The Playboy's Marriage

Chapter Twenty One

~And if I don't find you in this lifetime, I'll wait for you until the next~

Lopéz

I drove home and walked her in,a part of her forehead was bleeding and I helped her bandaged it up. Her eyes were red from crying all the way home and it tore me up inside. All I badly want to do is wipe her tears and told her she's not to be blamed for it all. It's my fucking fault! If only I was faster,he never would've gotten a chance to touch her. I failed her.

She looked so exhausted. Why isn't she saying anything?I want her to yell at me,hit me and told me how much I failed her as an husband!

"Do you need anything?water?are you hungry?". I ask her,I just want her to spill something out.

"You can't cook",she whispers.

"I can try,I really can".

She smiled."You don't have to,I don't have an appetite".

"Well then,you wanna get into the shower?".

She nodded but didn't leave the couch. "If you're scared-",

"I'm not",she quickly cut in.

"It's okay to be scared Isabel,If you are..... you're welcome to sleep in my room tonight".

She looked up at me, surprise was written all over her cobalt eyes. "I-In your room?".

I sigh."I know you don't trust me either but-",

"You strangled me this morning, I've every right not to trust you".She stated.

She does....

Guilt washed over me instantly. What I did to her this morning came back and I hated myself for it. "I'm sorry".

She slowly stood up and walked to my room. I poured a glass of water for her and followed,

"Here's water for you",I dropped it near the small table around my bed.

She packed her hair and headed straight to the shower,she must think I failed her too. I'm so fucking useless.

Useless as a person. Useless as a husband.

I arranged the bed properly for her to sleep in while I placed my pillow and bedsheet on my chair to sleep in. She definitely will feel uncomfortable with me next to her so this is just to make her feel comfortable in any way I can.

I stood outside of my bathroom waiting for her to be done,I heard sounds but not of the shower but her own whimpering sound. She's crying again......oh God I can't fuckin take this..

I heard her voice breaking down,what that motherfucking son of a bitch did broke her completely. How exactly can I do to relieve her pain?what must I do to stop her from breaking down like this?

She cried for so long before she turned on the shower,when she came out her eyes was more red but she was looking at least clean and showered.

"Thanks for letting me use your shower,it was nice",she gave out a tired small smile.

I smiled back and passed her a white shirt of mine,"Wear this".

"It's not necessary".

"You're not gonna sleep with a towel on so just wear my shirt okay?".

She smiled again."Thanks".

I folded my arms and watched her,she was nervous.....I could watch her all night to be honest, why's she so nervous?

"Lopéz Can you um.....",

"Yes I can".I turned and gave her space to change.

When she was done,she laid on my bed and gaze at the ceiling.I sat beside her,"Are you okay?".