𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 .ᐟ c.s

⁰²⁵jealousy !

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❛ but mostly, i hate the way i don't hate you.

not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all ❜

flawless ✷ chris sturniolo !

・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈maxi's pov...💋

. . . 4:20AM IN THE MORNING

      i wake up to crying. muted sniffles float through the air next to me and my heart immediately drops into my stomach.

shit. it's bridget.

i rise to my feet from the floor where i have made myself a makeshift bed, throwing off my multiple blankets and quickly rushing to my bed where bridget lays.

she trembles within the covers, hands fisting the fabric as her eyes squeeze shut strongly. her head is also shiny with sweat and her hair has stuck to her face.

i grasp her shoulders and shake her awake from the nightmare. and she gasps awake like she was drowning and finally breaks the surface of the water.

her chest heaves up and down as she shakes terribly, tears soaking up my sheets. goddamit. i inwardly groan.

although my sour and restless mood, i calm her down gently.

hands gently rubbing her shoulder, i rub circles into her skin while making sure not to touch her bruises.

i remember putting ointment on them yesterday morning. they still seemed really bad. she's still even wincing when i rub the cream over the purple marks.

and it makes me feel so sad because it's been a week. a whole week but they still aren't better.

it breaks my heart knowing that they must've hurt her hard. so hard.

"bridget it's okay. you're okay. breathe," i whisper, holding her hands steady to stop them shaking.

when her hands stop shaking i notice how cracked and brittle her skin is. one her knuckles even has dried blood smeared upon it because of how crackled the skin is.