Different Type of Love

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Elodie

December 8, 1945

When I see this bastard lay his hand on my woman I freak out. I get out of the car, not realizing I slammed the door, they both drag their attention to me. 

I see tears filling in Cecilia eyes and anger filling in his. Once I get closer and he gets a better image of me he fixes his face but it's too late.

"Wait. You're Elodie Ho-" Before I allow him to finish I decide to put my hands on him. I punch him in his face without thinking. He shouts in pain while Cecilia gasps. 

"Elodie!" She shouts at me. The only thing he can do is grab his face and yelp in pain.

"If I ever catch you laying even a finger on her or another woman again I'll make sure you'll end up behind bars. Do you fucking hear me?" I roared

"I'll fuck you up!" He shouts at me. A few people around us stare but right now, I'm not too worried about it.

"Try me." I remark with an angered smile.

Cecilia makes her way to the car. She gets in with her head down. I watch him as he takes small steps near me. Before he gets arm length distance I walk away. Not because I'm scared, but because he was taking forever and I have things to deal with other than him. 

As soon as I get in the car I begin to drive.

"Why the hell would you do that?" She mutters. I'm baffled and shake my head.

"Excuse me? You're welcome." I snap

"Why the fuck did you hit him, Elodie." Before I do anything I regret I keep quiet aside from saying two things. 

"For the last time, do not cuss at me and will talk about this at home." 

Although she kept making comments throughout the whole car ride I chose to completely ignore her no matter how badly she pissed me off. Composure and silence are key.

Once we got home she wasted no time getting out and marching up to the door and I can tell she was impenitently waiting as she began to tap her foot. I take my time getting out and once I unlock the door heads quickly gravitate toward us.

"What happened?" Lillian asked when she sees Cecilia here with me. Cecilia chooses to stay quiet, ignoring her question as if she wasn't speaking to her, which pisses me off. 

"Excuse me?" I say, I grabbing her wrist and pull her to me. She looses her balance in her shoes and her face lands on my neck. She quickly pulls back with a red face but moves her hand to my breasts instead.

"Elodie happened." She growls, snatching her other wrist back and stomping upstairs. I follow her, not only because I want to talk, also because I'd hate for her to fall. Once I see her stutter step and grab ahold of her waist. She doesn't pull back as we make it to the top.

I still keep her waist in my grasp until we make it to my bed. She tries to play tough but as soon as we sit there, making eye contact I watch as she slowly falls apart. First her breathing becomes faster and her chest rises and falls quickly. Her eyes fill while she swallows hard.

She hugs me and I feel her tears soaking my shirt.

"I'm sorry. I-I lashed out because he knows I stay there. A-at that motel. And he lives in my apa-apartment. What if he-" She cries. I hold her and slowly sway back and forth. 

"I won't let him touch you, baby. Do you understand me?" I ask her, grabbing her face and making her look me in my eyes. She flinches and I quickly move my hand, her face is still red and I was squeezing it. Seeing her hazel eyes with tears in them and her beautiful face frowning hurts.