"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Lizzie repeated again and again under her breath as she tried desperately to get the paint she'd spilt out of the carpet.
She'd been living with Tom for over a month now but she'd been in a relationship with Marcus for years. Her mind wouldn't be 'normal' for ages.
She couldn't get it out of her head that Tom would come home and be so mad for the mess she'd made during trying to paint the walls. To be fair, most people would be annoyed. But she thought she'd be hit.
"Come on..." She mentally cursed herself, softly sobbing as she scrubbed her knuckles into the carpet, ripping the skin open and making her bleed.
She'd given up with the sponges and rags and was just desperate.
Then she heard the door open and she whined helplessly.
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"Now, look what you've done." Tom muttered, kissing Lizzie's now bandaged knuckles.
"Sorry." She mumbled as she looked down at her hands. "About your carpet."
"Our carpet." He corrected. "And I don't care. It gives me an excuse to finally renovate the place. The walls shouldn't be this dark grey considering it's a house on the beach."
"That's why I started painting. Probably should have asked you about that anyway."
"I really don't care." He whispered as he leant forward and kissed her softly, one hand still holding her hand while the other rested on her shoulder. "I'm happy you're comfortable here. Plus it's not like I really lived here before this whole thing."
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