I'm Obsessed With My Own Blood

Chapter 4: I shall keep hiding from the mirror of truth

I woke up with a pain in my ass, and I already know what he did. 

He woke me by slapping my butt.

He woke me up like that?

I badly want to pull his hair but the lack of power to move my limbs stop me. When he figured out I was still sleepy, he scooped me in his big arms and kissed my forehead. 

He went to the kitchen, put me on his lap and fed me. After that, he helped me walk towards the sofa and let me rest there. It still hurts when I walk. And he did the dishes for me while I was there staring at the ceiling, succumbed by my thoughts and with half-closed eyes. Then something struck me. 

It's Monday! 

How come he is still here? Should he be at school? At work?

I was about to roar at him why he's still here when I saw him looking so serious while texting someone on his phone, and I ignore it. 

After what seemed to be 5 minutes, he told me he had to leave and go to work since he wasn't able to go to work yesterday because he was sick but he wasn't. He was already okay yesterday, he even went to the mall with me. And beside who was he texting for the whole fvcking 5 minutes?

He went to our room to get his things, went to me to give a peck on the cheeks, then he left. 

And come home at dinner, at time.

He looks in a bad mood and I didn't bother asking him what or why, and he looks tired. But my thought won't bother me even when I was washing the dishes. 

What happen? 

So I decided to ask him when we are in our bedroom. But when we we're on our bed and I was about to ask him, he ask me if we can watch a movie...

I said yes, I knew he can sense what I was about to do. He doesn't want to remember, he's distracting himself, and I will oblige to what he want.

We watch a love story...

Really? Out of all genres we can watch? Romance, really? We could have watch a horror movie or a mystery kind of movie. Did he bump into a street lamp or something? But nevertheless I watched with him and actually enjoyed it.

We laughed, talked about the story, shared each other's comments about it, and cried.

It was about two lovers who never ran out of things for them to prove and fight for their love.

 Will they get tired of fighting? Or they'll get motivated from the constant battle they faced and kind of got prepared for all the things that may come their way because of it?

Why suddenly it looks like the movie is attacking us? Even if it is, we can't ever fight or prove to anyone that what we have between us is love. We're related by blood...

After that, we went to bed. I was wide awake because I was thinking about the movie. And I'm not used to sleeping at this hour, you know why. I guess he was drained to forget about it.

With my eyes closed, I was imagining us, fighting for our love and showing everyone that even though this love is in all ways wrong but it is somehow dangerously feels so right. The scenario in my head was interrupted with the turning of my stomach. Oh no, not now!

I turned my back from him and then cover my mouth, hoping I can stop myself from vomiting. But the more I tried to stop it, the faster the acid went up my esophagus. And his hands on my stomach is not helping, it's adding more pressure for the acid to go higher.

Fvck! I'll think later of the consequences, I need to go NOW.

I slowly lifted his arms and sprinted my way to the comfort room.