From across the hallway

Part 51

Missy shoved open the door to her apartment, not daring to turn around.

Worried that if she did, Wade might be gone again.

So Missy, exhausted, bruised, with clothes covered in blood, strutted across the living room on her high heels, clutching her teeny daughter to her chest.

"We're gonna take a bath," she uttered, her voice breaking slightly as she glanced up at Wade, who was still stood there in his full Deadpool outfit, mask and all.

It was the first thing either of them had said to one another since they had left the docks and Missy found herself trembling as the words spilled out of her mouth.

"Please don't go anywhere..." she continued, her eyes pleading and sad. "...okay?"

Wade was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"I'm not fucking leaving your gorgeous ass again," he said firmly, shaking his masked head.

Missy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And so, she merely disappeared off into the bathroom, with Emily giving Wade a happy wave over her shoulder as she did so, as if nothing at all had happened earlier today.

But it had, Missy knew it had.

She was tired, bruised and dirty. Her wrists were red and raw from where she had been tied up and she hadn't even looked at how bad the deep cut at her neck was. All she knew was that her formally crisp white blouse was now covered in her own ruby red blood.

Emily was wet, Missy could feel that she had soaked through her pyjama pants.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, ok sweetie?" said Missy, setting the toddler down onto the floor and beginning to peel off her sodden and dirty leggings.

Leaning over, she turned on the bath taps as several lone tears streaked themselves down her cheeks...unable to stop them any longer.

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Missy closed her eyes as she washed the dirt and the grime and the dried blood from her body.

Emily was already out, sitting on the bathmat with a gigantic bath towel wrapped around her, giving a little yawn.

Missy knew she didn't have long to dwell on her own suffering when she had a child to take care of.

Emily was her priority.

So Missy let the water wash all her worries away down the plug hole, wrapping her own body now, in a large fluffy white towel.

"I tired," said Emily from the floor, giving another yawn. Despite it being early in the day, the trauma had obviously exhausted the little girl.

Missy pursed her lips, securing her towel. "Come on then," she said in a gentle tone, lifting the little girl up into her arms. "Let's get you into bed."

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Wade stood in Missy's living room, a room he knew so well. And yet the last time he had been here felt like a lifetime ago.

He had wanted nothing more in this entire fucking universe to be back here with the two women he loved more than anything. But now that he was, he couldn't help but feel worried.

He had fucked everything up, and now, to find out after all these months that he would never be able to reverse what had been done to him...it was torture.

Missy wouldn't love him looking like this. He was a freak. A fucking monster.

Wade moved over to the window and stared out looking at the bright late morning sky. They'd be better off without him. That was the truth.