Run To You

Chapter 19

Kirstie has been scarred for life. It's been a month since she was raped, and she's barely even warmed up to me. Yeah, she kisses me and holds me, but it scares her to have, you know. Today, Jeremy goes on trial for breaking-and-entering and rape. I get dressed in a green gingham print button up and khakis. I roll up the sleeves, and wake up Kirstie. She kisses me gently, and rolls out of bed.
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" I take a hold of her hand.
"Yes, Avi. I'm a big girl," she giggles and kisses my cheek.
I wait for Kirstie to come out. She doesn't have too much makeup, and she's wearing a loose skirt with a blouse. I take her hand, and we go to the courthouse. We're ushered into his room, and Kirstie tenses at the sight of him. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and she leans into me. We take our seats. Kirstie is invited to testify.
"Well, Avi Kaplan, my current boyfriend and roommate, had gone out for a drive. I was watching TV when Jeremy Lewis entered and took me to his apartment," tears well in her eyes. "He first tied me to a chair and verbally abused me. He was intoxicated. He then beat me, and I had several bruises. He then stripped me of my clothes and raped me."
"Mr. Lewis, is this true?"
"Well," Jeremy says, drunk. "If I were to say that that is false, I would be lying."
We were told to leave, and we happily did. Kirstie sobbed into my chest. I held her close. We drove home in silence.
"Are you angry that I didn't tell you?" she looked at me with teary eyes.
"No, I'm mad he did that to you," I pulled her in for a hug. "I understand it's hard to talk about."
"I think," she rested her chin on my chest to look at me, "that now that I've gotten it off my chest, I can begin to move forward."
"Really?" I smiled.
"Yeah. I want to do something crazy tonight."
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to sleep without a bra!" As trivial as it might seem, Kirstie had been guarded. She slept in head-to-toe clothes, and she was always on high alert. Seeing her relaxed, and ready for steps forward, is an accomplishment.
We get home, and I change into sweatpants. Seeing as it is only 2 in the afternoon, Kirstie changes into sweatpants and a t shirt. She leaves her bra on: she won't take that off till later. I sigh, and snuggle her into my chest. I'm taken aback when she kisses my jawline. I draw circles on her back gently. Kirstie scoots up, and kisses my neck. I sigh through my nose, and she kisses behind my ear. She sucks and nips behind my ear. She pulls away meekly, and winces.
"I'm sorry," she buries her face in my chest.
"For what?"
"For giving you a hickey."
"I should be thanking you for that hickey. Babe, I like it when you show affection and kiss me," I whisper in her ear. She shivers.
"I like it too," she says shyly.
"Would you like it if I," I attach my lips to her neck and suck down hard. She gasps, and twists the fabric of my t shirt in her fists. I see a large, violet bruise spread across her neck. I nibble her ear, and after struggling a little, she pulls her bra out of the bottom of her shirt. I pick her up bridal style and carry her into our bedroom to go to bed. Kirstie falls asleep instantly, but I'm wide awake. I can't help but worry that something is going to happen again, and the hope for one peaceful week is diminished. I hope that it will be easy, but with what had recently happened, it's hard to believe so. After wearing myself out from the deep thinking, I fall asleep.

A/N
New one shot book. You can click my profile to see the one shot book. You can PM me, comment here or on that book for ideas. Any ship teams. No imagines, though. Sorry.
~Rachel🍓