𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛

17

I turned to look at his calm face, he walked towards me placing a kiss on my temple and I shivered due to his menancingly cold lips. His one hand was at my waist over the towel while the other snaked around my neck pushing my head to look up at him.

“Are you scared of me now?” he asked his eyes searching mine in a hot gaze that made me gulp and I was sure he felt that since his hand was at my neck. I shook my head in denial, if I were afraid I would’ve long left with my mom or I would have ran out of the apartment and hid in the closest room I saw.

But I wasn’t.

He chuckled darkly with a humorous expression which turned serious all too soon,

“Even after they said I raped a woman you aren’t scared?” I shook my head again and he pulled me closer.

“Even after they said I was a monster and a bad person?” I shook my head. I’d seen the comments posted  on social media and they weren’t very pleasing to the eye, most people called him names so I couldn’t just continue viewing them.

“I could hurt you right now” he threatened releasing my neck from his possessive hold.
Before I could ask why he said that he continued, “go shower its getting cold” and it was true since even my nipples hurt from the cold freezing temperatures.

Leaving the bathroom I found him looking at one of my family pictures, the whole family was in front of the house with huge smiles on our faces, that day had been my mother’s birthday and we had met with a random photographer offered to take a family photo and we agreed.

“This house is your home?” he asked as I put on my Pj’s.

“Yup, childhood home”

“This is your father right?” he asked scrutinizing the photo as if he was looking for something in it.
“Yeah why?”

“I’ll tell you when am sure, can I sleep here tonight?” he seemed unsure. I offered a toothy smile and dived into my duvets that welcomed me happily with warmth coating my body.

He settled beside me and slept on his side to look at me, “it’s not me in that video that’s  an edited one, I’ve been home all day”

“It looks like you”

“Look closely you’ll see, it glitches” I stretched back and picked up my phone and rewatched the video again and again. He didn't lie, at the end of it ‘his’ face is another persons, the man in the video  has a neck tattoo but Spencer has a tattoo on his chest and one leg not on his neck.

“What are you going to do about the issue?” she  wasn’t even sure if he was comfortable talking about any of that stuff but he seemed too comfortable with what was happening around him.

“My father is dealing with all shitty stuff for now I am looking for a certain girl and I have the probability of having found her” why was he looking at me like he had found gold.
He smiled moving closer to me and snaking his hands around my waist.

“What are you talking about and why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’ll tell everything when am sure, lets sleep am tired” he said and buried his head in my neck kissing and nipping at my skin.

Is it normal to be  aroused when you’re with a certain person and especially now when you could feel his cock on your bare thigh. He was in his boxer briefs and shirtless and I was in a crop top and a short so a lot of skin was touching.

“You know you drive me crazy but I right now I want t hurt you”I jerked back to look at him but he didn’t let me,

“What why?”

“Because i can’t believe you trusted me even after what you heard” his voice reverberates my systems functions.

“How do you plan on hurting me?”  I trusted him but it’s like sometimes he was being psychotic.

“Go bring me a knife princess” he pulled away and covered his eyes with the back of his hands. My heart rate increased as I left to get the knife.What would he do with a knife to hurt me, carve my heart out maybe. After walking back with the bluntest knife my kitchen owned I sat next to him, he chuckled and looked at the knife in my hand.

“You won’t run huh?” I shook my head and he took the knife from me.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes” I whispered and he nodded approvingly.

“Do as I say love, take this knife and write your name on my back” he pushed the knife into hands and lay facing down. I wasn’t understanding the concept behind all this so I asked.

“Why Spencer?”

“I’m a depressed soul and I need pain to get out of this ugly pit I am in, if I don’t do this I’ll overdose on my meds and wake up sick tomorrow” he said with closed eyes.

“Why hurt yourself?” I asked leaning in closer to hear him speak.

“Am not hurting myself, am hurting you and I’ll feel bad about hurting, seeing you hurt makes me feel and I’ll probably stop you before you’re done”

“That’s not reason enough spencer, I can’t hurt you to hurt me do something else but this, I can’t” I put the knife away but not before he grabbed the knife and cut his bicep. My eyes widened as I hurried to get the first aid kit and tend his wounds.

I certainly never knew him as much as he knew me. He was a broken man and I would ensure to know why and I would fix him. He slept immediately after I covered the wound, there was also an identical wound on his other bicep and I winced thinking of the pain he must have gone through.

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𝐴𝑚 𝑎 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜.
𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦.
(𝑈𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑)