My Darkest Love

Chapter 25

I laid back in the bathtub, closing my eyes. I ached terribly from the intense pain traveling throughout my body. "You doing okay in there bro?"

"Uh..yeah."

I could hear the faint sigh from Mitchell. He knew better than to believe me when I'm acting like this. To be honest he probably knew what was up from the ridiculously amount of hickies along my neck and chest. 

"Oh hey, mom and dad are coming back first thing tomorrow morning." Mitchell yelled from the other room. I groaned as I slid under the water. I opened my eyes in the water and imagined myself just staying here. Not having to worry about anything but having to get air when my lungs ached for it. Thankfully the pain of my arm jolted me back into reality when it hit the hot water. "Fuck!" 

"You okay?!" Mitchell came running in like the room was on fire and he had the last bucket of water. 

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, my arm just hit the water is all." I sat up in the bath groaning from the pain. 

"You sure?" 

"Yes. Now can I have  some peace please?"

Mitchell nodded and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. My phone buzzed from the shelf. I quickly stood up and grabbed it, regretting it because of the pain. I sat back down and unlocked my phone to see a long message from Micah. 

Micah 

5:45 P.M. 
"Hey..Again I'm terribly sorry for kissing you. I don't know what came over me but it seemed like it was worth it at the time. I know this sounds so crappy but I do like you alot. I just hope that we can work past this and be friends. I'm here if you need me. Also I'm sorry if I said the wrong things at the Cafe. I realized now that you probably didn't want that guy to know you were at the hospital. Text me back when you can. Have a good evening."

I set my phone down on the floor and leaned back against the shower wall. I had such strange feelings towards Micah. I genuinely thought maybe I could move past Malachi but here I am messing around again. All that is gonna happen is me ending up in a mental ward. Malachi just plays games and thinks my body is free to him anytime he wishes. Fuck that. Fuck the stupid deal I made. I can't make myself easy for him.

I finished up in the bath and dried myself off. I hooked my phone up to the charger and laid down on the bed. "I need some sleep." My body felt maybe twenty percent better than what it was. Not nearly enough to do anything but sit or sleep. I thought maybe its time to set Malachi straight.

That was the last thought I had before closing my eyes and falling asleep. It wasn't till 3 A.M when I had someone throwing rocks at my window.
I opened one eye thinking maybe I was hallucinating it but unfortunately not. I took my time to get out of bed. One foot at a time before I reached the window. It was pretty dark inside my room so I causally stepped on random clothes and a pair of my shoes. I peaked out the blinds and saw Malachi standing in the yard like a desperate puppy begging to be let in from the cold. "Luca?!" It was more like a shout whisper as I faintly heard him speak. I rolled my eyes and opened the blinds and window. "What do you want? It's three in the morning?" 

"Let me in please. I need to see you."

"No! Go home."

"Come on please?"

"Oh for fucks sake. Meet me at the back door and be quite!"

I slowly maneuvered downstairs avoiding any noise as Mitch was a light sleeper. Malachi on que was waiting at the back door, his breath caught in the wind as it was decently cold outside. I opened the door, it squeaking as loud as it possibly could. "Fuck me."