One Last Kiss

Just Let Me Take Care Of You!

It's been about a month since Anchor came knocking on my door with two black eyes, a bloody nose, and blue lips.

She's still hurting, and there's nothing I can do. No matter how hard I try.

She's angry, I would be too.

She's sad, she's hurt, and most importantly she's embarrassed.

She's embarrassed that she couldn't get through this on her own and that she had to ask for help from the one person she didn't want to know what was happening to her: me.

She's not the Anchor who punched me in the face when I told her I cheated or the loving girl I asked out sophomore year.

What happened with her dad has changed her and breaking her piece by piece, slowly.

I lay in bed watching her sleep.

Her bruised eyes are getting better, and she doesn't cry as much in her sleep as she did.

During the night i feel something cuddle up right next to me sweating and shaking.

It's Anchor.

I wake up and she's screaming and crying with sweat running through her body.

"Anchor, wake up!" I say while trying to clam her down.

"Anchor!" I say again.

This time she wakes up. She cries.

I hold her tight.

"What can I do? Tell me what I can do to help you get through this because you need to get through this Anchor."

She just cries, "hold me and make the pain stop." She sobs.

She's changed, not in a bad way just in a confusing way.
She's lost and her thoughts are overwhelming her.

"Anchor let's put you in the bathtub okay? You're sweating way to much."

I help her get undressed and placed in the bathtub.

I take her temperature, 103.

"You're burning up babe." I say.

She just sits there and stares at the running water dripping from the bathtub foist.

I rub a warm wash cloth up and down her back trying to make her temperature go down. She sits there and let's tears stream down her face.

"Tell me what I can do Anchor, just let me help you."

"You know what I want you to do Carter? I want you to make it stop and I want you to fix it. Fix my broken family, fix my broken face, my broken heart, my broken thoughts, fix it all and make my life perfect because I don't know how much more of this i can take. I'm in so much pain my eyes hurt my face hurts my whole body just hurts. I want it to stop. Can you make it stop? Because if you can that would help me, but if you can't, I don't think there's anything that you or anyone else on this fucking planet can do to 'help' me."

I pick her up in the tub and hold her as she just sobs and hurts. She's working her self up to where she's making herself sick. She's getting sick because of this.

I took her temperature again, 100.

Thank god.

I breathe in a big gulp of air and hold her tighter.

"Is it down?" She asks.

"Yeah it's 100." I say kissing her on her forehead.

"Okay." She says.

I help her put some sweatpants on along with a t-shirt and than I walk her back to the bed.

"Do you want anything?" I ask.

"No thank you. I just want to sleep."

"Okay." I say walking out of the room.

"Wait. Can you lay with me?" She asks.

"Of course." I say smiling.

I walk back to the bed and lay down, she curls up against my chest. She moans because of her eyes.

10 minutes later she's asleep.

I know she can get though this. She always does.