Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

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The stream of water flows into the bath tub, Hazel is sitting down on the chair beside the tub. My frown hasn't left my faec since I killed the man. My gun shot doesn't even hurt, it doesn't feel as if I've lost blood.

She hasnt said a fucking word to me.

I sit down on the edge of the tub and she's looking to the floor. Goosebumps are all over her body and I'm scared to touch her. I want to hug her. She said to me that I might need a hug the other day. I'm thinking that's maybe what she needs too.

She's so pale. My heart hurts so much and I'm starting to know why I'm pretty sure. She's the whole world to me. She is what makes the earth fucking spin for me. And she's so broken. I feel so fucking guilty. Yes, Mala might beat me up but I deserve it.

I couldn't keep her safe.

I stop the tap and help her in the tub. She's curled up to her self in the tub and I place three kisses on her head.

I turn to leave but her cold hand take my wrist. I turn around, concered that something is wrong. She doesn't say anything at all. She looks at me and tries her hardest to smile. He smile is so small and weak. I feel her try to tug me closer but there was almost no force at all.

"I'm so sorry baby." I whisper.

She tries to pull again. I think she wants me to get in. Maybe she wants me to hug her. I want a hug. She needs one.

I pull my top over my head and push my jeans off. I step into the warm water and sit down; she shuffles so her back if facing me.

She turns her head and frowns slightly at my bullet womb. It hurts like fuck but I'm okay, Hazel's back. I've never been so fucking scared in my life.

She hesitate to lean, I think she's worried that she'll hurt me. But I need her touch. I hold under her weak arms and pull her into a hug. She must be freezing. She has clothes on in the bath. She must be so fucking cold.

It almost takes all her strength to lay on her side. I place my hand on her hip, brushes my thumb over the same area.

"Please say something, my love." I whisper, kissing her head. I don't really know why I called her that, but I did and it made her smile.

I love her smile so fucking much.

I still do.

She smiles, looking up at me. So slightly, her face changes. And a cry leaves her lips.

She holds my biceps and cries her eyes out into my chest. I feel so helpless but I have to help. She helps me with everything. I want to help her.

I hold her into a hug and she cries. The room is full of nothing but tears. Her tears.

"It hurts so much." She cries and I can't help but my eyes well up too.

"Lets take off your clothes, darling." I say as soft as possible.

She wipes her tears as she sits up, I can tell she's still crying her eyes out.

I feel such a big frown on my face of concern. She means so much to me. Means more that the fucking solar system. And I couldnt even keep her safe. She's in pain because of me. I'm a fucking dickhead.

I roll her soaked lace bralette off of her, struggling. She helps me take it off, she also helps me take off her jeans too.

I take off her actual bra and I see a dark bruise on her left breast, a cut too. I feel a tear leave the corner of my eye and my fucking heart cracks even more.

"I'm so sorry, Hazel." I hug her, one hand cradling her head the other on her back. Our chests touch and I'm so happy she's back. But it all is washed out by the worry in my heart.

Thay man touched her.

Bruised her.

I wished I made his fucking death more painful.

I kiss Hazel's wet hair and I hear her crying in the crook of my neck.

"I'm so fucking sorry."