Falling onto you

Entry #16

Summers POV -

The next morning I realize I had fallen asleep cuddled next to Oliver.

I smile at everything I remember feeling butterflies in my stomach and peace in my heart knowing I'm happy where I am.

"good morning baby", oliver's groggy yet rasipy voice gets out.

"good morning", I giggle as he kisses down my neck and down to my breath cupping them and squeezing them making me moan.

he pulls away laughing as I stare into his eyes, "you just think your so funny", I accused.

"yes, yes I do!", he emphasize.

I push him away playfully, "shit-head", I laugh.

"how rude! I even let you spend the night to be repaid with such mockary", he teases moving the hair behind my face rubbing my scar.

I smile at him, surprisingly he is the only man to touch my scar without me wincing or moving away quickly and then I blurt out the words I didn't know I was ready to say, "my mother gave me that when I was really young. she got mad and took a knife to my face and cut away and then my father stuck his hand into it afterwards pulling it open. sometimes she likes to open it in the heat of the moment and help me relive is as she says. but I still love her somehow"

my eyes go wide when I say them as I feel scared he wont love me anymore knowing how broken I truly am.

"and when I wasn't younger I heard the quote, 'You cut me like a dagger at my worst I put the broken pieces back together only for you to come back to destroy me like a bomb', and I didn't know what they meant until know that it relates to mine and hers relationship.",I continued opening up about everything to him.

he looks at me before pulling me in and kissing my forehead and staying there, "you are strong and a beautiful woman with a tragic past, but you lived through it and found a way to love and forgive her even when she hurts you and thats truly the strongest thing anyone could ever do", he tells me kissing me deeply again.

he words give me comfort knowing I don't need to hide myself from this false thinking I had bottled up.

"thank you for telling me your story", he adds kindly.

"there's another one I want to tell you while I am at it", I blurt out searching his eyes trying to make sure the tears don't flow from my own.

sucking in and breath and biting my lip I began, "the scars on my back I know your curious about them too. you may not talk about them because they are a sensitive topic but I felt you pause yesterday seeing them. my father gave them to me, he dragged me out into the field one day and chained me to a log and took a whip to my back and struck me 17 times while I bleed out, I thought I would die that day but I didn't... and know I know why"

I feel relived that I told him my worst and most pained stories I've never told anyone before but him, he brings me peace and joy and I want to tell him everything and anything, even when he's hurting I think it gives him a different mind during this time.

"summer... none of what you have told me make me see you any differently, if for one I feel more bound to protect you know. you are so beautiful and have no idea how much I truly care for you", he boomed making me grin happily while I look at his dimple filled smile back at me.

god this man is truly everything perfect and more, I think I've fallen even harder again if thats even possible.

"Wicked things aren't always what they present themselves as, they are just broken things hoping to be put back together. I believe my parents are two broken souls who found each-other and in their own way they were just trying to live in this world the way their parents taught them and unfortunately they weren't so kind to them either.", I respond to his statement.

I release myself from his grip only to feel him pull me right back to him, he knows I need his touch more than anything even when I don't tell him I do.

in this moment I think it is where I feel most loved, its weird because I've never felt this way before and couldn't pin point it to save my life before and now... now I can tell you he is the reason my lungs fill with air, why my heart still beats, why I will never stop fighting for anything my whole life.

all because Oliver Novak, my Oliver. And to think, it all started in a class as partners then to a car breaking down one day.

We were each others drug, I hadn't realized till now how addicted I've become until I this very moment.

how have I gone my whole life miserable and alone to be brought so much comfort in so little time by one person woven so perfectly to fit me better than any other.

he is my better half, he is my life now, we may be young and crazy but I have found so much from him I don't mind what others could think.