Heartache • Tk Twin Sister (A Fox 911 Lone Star/ Fox 911 Fanfic)

Chapter 38

Matilda, you talk of the
pain like it's all alright
But I know that you feel
like a piece of you's dead inside

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"This is absolutely humiliating," I told Eddie as he helped me sit down at his dining table. We fought a little on the way back when he told me he was taking me back to his house. I didn't want to take any more time out of his day than I had already had.

But Eddie didn't care. And now he's searching for the first aid kit and grabbing a couple of waters from the fridge. He stood up from his crouched position with the first aid kit turned and started walking toward her. "It's not humiliating Raya. It's scary and you have a right to be scared."

I told him a little bit about the argument on the way. Minus the whole medication part. Speaking of which, I haven't been taking my medication for almost a full year now.

Maybe I'm cured.

Or maybe I just got lucky.

I shake my head as he sets one of the waters down on the table. He sets the first aid kit down beside it and props it open. Grabbing some alcohol wipes and a couple of gauzes. My arm wasn't littered with cuts and scraps. It just had a few. It was mainly the huge bruise that showed up from it coming in contact with the rail before my chest found it.

My chest hurt and it definitely had a cut or two on it but I could clean those myself.

I could clean my arm as well but he insisted.

"This is gonna sting." He wipes the towelette over the scraps and I lightly squeeze my eyes shut as a stinging sensation runs through my body. It's not terrible but it doesn't feel the best. My forehead is resting in my hand which is held up by my elbow on the table. My head is heavy, along with my heart.

I sit in silence while he cleans everything. I can't help the lump that has shoved its way into my throat, which is keeping the words back. It takes him about 5 minutes for him to clean and wipe all my wounds. Occasionally mumbling a sorry when I flinch back as the gauze hit a sore spot. I would have the bruise for a couple of days. Maybe a couple of weeks, but it's fine.

I'm alive.

He throws away the trash in the can by his foot and then scoots the first aid kit to the other side of the table and sits down.

Both my hands are covering my face in shame and embarrassment.

Eddie sits across from me. A chair in between us.

I want to scream and cry.

I want out of this body.

I want my mom.

"I should've known," I mutter and drag my hands down my face, my eyes revealing his concerned face. "I should've—"

"You didn't know Ray."

Tears well up in my eyes again and I look up to the wall past Eddie, trying to keep the tears back. "No, but everyone around me did, and I just chose to ignore them."

He looks up at me with guilty eyes.

"You knew."

He tilts his head to the side and twitches his eyebrows up. "I just knew the guy didn't like me. That's it."

Now it's my turn to tilt my head and twitch my eyebrows up. I get a small smile back and my body fills with warmth.

I look down to the table and then back to Eddie. I should tell him. But do I really want to drag him deeper into this mess? I really shouldn't have even dragged him in to begin with but who else would have—