My Little Dove

Chapter 10

!Mentions of abuse and a panic attack!

Dove's POV:

His arm rested around me as we walked. He was talking about his match tomorrow. Everything he was saying went into one ear and out the other. My mind was on Emmanuel. He could be anywhere and I was scared.

"Angel, are you hearing me?"

"Huh?"

He laughs and shakes his hand. "I said that I was hungry and asked what you wanted to eat"

"Oh, I don't care"

"Fuck, it's paparazzi"

I was about to turn my head to look, but Bucky grabs my jaw and smashes his lips to mine. He inhaled deeply as his tongue met mine. They wrestled together, fighting for dominance. He happily gave in. I pull away, staring at him wide-eyed.

He lets out a breath from his nose. Like a laugh without the expression.

"Let's go eat"

~

We decided on a spicy chicken place. I bite into my sandwich. Bucky licked the sauce from his finger.

"Angel-face? Would you say you have an appetite?"

I look up at him, fixing my posture as his was perfect. "I would say so"

"Good, I love when I can with my partner. I like to eat"

I smile, my cheeks full of food. My eyes wander to the TV. There it was again. Emmanuel. This time, they put a picture. I hadn't seen his face since I left. His face. The face I stared at as he beat the shit out of me and laughed. The face that told me he would kill me every day.

I swallow the spit stuck in my throat. "Dove?"

I look at him. I couldn't see Bucky. The man that had been nothing but kind to me. I saw him. He haunted me, my dreams, and my life.

"No" I whispered

I stand up and run to the single-person bathroom. I can't breathe. I can't see. I only see his face. My appetite was gone. I was vomiting. I was shaking. Shaking so bad it felt like the earth under me was moving as well.

The door opened. A man I couldn't seem to recognize sits on the floor with me. He grabs my face and says something. I can't hear.

"Don't touch me" I mumble. He doesn't let go. "Don't fucking touch me" I scream, frantically hitting him. I hear him yelling. Pleading?

He backs away, pushing his hair from his eyes. His eyes. Those eyes. Bucky's eyes.

I cant hear him. Why not?

He says something. I can't hear him. I want to go home.

"I want to leave. I want to go home"

He nods his head. He hesitates to stand up. I'm sitting on the bathroom floor with puke on my dress.

He hands me his jacket. I don't take it. Who is this?

I can't recognize him anymore. Tears stream down my cheeks. Let me go home.

I can't breathe. He leaves the bathroom.

He has a cup. What if it's drugged? He always had it drugged. He takes a sip and offers it back. How did he know I was thinking that? I take a sip.

"Better?"

I can hear him.

I nod and he does too. "Can you take me home? I want to go home"