Don't call me Angel- Completed

Twenty Six

I stared at his marks in the mirror the morning after. He was still passed out asleep in my bed, still naked. Still hot as fuck, covered in my scratch marks and his own marks to match mine. I'd called and put the offer in on the house he showed me first thing. I knew what was coming. I knew what to expect when I get home on Sunday and I grab my things with Lu and leave. I knew it wasn't going to be clean. 

I wasn't worried about it. I don't think so. I wasn't worried about moving in with Lu either. I needed to make sure he really wanted that today, that he wasn't just asking for the sake of it last night. I knew he wasn't but I had to be sure. I watched as I got another morning text from Arlo. Every morning, every lunch time and every night. A short text to tell me he was thinking of me, that he missed me and that he hoped I was okay.

I was okay. I was better than okay. Better than I had been in a long time. Just being around Lu made everything in the past feel like nothing. I wanted to let myself feel for him. I wanted to let him be the one I break my rules for. 

"Why are you up?" I turned my head to see him holding the bedsheet around his waist. I smiled, looking back in the mirror at the bruises. "You okay?" He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me. "Not regretting anything are you?" 

"God no. Not at all." I laid my head back on him. "I just couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you up." 

"Always wake me up beautiful. I can make you sleepy." He kissed my neck softly. "I don't want to break you though so I'm letting you rest." I giggled, turning around to him. 

"Were you serious about me moving in last night?" 

"Deadly. Why?" 

"I was just thinking about how I'm going to get my stuff. Because Arlo knows I'm coming home Sunday so he's bound to be there and I can guarantee he's going to try something." 

"He better not fucking touch you." He picked me up, putting me on the cold counter top. "Do you have a lot of stuff?" 

"Not really." 

"Then we will just buy new." I shook my head. "What?" 

"That's so wasteful. No it's fine I'll think of something. I still have a few days." I tilted my head. "I put an offer in on the house." 

"You did? When?" 

"A few hours ago." 

"You've been up hours? Mads you should have woken me up baby." He scooped me up, letting me wrap my achy legs around him. "Why couldn't you sleep?" 

"Um-" 

"Don't lie to me. Be honest." 

"I'd rather not." I smiled as he sat down on the bed, moving backwards and laying down, pulling me so I was laid on him. "It was just a nightmare. I couldn't get back to sleep." 

"Nightmare about what?" He stroked my hair, pulling the sheet so it was covering us both. I looked up at him, not saying a word. "Oh." He nodded, kissing my forehead softly. "Do you get them often?" 

"Yeah. Pretty much daily. Sometimes they're not as intense but sometimes they're bad." 

"Last night was bad?" 

"Not the worst I've had." He nodded. 

"What was the worst you had? What happened when you woke up?" He shifted, moving sideways in the bed and pulling me off to his side so he could see me better. 

"Um." I looked down. 

"You don't have to talk about it Mads, but I need to know what it looks like when it's bad so I know how to help. Do I need to keep Mozzarella sticks in permanently? They seem to cheer you up." I giggled, looking back up at him.