A Blaze In My Heart

57. "Please don't ever hurt yourself again."

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*Blayze's POV*

I cuddled Mihrimah to sleep. She was shaken up and had a hard time falling asleep. When she finally caved in to slumber, I held her body closer to mine, gently massaging her scalp with my fingertips. It felt so relieving to hear her gentle breathing, to know that she was fine. Yet, I felt so furious that she went through that torture. That someone had the audacity to touch her. To hurt her. If only I had gotten there sooner.

Moving her hair away from her neck to kiss her, I froze. That was the first time I noticed the bruises on her neck, and the sight only added to my rage. I felt like thrashing everything. Like dumping the world on Ezra's head and destroying him.

I carefully got out of bed, making sure not to wake her up, and left the room, going straight to the next room. Resting my hands on the table that sat in the corner, I tried to slow down my breathing, to wane my anger, but it wouldn't.

I growled out in frustration, pushing the contents of the table to the ground. Even that didn't dissipate my fury. My eyes spotted the glass vase in the corner, glaring at it as if it was my prey; as if it was Ezra.

I stalked up to it, seizing it and hurling it to the floor, some of the shards of the glass penetrating my skin in the process, but I didn't give a damn. I deserved the pain. It was me who should have gotten hurt. Not her. She was too innocent, too pure. She did not deserve any of what she was being put through. Not the mental agony and not the physical torture. None of it.

I grasped a broken piece of glass and squeezed it in my palm, feeling it cut through my skin and the blood oozing out. I still didn't care. I deserved much worse.

"Blayze?" My gaze travelled to the door where Mihrimah's silhouette stood, her eyes wide with horror.

*Mihrimah's POV*

I woke up and got worried when I didn't find Blayze in the room. Pushing the covers off of me, I walked slowly out of the room to look for him. As soon as I stepped out, I heard the sound of something breaking in the next room.

I gulped in fear, wondering if someone had broken in. Dragging my feet to the door, I pushed it open, to be met with a horrifying sight. Objects all over the floor along with broken pieces of glass. The worst of it all was the blood dripping from Blayze's hand to the floor.

"Blayze?"

His gaze softened as it met mine. I rushed up to him, grabbing his hand. He loosened his grip as I touched it. I gasped in horror at the broken piece of glass in his palm and the damage it had created. I made him drop it and glared up at him.

"Are you insane? What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled in his face.

He didn't flinch. "I deserve it."

I scowled. "No, you do not! You're completely lost your mind. Come with me!"

I dragged him out of the room back into his bedroom, where I made him sit on the couch. Then I went to get the first aid kit. "Why would you do this to yourself?" I reprimanded as I tended to his wound, wincing at the sight, my eyes welling up with tears seeing him like that.

"It shouldn't have been you. I should have been hurt." He said.

I frowned. "I'm fine! And it's all because of you."

"It's all because of me, yes." He muttered.

"Shut up, Blayze!" I chastised, blinking my tears away. "If you ever say, think or do anything like this again, I will leave!"