Honey and Scars

Nightmare

My parents were gone for another two days which left me, Matteo, Petunia and a few other farm hands. Matteo and I didn't talk much. He spent those days in town, and would come back just to work late into the night. Before I went to bed I'd peak out the window, just to see Matteo working in lantern light. I think perhaps I have been avoiding him. Ever since I had such horrible thoughts about him I didn't want to see him. It's not as if I didn't WANT to, because I most definitely did, but I was afraid he'd know that things were off, and I couldn't stand the awkwardness. So, I kept my distance.

Mother and father were coming back sometime tomorrow. I used to hate when they were gone, but now it doesn't hurt so much. In fact, I don't mind it.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I walked over to the mirror and shivered. I can't stand to look at myself. I stood on my tiptoes and looked at my neck and chest. Ugh, I can't. I'm foul. I'm ugly. Nobody wants me. Matteo would never want me. I quickly dropped down and ran to my room. I put on a t shirt and a pair of underwear. I brushed my hair and got in bed. I'm tired. I always am now. I laid back and eventually let myself fall asleep. Sleep seems to be the only place I find solace now.

Matteos POV.

Screaming. Loud ear pricing screams. I sat up in my bed. Hannah. I immediately jumped out of bed and put on a pair of sweatpants. I ran out of my room and up both sets of stairs. I rushed through her door and ran to her side.

My sweet girl. The minute I sat by her she clung to me, and I held her. I assumed it was a nightmare. It wasn't the time to ask questions though, I just need to be here for her until she calms down.

I hushed her and calmed her down for quite a minute before her breathing evened out.

"A nightmare?" I whispered as I held her close. I wasn't going to let go. Ever.

She clung to me like bees do to honey. "Mhm"

"About what?" I asked. I needed to know what haunted her dreams. I needed to know what she felt. I needed her to let me in. I'm addicted to her. I can't let go. I don't think I'll ever be able to.

"My dad. He yelled... I cut myself. I- I couldn't succeed. They hate me Matteo." She said looking up at me through her wet lashes.

My god, she looked so fucking beautiful. It took all of me not to crash my lips against hers and make her forget all about her nightmares.

"Aw, darling. They don't hate you. Okay? They don't hate you, and they aren't disappointed. These nightmares aren't real." I assured as her sniffles filled the room.

"Stay." She said as she looked up at me with watercolor eyes. "Please?"

She doesn't even have to ask. "Yes. I'm staying love." I said as I pulled up her covers and crawled under. She immediately laid down and put her head on my chest.

"Shh. Sleep now. You're safe. I'm here." Is all I needed to say before she drifted off. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I felt her thigh against my leg. Fuck... She wasn't wearing pants. She doesn't know the things she does to me, does she? Oh. my innocent girl.

I rubbed soft circles on her back and sighed as I let my eyes close. I'll need to leave early in the morning before her parents get home, or Petunia notices. But until then, I'll sleep with Hannah. My sweet Hannah. My Hannah.