The Freak and The Angel

Chapter 31 : Morrígan Who?

We napped for a little while before the tremors slowly started up again. I glance over at Eddie to make sure he is still sound asleep as I reach for the baggy on the table next to my bed. I know he won't be mad at me for taking it, but I really don't want him to see me use it again.

I try my best to slip out of bed without disturbing him, to go to the bathroom so I can use it privately. Sadly, I'm not stealthy enough.

"Where are you goin' princess?" The words a little more than a sleepy yawn.

"I'll be right back." I lean over to give him a gentle kiss before I slip out of my room.

I step into the bathroom and look into the mirror. My makeup is a mess from earlier, and also sleeping with it on. I set the small baggy on the edge of the sink and look between it and my reflection. I'm torn between using it or giving it back to Eddie. Surely I can win this battle on my own, I don't need it. I don't want to be Eddie's junkie wife. I know he said he'll help me, but what if he can't? I was stupid before, using for reasons that don't matter anymore. Now I don't have much of a choice unless I want to be painfully sick.

I do a quick bump, a bit more than he gave me earlier, before I stare long and hard at the bag of drugs. I glance back up into the mirror, I don't recognize the girl looking back at me. How can I? I'm not the same person I was when they took me. I mean, I am, but not really. "No." I tell my mirrored self. "I am you. You are me. This is MY body." I feel like my reflection scowled at me, at my words. No, I'm sure it did. I'm losing my damn mind.

I head back to my room, back to Eddie. When I walk back in, he's watching as I step through the doorway. I give him a smile as I  rejoin him on the bed, cuddling up close. Being with him now, it doesn't feel like we were ever apart.  After my memory of him came back, my feelings for him are exactly the same. I feel terrible for ever forgetting his face. I never want to be away from him for that long ever again. I need to get over it and be stronger, better, for him.

"Are you okay, princess?" Eddie asks, noticing a slight change in me. 

"Yeah, I'm great." I reply, trying to reassure him that everything is, in fact, great once again.

"Come here!" He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, my head presses against his chest.  I can't help but smile and giggle. I feel so safe in his arms. The sound of his heart sooths away any troubling thoughts I may have had, just as it always has.

"I love you so much." I whisper against him.

"I love you more." He replies, hugging me tighter as  he lays us down together.

"I love this sound." I smile as I place my hand on his chest.

"I know." he says, smiling back.

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I lay with my head on his chest, a hand gently laying on his tummy playing with the corner hem of his shirt. His arm is around me, his fingers mindlessly twirling the ends of my hair.

I let out a little giggle as I hear his stomach growl. "Sounds like someone should have finished his breakfast."

"Probably. I'll go make us something. " I sit up with him as he gets up to leave the room. I follow close behind him like a lost little puppy before planting myself on the couch to wait for him. Eddie goes to the kitchen and starts rummaging around.

I sit contently, my knees tucked under me, as I wait, debating on if I should help him or not. After what Gareth said about Eddie's cooking skills, I'm a bit worried he's going to burn the place down. "Eddie? Do you want help?" I ask him from the living room.