Scars

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Demi

          I spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch, occasionally letting a tear roll down my cheeks. Wilmer was giving me my space, but also running around getting me everything I asked for. When the time came that I began to yawn he smiled tentatively at me.

"Tired?"

I nodded and grimaced from the pain as I stood up, "Yeah, I think I'm gonna try and sleep."

He stood up too, "I'll go with you... Do you want me to sleep in the guest room?"

I closed my eyes for a second, "No... but I don't want to be held tonight."

He nodded and followed me upstairs, neither of us speaking as we got ready for bed. I was done first, so I shyly got under the covers wearing Wilmer's t-shirt and some cotton shorts. He was in his boxers and joined me, smiling as he too draped the blankets over his body. He turned in the lamp off then rolled over to face me.

"Goodnight." He said, "I love you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I love you too."

Wilmer smiled softly then turned on his back, closing his eyes. I laid awake for a while, afraid of what would come to me if I succumbed to the clutches of sleep. Eventually though, I couldn't hold back any longer, and fell asleep.

          I was running through the streets of the Grove, past stores and buildings that were darkened and closed. My heart was pounding wildly. Footsteps thudded behind me as they were getting closer.

"NO!" I shrieked out, as I began to run slower, "NO! PLEASE NO!" I felt hands all over my body and began to scream out and kick, "GET OFF ME! NO! PLEASE!"

"DEMI!"

I woke up screaming, sitting up stock-straight, slapping over my body and began to sob, feeling trapped as I kicked the sheets away from me. I felt my throat closing up and I clutched as my neck, coughing and hyper-ventilating. I pulled my shirt over my head and fell back against the pillows in my bra, my stomach moving up and down as I gasped hard. I wasn't aware of Wilmer's presence until he placed his hand on my stomach and looked me in the eyes.

"Breathe." He commanded in a strong voice. "You're safe, you're okay. Just look at me Demi, and breathe. Okay? In and out."

I stared into his eyes and slowly began to calm down, the tears flowing freely now as I looked up a him.

"You're safe." He repeated, "I've got you."

I could feel the tears falling rapidly again and I pushed my forehead against his shoulder, exhaling slowly. "I'm sorry." I breathed out.

"What?" His hand that had been rubbing my back froze, "Don't apologize Demi. Never apologize. I'm going to be here for you, I don't care what I have to do. We're gonna get through this okay?"

I nodded and he kissed my forehead, "I love you so much." I whispered.

"I love you too Demi, more than anything."

~*~

          I woke up the next morning with my head laying on Wilmer's chest. But, unlike usual, I didnt' feel the safety I usually felt in his embrace. I instead felt weak and vulnerable. I sat up and drew my arms around my body as I realized I was still in just my bra and a pair of shorts from ripping my shirt off last night. I found it on the floor and quickly threw it over my head as I saw Wilmer stir. He blinked his eyes open and focused on me, a confused expression spreading over his face.

"Why are you up so early?"

I checked the time and realized it was four am- oops.

"I-I... don't know."

Wilmer sighed, "You gonna just stand there? Or do you wanna come back to bed?"

I tentatively walked back to the bed and got under the covers. I was still pretty tired, but I didn't know if I could fall back asleep in fear of the nightmares that waited for me. Wilmer's hand found mine and as he laced our fingers together I felt a sense of peace wash over me, and I turned to face him.

"I know this is gonna be hard on us. Everything is about to change and be different. Our relationship will never be the same and I hate that. I love you so much. I just don't want this to force us apart."

He cupped my cheek with the hand that was holding mine, "Demi this isn't going to force us apart, not in the slightest. I love you, and I will face this head on. We've got this babe. We came come out on the other side."

I shook my head, "But what if we can never have sex again because of the flashbacks?"

He kissed my nose gently,  "Then so be it. Demi I won't ever leave because my sexual wants aren't being fulfilled. I don't care if we never have sex again. That's fine. I understand that it's traumatic for you and you need time to figure it all out. Okay? I love you more than sex, Dems."

I sniffled and leaned up, pressing my lips to his lightly, "I love you too."

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