Trapped - Malachi Barton

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~Olivia's POV~ 

I feel someone's fingers soothingly move up a down my back. I looked up to see Malachi. one hand was rubbing my back, the other holding his phone. while I was laying on his chest. what the heck? I thought to myself.

my head was throbbing, and my wrists and thighs hurt.

"morning vi" Malachi said while putting down his phone, still scratching me back. I sat up a little bit, to where my back was against the back board.

I looked down at my wrists and noticed they were wrapped. Malachi looked down at my wrists, "what happend?" I said hiding my wrists under the blanket.

"lets go change the bandages and I'll explain everything, okay." he said, while softly grabbing my hand. i nodded my head. I got out of bed, and I froze. When I saw alcohol bottles, broken glass, and blood on the floor. My heart dropped to my stomache.

"go sit on the counter I need to grab, the stuff." I looked up at Mal and nodded. When he was walking out is when I realized that he didn't have a shirt on. I SLEPT ON HIS BARE CHEST LAST NIGHT, WHAT IF I DROOLED..

I went to the bathroom and sat on the counter. All I rember is finishing off a bottle of alchol and then everything became blurry.

A few minutes later he came in with a medical kit, aspirin, and water. "here take this," he said while handing me the pill and the water. And I did, "do you rember anything from last night?" he asked, while getting out the wrapp, Neosporin, and a wipe.

"not really no, I got ready for the dance, and I went into the kitchen to clean somethings up and I fell into the temptation of the alcohol.." I said looking down at my wrists.

he grabbed my right wrist and started to unwrapp it, "do you get tempted alot?" he said while concentrating on what he is doing. "no, its just I wanted to forget for the day, it was uh" I said but a lump formed in my throat.

"evie's birthday..I know I have it saved on my phone, I wanted to talk to you at the dance but you didn't show." he said. My sat their wide, he remembered.. I smiled to myself. I looked down at my pajamas, wait who changed me?

Before I could ask he continued, "you ended up calling me drunk, and you were crying, saying something about how he wouldn't pick up, and when I asked who you, said your dad." he said while cleaning around the wound.

I tried to call dad?

"And then you started saying how there was a lot of blood, so I went straight to your house, to find you.."he paused for a moment his voice breaking. "you were on the floor covered in your blood, I tried to stop the bleeding, and then I called Chloe, she came over and took care of your wounds." he said adding the Neosporin, and then rewrapping it. And going to the left one to repeat the same actions.

he found me? I let out a shuddered breathe.

" after she took care of you she went back to the dance to bring the others home, she said she will come back sometime today." he said.

"oh okay, uh who changed me?" I looked up at him wating for an answer. "uh I did, I'm sorry Chloe left and I didn't want you to sleep in your dress, I promise I didn't see anything, I'm sorry." he said in one hot breathe, embarrassment covering his face.

I looked down and smiled, "thank you Mal, I'm sorry I ruined the dance for you." I said softly.

"dont apologize, there are more hoco dances to come." he gave me a reasurring smile.

He finished with my wrist before helping me off. We looked at eachother which felt like forever, and the next thing I knew he pulled me into a hug. My face hitting his bare chest causing my cheeks to heat up and the butterflies in my stomache multipling by 100. Eatheir way I hugged him back.