Océane's Eyes

•XII•

"hey, missed you"  I type, before deleting it and deciding not to send that lie to Zeke. We haven't talked since after the party and I wanted to meet up with him at school but I just...... didn't?

I decided to text him but that isn't working too, should I call?

"Océane, get ready let's go" mum calls from downstairs. I pick up my headphones and yell "coming" before jogging downstairs.

We take a short drive and reach the building, mum promises she'll be back to pick me up by 6 30 pm but I honestly don't give a shit.

I open the door once I get there and Eden gets up from his arm chair, his face visibly lights up.
"Océane, so good to see you. It's been a while"

"Really" I reply and take a seat

Three days

It's been three days.

My mum decided to reduce my sessions to twice a week since I seem to be getting better and the sessions are honestly expensive. I chose Mondays and Thursdays cause they are the most boring days of the week and I'll have something to look forward to on those days, the sessions had also been moved from 4 to 5 pm so I had an hour plus to go home in between school and therapy.

I have  more time to spend with friends but I honestly don't want to be with them, I don't know what is happening to me but I hate company these days, more like fear company.

Wouldn't want them discovering something I didn't even know I had.

That reminds me

"What do you think of this tattoo?" I ask Eden showing him the screenshot I took from pinterest, it was a cute tattoo of a butterfly with piercings on some girls back.

He leans in to get a closer look and says "you want a tattoo? What prompted that decision"  followed by his iconic smile that I have been deprived of for three days.

"Uhmm. Reggie helped me find a scar" I reply with my head low. Helped isn't really the right word. I want to be mad at Reggie, but I have no reason to be.

"What do you mean?"

"Had a scar on my back that I didn't know about"

"Hmm, I thought all your injuries are meant to have healed." He asks twirling his pen and scribbling on his jotter.

What do they always write in there.

"Yeah, but this one is permanent. I just remembered how I got it, one of the men pierced me with a broken bottle when I tried to escape"

"That, sounds bad. I'm so sorry" he stalls for a while before asking "can I see?"

Uhmm I don't know, can you? Like is that actually legal?

"Sure, I guess"

"If you need some privacy just say so"

"I'm showing you my back, I'm not stripping. I got this" I reply. I pull my sweater-

Yup, it's sweater weather

Finallyyy

Over my head and let it rest on my arms so it's not completely off. I hear him walk over to me and seat behind- beside me on the couch and I feel and hear my heart racing like a horse on crack.

I feel his finger go up and down my bare back analysing the scar.

"Ow"

"Sorry, did that hurt?" He asks sounding scared.

"No, I was just joking. It's healed, just left a mark, an ugly one"

He was sending tingles though, not the painful ones of course, the weak in the knees ones, thankfully I'm not standing up.

"It's not ugly" he barely says.

I try to calm my horse-on-crack for a heart when he says that.

I feel his weight leave the couch and watch him walk back to his seat. I put my sweater fully back on, shielding my back from the cool breeze.

"So, a tattoo huh? Is that really your answer?" He gives me a worried look.

"Your one to talk" I state, looking at his arms that are not exposed at the moment but he knows what I'm talking about.

"It was by choice okay, not trying to cover up my insecurities. Sorry if that sounds offensive but you get it right?"

"Yeahh"

"I don't meant to sound cliche but own your scars, they make you who you are"

"And that was you trying to not sound cliche?" I ask trying to suppress my laugh.
He laughs and runs his hand through his hair "but you get it don't you?"

"Yeah, I do"

"Alright."

The cold breeze from outside rushes in through the open window and I fold my arms to get myself warm.

"Should I close the window?" he asks noticing my attempt to keep warm.

"Nah, I like it"

He smiles and replies "me too"

"What was Reggie's reaction like? Did he freak out?"

"N.. to be honest, he freaked out but I was more freaked out so he had to be calm and tell me it wasn't a big deal but from the look on his face it clearly wasn't your normal cut from a normal accident"

"I get it"

"I know he cares about me but I'm just not ready to tell him"

"And that's not a problem okay?" Eden tries to reassure me.

I blink off the tear threatening to fall "Zeke isn't talking to me"

"Why? what's wrong?"

I look up at him into his eyes, it shocks me everytime how someone can be so concerned about a person you have no reason to be attached to. Or is he just acting? If so, then he is a brilliant actor.

"Uhmm, at the party. He wanted to, you know... fuck. And I wasn't ready, I freaked just like last time and told him that my mum wants me back home. Same excuse as last time"

"It's okay for you to be freaked out, you have gone through something that's not easy to recover from. And he should respect that you want to take things slow"

"What if he doesn't respect that? I should leave him? I don't want to.  I'm going to have to be normal at some point,you know like reset?"

"But no one should force you to reset, you do that at your own pace"

"Fine" I reluctantly agree and fold my arms like an obnoxious little child that didn't get what she wanted. Hate it when kids do that.

I hear my phone buzz beside me, And as expected it's mum.

"My mum is here" I mention.

"She's really enjoying being early these days" he adds and smiles.

"See you next time, don't forgot what I told you"  He says to me as I walk over to the door, I assure him that I won't and then walk through the hallway and out the building.

Sevens note

Hey, sorry it's been so long. Hope you like this chapter.

Something I should I have done a long time ago.