Fracture

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

*TW: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SELF HARM*

*SMUT WARNING*

❊-♡︎Scarlett♡︎-❊

I was happy.
For what felt like the first time in years.

I was truly happy, down to my bones. I hadn't cut in two weeks and I was doing better than ever.

I mean sure, I called Patrick nearly every night, in order to get my mind off the thought of it.

But still, it was something.

I was hand in hand with Patrick as we walked along the beach. It was October and the air was chilly but it didn't phase me.

I couldn't think of anything other than how perfect Patrick was. I was so glad we worked past our shit.

"You're on your death bed, what is the last meal you'd eat?" Patrick asked, swinging our hands back and forth.

I threw my head back laughing, "Maybe a burger and chips? I don't know, what kind of question is that?"

"A burger and chips? That's so lame, Gibson," He chuckled, "I'd have like a five course meal, prepared by a private chef."

"Where are you getting all that on your death bed?" I snorted, "You've got some kinks in your plan, Feely."

"You'd sort it for me," He grinned, "Because you'd be there holding my hand."

I blushed, it was adorable that he thought about our future together.

Especially since we'd only been together for just over two months.

"You're a real romantic, Patrick Feely," I giggled, the ocean water rushing over my feet.

"Only with you," He stopped walking and pulled me in to kiss him.

And it was in that moment I knew it, I love Patrick Feely.

And I was willing to give him all of me.
Even the parts I feared the most.

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Returning home from the beach, Patrick and I entered my house, and I called out, "Hi! Is anyone home?"

When we were left in silence, I shrugged and led Patrick upstairs to my bedroom.

He kicked off his shoes and climbed into my bed and I followed suite.

My heart was racing and I could feel myself shaking.

Because I wanted to give him all of me.
I wanted to have sex.

I was tired of being afraid of it.
I wanted to reclaim what was stolen from me, and I wanted it to be with him.
And it had to be here.
It had to be in my bed, in my room.

Sitting on the bed next to him, I immediately began kissing him. I was sure he could feel me shaking with nerves because he pulled back and gave me a look of concern.