Lucian for life

Chapter 8

Ian's pov

What Lucy just told me made me sad and angry.

How could someone do this to my precious little Luce?

She is so small and looked so powerless.

It made me sad that she had to go through all of this alone without any help and that she is still afraid to talk about it.

"Ian, please say something. Even if it's just that you are disgusted and never wanna see me again." Lucy begged with tears streaming down her face.

I looked into her beautiful hazel eyes and wiped her tears away.

"I love you so much.

Nothing you just told me will ever make me think that you are disgusting and I would rather die than never see you again.

You are the most beautiful human on earth with the most amazing, grateful heart.

You can light up every room you walk in.

I would do anything to see your smile because it is the prettiest, most awesome thing I have ever seen.

Even though you have a dark past with many up and downs, doubts and violence you are still alive.

You went through all of this alone and this is making me so sad.

Because I wish I could go back in time to your thirteen year old self and tell her how pretty she is when she doesn't see it.

Tell her that she is going to become everything she ever wanted whenever she wants to give in and that she has an amazing heart.

That she can go through hell and back with a smile. That she never lost hope and always found a way no matter if it was good or bad.

I wish I could've protected you from your bad friends, your family, drugs, violence and I wish I could have helped you through your whole rehab. I wish I could have wiped all your tears away and be there for you. Because you are perfect to me.

I love everything about you. The good things as much as the bad things. I love you."

I told Lucy with tears in my eyes as well. Then we kissed and it was one of the most amazing ones in my life.

Lucy's pov

I am so happy that I told Ian the truth about me and that he accepted it.

He is the kind of boyfriend every girl dreams of.

We continued talking about my past and our future for the whole night.

I agreed to try to eat more and if I can't I'll visit my therapist.

But I could not stop thinking that Ian is blaming himself for the bad place I am in right now.

*the next morning*

I woke up to the smell of breakfast and got out of bed.

When I walked in the kitchen I saw Ian cooking bacon and eggs.

I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

He turned around and faced me.

"You are awake." He said and kissed me.

"And you are making us breakfast" I said as I pulled away.

Ian took two plates, put food on them and we sat down.

I tried to eat but I couldn't and I started to tear up.

"I can't eat" I said and broke down into tears.

"Hey, shh it is okay. It's okay." Ian tried to comfort me and hugged me until I stopped crying.