Deep Regression

The Bruises Will Heal

Chapter Playlist: Coming Home ptiii, Fix you By Coldplay.

My hands punch into the punching bag gentler than before, and I take more rests than I ever had before.
Peter's lips on mine, his hand running up my waist, and his hard breathing, my...hard breathing.
Hit. Hit.
The way he slowed down during sex.
Kick. Hit.
Peter's melting brown eyes.
Hit.
"Working out still? I would've thought that you'd be at your boyfriends house."
His voice ringing to me from afar. I stop and release my all my hatred for Kevin by seeing him.
"My what?" I say gently.
"Boyfriend? I saw you two, looked intense." Peter's eyes hovering on my own.
"Kevin's not my boyfriend."
"What is he then? Another Fuck Buddy?"
He shrugs his shoulders and I can see anger in him. Anger towards me for some shitty reason that'll probably break me even more.
"Used to be."
I sit down on the bench in front of him and begin to unravel my bandages.
"What...like ten minutes ago? You change partners so fast that it feels like whiplash to me."
"No, I broke it off with him entirely. I'm done with him."
"Why?" His eyes boring into my soul.
"Because."
"Because?"
I untie my shoes and slip on my flip flops while bending down and grabbing my bag. Time to go.
"Because it's none of your fucking business!" I snap.
He doesn't seem offended by it, rather I see empathy in him.
"Selena..."
I walk past him and begin towards the door when suddenly his hand grabs onto the arm that Kevin roughly grabbed earlier. I yelp in pain and whimper as he pulls me back to him.
"Selena, Are you okay?!?! I'm so sorry, I honestly didn't think that I was that hard, but...Are you okay?" His caring eyes looking into me again.
Why does he still care for me?
"Fine, I'm fine."
I choke back tears and straighten out my fitness shirt. Damn that hurt!
"No your not...I can see the tears, let me see-"
"Peter, no, just go and sleep with that girl you picked up."
"So you did come home." He crosses his arms in front of him.
"Ya, I came home for my fitness gear, and I heard you guys. Then I left."
"You stormed off."
"No, I walked away."
"You SLAMMED the door."
"Ya, to drown out you two, fucking loud."
"Tends to get that way." He smirks to himself.
"You know what part gets me though?" I clench my teeth and stand taller.
"What?" He runs a hand behind his neck.
"You said,'I need this...' Please tell me that you needed her more than the sex."
He was at a loss for words and I knew what that meant, he needed the sex.
"Why?" I further question him.
"I Don't Know." He stands a ground.
"You don't know?"
"Ya, you fucking heard me!" He yells.
"Hey! I'm not going to let this happen to you, you can't simply be like me and need sex like therapy, because then you'll be as messed up as I am, and I won't allow that to happen to you!" I scream as the tears begin to silently roll down my cheek.
"Wh-Wha-What?" His voice stumbles as his eyes portray a new emotion.
"You heard me, I CARE TOO MUCH TO LET SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HAPPEN TO YOU!"
I just lay my cards on the table, why not? He cares for someone else too.
"Show me your arm." He demands.
"No."
"Selena, SHOW me your ARM." He demands more furiously.
"Go Fuck Your Girl!"
"Not Until you show me. NOW, SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING ARM SELENA!" He yells at me.
"Goodbye Peter." I say gently.
I try to walk past him but he grabs my arm and lifts my shirt clean off my body while looking at my injured arm.
There's a huge black and blue bruise with purple outlining. It LOOKED like it hurt, and it was all in the form of Kevin's fingers.
Peter's eyes blazing with something, and then I saw the furious anger.
"Did he do this to you?" His persistency incredibly attractive.
"Peter-"
"DID HE SELENA!?!?"
"Yes, I was trying to escape."
"I'm going to kill him."
He walks away and I can see the sinister action rising in his mind.
"Peter! Don't!"
"Someone has to do something!" He shouts back.
"I did." I whisper into the dark.
"You what?"
I see his chiseled face again and he's standing right in front of me.
"I-I punched him a couple of times."
"Punched?"
I show him my knuckles and wait for the realization to hit the surfaces.
They're purple and pink with bruises from Kevin's eye sockets.
Peter's hand grabs ahold of mine and lifts the knuckle to his lips. Softly kissing my pain away.
He was like a Greek God to me, something I could see myself praying for.
"I'm sorry Sel-"
"Should've seen the other guy."
He chuckles as I see his eyes lift to mine and they're glassy. He's about to cry because of me.
"I'm sure he does."
I laugh a little and take my hand back as I bend down and grab ahold of my bag.
"So are you going to tell me what happened?" He nudges his shoulder against mine.
"Maybe..." I trail off.
"Good."