And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 151 - Odds Against Me

Rheas POV
Last night was one of the worst nights of my life.

As soon as we got back to the hotel, I nearly had to carry Flo all the way up. I was so worried she was going to collapse beside me all the way. Her steps were so slow. She barely looked at me. I don't know if it was because she couldn't, or she didn't want to.

Fucking Isaac.

I had no idea what to do for her. How to help... I couldn't imagine finding that shit out. She was doing so fucking well with it too. If I was her, I'd have probably ended up in prison by now.

Then fucking Liv Morgan... Had to come into the bathroom right at that time... and say that shit. I thought she was done. I thought it was over with. I've been done with her for so long, I hardly cared what she thought or what she thought she still wanted. I cared about Florence... and what she thought. If she was hurting...

Getting inside the room, I helped her put pajamas on, and then she just sat down on the bed, eyes stuck on her feet.

I tried to get her to look at me. To speak to me. To do something. I think I offered everything I could to her, but she didn't want any of it. She rejected everything.

I ended up on my knees in front of her, hands in hers, rubbing over them and kissing over them. Trying to get her attention on something else other than what she was stuck on, but she'd look at me, faintly smile before leaving again. Going back to her trance.

I stayed in front of her for god knows how long, trying to talk to her. Touching her where I could, trying and trying to get her to talk or something. I even ordered McDonald's, I knew it was her favourite and offered it to her. She just shook her head and lied down.

So I let her fall asleep, watching her the whole time. The whole night I watched her sleep. Deep in my own head... I didn't want her to wake up suddenly and be alone. I needed to be here for her.

She woke up through the night a couple times, sitting up to drink some water I gave her, and then she laid back down. I didn't touch her, until one time during the night she laid back down and grabbed my hand, pushing her fingers through mine.

I couldn't help but cry when she did that. I... I cried because she held my hand. For- I don't know how long I cried watching her sleep after that.

Until now... until morning.

The McDonald's was cold on the table across the room. Her water glass was nearly empty, and I could feel her waking up beside me.

With blinky and tired eyes, I sat up a little, waiting for her to fully wake up. I was fucking praying she'd talk to me this morning.

When her eyes opened fully, and they settled on me longer than 5 seconds, my heart instantly warmed... Please talk to me.

"Hey, Flo." I whispered softly, putting a gentle hand on her cheek. It was stupid to ask her if she was ok. So I settled for, "Do you want to shower with me?"

Flo cleared her throat, wiping at her eyes and then she held my hand again, taking it off her face, pushing it carefully back to myself.

God...

Flo sat up and wiped at her face some more, then stood up.

"Hey-" I tried to stop her from walking, but she walked away. "Hey, Flo... Baby-" Flo shut the bathroom door.

I shut my eyes and gave her a second, hoping she was just using the bathroom and would come straight back to me.

But she turned the shower on, showering by herself.