Husband Beater

Chapter Five

Hey, readers. I'm not romanticizing a abusive relationship. I'm trying to write on how they got out of it, but I can see confusion. Please let me know if I am so we can chat about it. Thank you.

When we awoke to another day, Jack was on his stomach an I was laying on his back. My arms were locked around him and my face in his neck.

The only sounds were Jack's soft breathing and the rain on the roof. The occasional rumble of thunder shook the windows, and wind whipped the longest branches of the trees into the house.

I got off Jack and rubbed my eyes. He rolled over and continued his deep sleep. His eyelids were flickering, so he had to be dreaming about something. It was good, I assumed, because he would give a small grin, and wasn't making any facial expressions of a bad dream.

Leaving Jack, I went to the bedroom and got under the blankets. I knew sleep wouldn't come to me, but it was just nice to lay and relax and think.

Today was going to be a better day; the second day is always better than the first. I would talk to Jack, and try to understand.

I don't know how long I was laying in bed, just thinking, when Jack walked in and laid next to me. He didn't get too close, due to obvious reasons, but close enough so he could rub my back and stroke my hair.

Eventually, I rolled over and faced him. His eyes were bloodshot red from crying and wiping his eyes so much. When he gave me a small smile, I couldn't help myself and I smiled back. Jack rested a hand on my face and gently ran his thumb over a bruise.

I scooted closer, suddenly craving his attention and touch, to let him know it was okay to hold me again.

Jack trailed his fingers down my face, to my neck, down my arm and onto my hip. I put my face in his chest and rested my hands on his shoulders.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" Jack said.

"Good." I smiled into his chest.

We sat there for a while, just holding each other and chatting about the most random things.

The universe was brought up, like planets and stars, and then books were brought up. We talked about our favourite authors and genre to read.

"Alex,"

"Hmm?"

"I-"

"Stop apologizing, Jack." I chuckled. "I'm going to forgive you. I need you."

Jack smiled softly and kissed my head. I tilted my head up and brought my lips to his. He kissed me softly and pulled back before I could let him slip his tongue into mine.

"I don't want to take it too far." Jack chuckled as he rubbed his thumb over my hip.

"I love you, Jack."

"I love you too, Alex. Come on, let me make you breakfast."

We both got out of bed, but before we went into the kitchen Jack pulled me into the bathroom.

"These look bad," Jack started as his fingers traced over the cuts. "Let me put some Neosporin on them."

Jack began to fix me up a little bit, with the Neosporin and band-aids, before kissing all of my cuts and bruises; even the small ones.

His lips felt like little butterflies crawling on my bruises and cuts. It was a sweet gesture, and it felt nice to get a little pampered and loved after all of the bullshit I went through.

When I dropped the Neosporin, I flinched and jumped away in habit of thinking Jack would hit me.

Instead, he laughed and rolled his eyes.