"But what if my brother finds out about us?" I manage to whisper out my mouth followed by very faint moans.
"Jesse won't find out, it will be like our little secret." Ellie replied firmly in my ear and carried on making wet kisses on my neck.
TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND A FAILED ATTEMPT. (And slight detail of healed scars) READ AT OWN RISK.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Once I had woken up I could feel some sort of weight on top of my body, mostly my chest. It was Izzy, she was using my upper body as her pillow with her legs intertwined with mine. She looked so peaceful. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed and she kept twitching, was she having a bad dream?
I knew Jesse could be home any minute barging through my door to tell me about his eventful night with Dina, giving me the most unwanted amount of information of what they did, oversharing everything in detail.
But I was kinda stuck.
Half of me was worried about if anyone would see the practically naked Izzy in my bed sleeping soundly, she was only wearing my sweatshirt that I allowed her to borrow through the night.
But the other half was enjoying how beautiful she was. I couldn't help but stare at how vulnerable she looked, she was always keeping a guard up around everyone.
And I don't blame her.
Although I didn't know much about her past I knew enough from over the years. Yeah, I didn't have the best life myself, but Izzy's wasn't all sunshine's and rainbow either. And I'm sure there is even more too her that I have yet to discover.
I knew that Izzy had bad ways of coping with everything, I remember the night of her first attempt. The attempt of her life. There's been two times Izzy had nearly left us, the first tim I had been over for Dina's birthday because jesses mum let us have a few drinks whilst Dina's parents do not.
I was never told what drove Izzy off the edge that day but what I do know is that she couldn't take the cruel world she was born anymore. She had went into the bathroom and was in there for a while before we all grew suspicious of what was taking her so long. We all push through the door to see a barley conscious Izzy laying on the floor muttering "I'm sorry" over and over again as everyone tries their best to fix her up.
She still has the scars on her thighs and arms, it's one of the reasons she most insecure. Although this was a few years back, when she was thirteen-Fortean I'd say. She still covers them up the best she can. Personally I believe they are beautiful, every part of her is gorgeous.
But seeing her in that type of stare really made me relate to her more, just felt like we understood each other.
I rub my hand along her thighs as she begins to wake up quite frantically.
"Hey hey, I got you Im here." I grip onto her as she collects her breath. "Bad dream?"
"Fuck, uh yeah...yeah I did." She says taking a gulp.
"Wanna talk about it?" I ask, not really wanting to because I suck at comforting but I also wanted her to feel comfortable.
"No, no it's fine el's don't worry" she gives me a reassuring smile that wasn't all that convincing.
