breaking the hold you had around him.

"Baby!" He shook you gently by your shoulder, hoping to pull you back towards him. Reminding you that he was here with you. That you didn't have to be scared anymore.

You let out another sob as your eyes fluttered open. You gasped for air as you sat up in the hospital bed, frantically looking around the room.

"Flip?" You whipped your head, looking behind you to meet his eyes.