~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Paisleys' point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Yeah, how about you"
My face went numb as the memories flooded into my head.
"Woah, no i'm sorry. You don't have to tell me"
I shook my head slightly, it was spinning.
"I'm in here, because I was abused"
I felt the hot tears begin to slip from my eyelids. God how could I let him see me, sitting here in agony. All I could do was to stare at my hands and watch my vision get watery. I felt so exposed. But just like that his arms were around me and I was clutching onto him crying weakly into his clavicle, small strands of his hair dipping into the curvature of my cheeks. His heartbeat sounded so amplified with my ear pressed up against it. It was calming, serene almost. The tears stopped flowing, but I didn't want him to go so I gripped his shirt and pulled it to me.
"Okay, Paisley. I won't go anywhere it's okay"
He laid back pulling me down next to him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. One hand was placed on my upper back and the other on the back of my head. He rubbed my back softly for about an hour and slid his thumb lightly back and forth at the nape of my neck. It put me to sleep.
