Darkness surrounded me. The only light that tried to creep into my room, were the street lights. It was past midnight, but I hadn't managed to fall asleep yet. My limps were heavy, like it was trying to mark my place in the mattress permanently, but I couldn't force myself to be hit with sleep.
I rolled on my side, exhaling a sigh, and looked at where my phone was. My hands twitched as I was yearning to check it for any messages.
He's fine. You don't need to check up on him.
It was tempting to grab my phone and reach out to him, but I refrained myself from doing so. I knew how much Royden appreciated his privacy. He wouldn't want anyone to invade it, not even me. And I wouldn't try to. I would hate to be a burden to the person who meant dearest to me.
I pushed myself into a sitting position and let the blankets fell to my lap. Sleep wasn't going to settle over me in the next few minutes, so I did what usually helped me―drinking a glass of water.
As quiet as I could, I walked down the stairs with my phone in my hand. It was already fully charged. The house was as silent as one could expect at 1.02 AM, which made me even more cautious. If my father caught me walking around the house in the middle of the night, I would have some serious explaining to do.
The floor was cold against my feet. A shiver ran down my spine and I wished I had wrapped myself in one of my blankets.
The door creaked when I walked into the living room and my body tensed. I stayed completely still, waiting for another noise, but nothing came. It remained silent. I closed the door behind me and walked into the kitchen, turning on the light underneath the cabinets.
I filled a glass with water and headed back into the living room, sitting down on the couch. I took a sip of it, placed it on the table and searched for the multiple blankets which lay beside it. I wrapped myself in one of the softest and curled on the couch.
As expected, there were no messages when I opened my phone. A soft sigh escaped my lips and I took gulps from my water, hoping it would relax me. I clicked through my phone, going to Royden's contact where his message from three hours ago was still the most I had heard from him since.
Royden: don't worry about me, princess
It was enough to worry about him. It seemed like every time he said that, the next day he would show up with a bruise. I didn't want to accuse him of anything and all I did, was take care of it. The questions were burning on my lips though, itching to be let free. However, he always made me promise to not ask him any questions about what had happened.
I locked my phone, placed my glass on the table and scooted down on the couch, so I was lying down. The blanket was wrapped around me, offering me enough warmth. My eyes stared up at the white ceiling as they grew heavy. I shut them and kept one of my hands placed firmly on my phone, in case he would text me.
Please, be alright.
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Something shone in my eyes way too brightly. A soft moan fell from my lips as I turned my body around, burying my face in something soft but solid. My breathing slowed down and I tugged my blanket higher over.
My body stirred and I was wide awake. I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes before squeezing them shut to prevent from begin blinded. My legs were hurting and I stretched them, only realizing I was pressing against something.
I lifted my head, squinted my eyes to see what I was hitting with my feet and then flopped back down. I was on the couch. Memories of last night flooded in my brain as I awakened more.
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The Hurt Game
Storie d'amore~ Just know nobody's ever come closer than you ~ ❦ Throughout her life, Waverly has always fought to have a remotely simple life. Her father is barely home to be an actual caring father and her mother has been out of the picture since she was twelve...
