Simply Yours

30) Demetrius

I remember when I was fifteen, the most exciting thing for me was visiting Mr. fucking Garcia's house to see her.

She was my angel, my source of hope in this dark, fucked world. Of course, the burden of her mother sat on my shoulders, but it didn't matter when she was there.

I woke up to find Valentina gone.

I checked the bathroom, expecting her attempts to scare me, but I was wrong.

"Val!" I yelled loudly.

No response.

I ran around looking for her, hoping she hadn't done anything stupid like hurt herself or selfishly left me. I lost her once, and I can't lose her again.

I first met Valentina when she was six, and she was the closest to a friend I had. I wasn't attracted to her whatsoever due to our age, but there was comfort in her world.

Mateo would be a dick to her because that's Mateo.

I opened a cupboard and saw her hiding in there, her head below on her knees as soft sobs echoed out.

"Fuck." She looked up, her eyes red and puffy, yet still the most gorgeous woman to me.

I carried her out, and she didn't argue. She always had some sort of argument with what I would say but
now she's silent.

Fear engulfed me by the second.

The thought of her pitying me, treating me differently because of the history we hold makes me sick.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled into my chest. Her tears stained my shirt, but that's the least of my worries.

I softly placed her on the bed, and she pulled herself into the duvet.

"I'm so sorry." The words barely came out.

"Would you like water?" I asked her. She shook her head softly as she fidgeted with the hair tie on her wrist.

"Give me your arm," she commanded, and I followed suit.

She kissed each scar hidden by the tattoos.

"She hurt you." I placed my hand on her face and kissed her head, but she shook her head.

"This can't happen," she whispered.

"Why?" I replied.

"I hurt you." She looked down as though looking at me would kill her.

"You didn't fucking hurt me; it was your mother," I exclaimed.

She pushed me softly away. The push of her fingers felt like a stab. It felt like punishment- worse than my father's.

I can't lose her again. First to her father, then Mateo, and now because of her mother.

"She hurt you so much," Valentina mumbled.

"Not just me," I argued. Whether she likes it or not, her mother abused her, me, and Mateo.

I place her on my lap and kiss her hard.

Biting her bottom lip as a soft gasp escapes her.

"Stop that." She grumbles and she pushes me away.

"What do you remember?" She hesitates and for the first time in the years i've known her. She thinks before she speaks.

"I remember mum and her episodes and how she hurt me." She outlines the scar on her collar and fuck she's gorgeous even when she's doing that.

"And-" She starts sobbing and I want to hurt every fucker who ever made her cry.

"She hurt you and Mateo so badly and it's all my fault because I was so lonely and wanted friends."

"Not fucking true. We wanted to be with you Mateo is gonna say shit but he did to. Our father also forced us to go either way." I state.

"I'm sorry." She repeats this over and over.

I shut her unnecessary apologises with a kiss. She pulls my hair and her eyes soften as she looks at me.

"I can't believe you're trying to do the devils tango with me after I found out the truth." She laughs and my chest feels warm.

"I'll do anything to keep that smile on ur face." I mumble in between kisses and she wraps her arm around my neck.

She falls into my chest, and damn, I want her. I want all of her: her kisses, her smiles, and her tears.

I wanted to consume her and take her with me somewhere where it's just us, the past hidden under a brick. Her soft eyes close, she smiles, and I kiss her smile.

"I want to know the truth," she mumbles.

"It's going to hurt you," I stand my ground.

"The nightmares are all adding up," she mumbles as she hides herself in my chest.

"Anyway!" She bursts out, and she was back to her usual self, I think.

She was talking about some show she was really interested in.

"And he was so attractive," she laughs, I raise an eyebrow.

"Don't provoke me."

She kisses my cheek and walks off.

And as she walks off, I realize that if this woman asked me for anything, I'd set it with a gold plate.

She was everything to me. My reason for breathing if it wasn't her for I would be living an aimless life.

I was exactly my father, addicted to gambling and alcohol but once her light shone through I knew I needed her.

A/N: I hate school.
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