The Storm (2)

Chapter twenty five

 Melina's pov-

 When we finally got back to the house I took River upstairs and told him to take a shower. I really hated the sight of him covered in blood, he's too young for this shit. I should probably shower too, I don't think there's a single part of me that isn't covered in blood.

 I walked into Max's bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my monstrous reflection. Christ, I look like something out of a horror movie. I'm covered from head to toe in blood and I have deep, dark, black veins all over my body. Why weren't they fading? They usually start fading after an hour or so after an episode, but it's been more than an hour. I pray that this isn't permanent. 

 My eyes were black and there was a dried black liquid that looked like it had dripped out of my eyes, it was also under my nose. I look like the people I was forced to kill, I look like someone who's lost control. I look like a monster.

 " Hey," Silas's gentle voice made me jump. I had been so caught up in my own reflection I hadn't noticed him come in. He rested his hand on my shoulder and I leaned into his touch. I let my body rest against his and he gently wrapped his arms around me. 

 " We should probably get you stitched up, love." he said, rubbing his hands up and down on my arms, leaving warm and comforting feelings in their trail.

 I nodded against his chest and he gripped my hips and set me on the counter.

 " Can I?" he asked bringing his hand up to the button on my black dress shirt. I nodded and he started unbuttoning my shirt. He peeled off the blood soaked shirt and cringed at the sight of my body. My body was a canvas of the wrongdoings of others. I had bruises and gunshot wounds, there was also red blood from others and dark black liquid from me.

 " I've never seen your blood like this." he stated, " Has this ever happened before?" he asked, taking a warm washcloth and ever so gently wiping the gooey liquids off of me.

 " No." I replied meekly, truthfully I have no idea about what's happening to me. She injected me with Losoro, I shouldn't even be alive right now. Losoro weakens us, it blocks our abilities. I was shot fuck knows how many times and some how I was still able to fight back. 

 I don't know how this was possible, it shouldn't be possible, I should be dead. 

 " I think it'd be easier if you shower first." he huffed out, setting down what used to be a white wash cloth but was now black.

 I nodded and jumped off the counter, wincing slightly as I felt pain radiate through my body. I was a little wobbly but Silas was quick to stabilize me. He turned on the shower before turning to leave, " Stay." I blurted out.

 He turned around, " You sure? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable after everything that's happened." he seemed to be nervous.

 " I'm sure, I don't want to be alone." I confided, I usually crave being alone after things like this happen but all I want right now is to be held. I want to feel safe and loved and I want to be wrapped up in Maddox and Silas's arms. 

 He nodded and was about to say something but was cut off when the door swung open, " Baby." Maddox breathed out, rushing towards me. He put his hands on my face and started looking over my body.

 " Jesus," he breathed out, visibly disturbed at what he was seeing.

 " Can I?" he asked, his eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips. I smiled at the fact that he asked for permission. I wouldn't have been mad if he hadn't have asked for permission but I appreciate the thought. I think me snapping at them was kind of a wake up call for them.