Always You

Chapter Nine (Ivy)

I woke up after sleeping again after the nurse gave me my medicine. They are too strong and cause me to sleep every time I get them, but at least my back isn't hurting. I get up into a sitting position and look around for Roman, but he is nowhere to be seen. He left this morning without saying a word, and I could see the hurt in his eyes. I shouldn't have told him those words yesterday. I shouldn't have talked to him like that. He didn't ask me to do this. I did it to keep him safe. The voices started again, and all I could do was fist my hair.

''Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. " I hate them when they start screaming. When they beg me for mercy as I carve their flesh with a knife, I can do nothing to stop them. '' It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.'' tears covering my face. I slam my hand on my head, wishing for them to stop. Praying for them to leave me alone, but the screams don't stop. They became louder, making me wish I was dead. A light voice is heard in the distance, and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jerked away, trembling in fear. In fear that everything bad I have done is coming to get me. The voices don't stop. I continuously bang my hand against my head, wishing I had taken my drugs with me.

I felt a light sting on my arm and everything went black after a couple of seconds.

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I wake up to the sound of someone calling my name. A light hand ran around my face, soothing it. I slowly open my eyes. My head hurt and felt like it was going to explode any minute. I open my eyes slowly only to see Roman looking at me with tears in his eyes and a smile forming on his lips as I open my eyes.

"Hello angel," he says, smoothing my hair as he kisses my forehead. ''The doctor is here for your daily check-up and to give your medicine. ''

''I do not want them. They make me sleepy, and I don't want to sleep. "

''I know love, but you have to get them. Let me help you up.'' he says, holding out his hand. I huff and accept it.

"Buttface," I say, in a low voice, but making sure he hears, and I see the doctor trying to hold back his laughter as Roman glares at me. I know he hates this nickname, but I can't help it.

The doctor does the usual checkup and checks the wound on my back by changing the bandage and seeing if the stitches have come off again. It took seven hours for him to sew them back together because my flesh was a mess from the stitches that kept coming off. It hurt, but I tried to muffle my cries with a pillow while the doctor checked on them. After the check was done, the nurse and Roman were chatting, and despite my back aching, I had no problem adding another victim to my list. I looked at both of them as the doctor helped me lay down on the bed. I could hear the little laughs they were both letting out. Yes, I'm ripping her vocal cords and tying her up with them.

I turned around only to see her hand on Roman's arm, and that was all I needed. This whore can make him laugh, but no one touches him. I let out a loud hiss and Roman's head turned towards me, coming as fast as he could to help me get the "pillow in the right position". The doctor came out followed by the nurse and my gaze did not leave her, staring at her as if I was going to tear her limbs from her body.

''So how are you feeling.'' I turn to look at Roman with a glare on my face. He looked at me with a confused look, but I refused to show him what I felt.

"I feel fine," I say, looking back at the TV.

"Hey, you can talk to me, you know," he said, turning my head to look at him with his hand, and a strange feeling invaded my stomach.

"I said I'm fine."

"Oh really," he says, moving closer to me. I could feel my cheeks flush and my heart beat faster. "So your grumpy mood isn't from that nurse flirting with me, is it?" He continues to move closer to me with every word he says. I swear, I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest with how fast it's beating.

"No," I say, trying to keep my feelings under control as I try to get my breathing back to normal. He smiles and comes closer until our noses touch. His warm mint breath hit my face. His delicious full pink lips were so close and all I wanted to do was kiss them. His scent invaded my nostrils, and a shiver ran down my spine as his hand came to caress my cheek. His warm hands caressed my cheeks, never leaving my eyes.

'' You know. You're cute when you're jealous," he says, kissing my cheek slowly, not pulling away.

"I'm not jealous."

"Yeah yeah," he says, kissing my neck and moving his way up, and I close my eyes and let him. It feels so good and I don't want him to stop. But he stopped, and I opened my eyes, searching for him, only to find his lips inches away from mine. I swallow the lump in my throat and Roman lets out a chuckle. Son of a ...... No, she was a respectful woman and kind.

It felt like time was slowing down. I haven't had my first kiss yet. Not that I didn't have a chance, I just wanted it to be from someone special to me. A person I loved with all my being. And here I am in a hospital room with the person who has taken the most special place in my heart to never leave. I saw it happen and then I felt it. I felt my eyes flutter as I closed them. I felt his hand behind my head as he pulled me closer.

''Roma...'' he cuts me off with his lips on mine. They were soft and breathtaking. His lips moved with mine, and it felt good. I put my hand on his cheek. He kisses my bottom lip and then the top, sucking lightly. I pull his bottom lip between my teeth. God, I'm so bad at this. I felt him smile into my mouth before both of our lips parted to feel the heat of our mouths and tongues. I never realized how salty another human tasted. like the salt of the earth, the salt of the ocean. Flavor. Freedom. Crystalline pieces of him fall into me.

We pull back from the kiss, and I bet I look like a mess. My hair is everywhere, and my cheeks are red like a tomato. The door opened and the same nurse from before came in with a tray of food. Not this crap again. I groan and bury my face in Roman's neck.

"Thanks, but Ivy doesn't want to eat," Roman says, and I hear the soft click of the door. "I brought you food from home. Get your lazy ass up." He says, putting an arm under my body and placing me in the correct seating position. He got up and took the food from the small table to my right and started feeding me. I can eat by myself, but I like it when he treats me like this. After he finishes feeding me, he takes a towel and wipes my face. He went into the bathroom and came out with a comb and two hair ties in hand. Where did he get them?

I looked at him confused. "What are you doing?" I ask.

''My mom always let me braid her hair when I was little. No offense, but your hair is a mess, plus it would be easier for you to do things without them getting in the way. " He starts to brush my hair and parts them in two before starting to braid them. Could he be more perfect? I watch him as he tries his best, and to be honest, he's pretty good at it. No one has taken care of me like this before, and I feel good. Having someone who cares for you He finishes successfully braiding my hair, and he gets up and sits in front of me. His eyes were filled with joy as he smiled and looked at me. He leans down and kisses me quickly on the lips.

''Perfect.''

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Hello guys. Back again with another chapter.

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