Those Lips

Cody's POV

I knew... I just knew it was happening again. He was hurting her again. She smelt like him. She tasted like the cigarettes he smoked. It made me sad. It made me want to take her away from his terrible abuse and run but she wouldn't. For some reason she refused to run. I just wanted to end all of the pain he caused. I hated him. I've never hated anybody, but I hated him. I wanted him dead, and I would kill him if I got the chance, too. If I caught him, I would shoot his ass dead, and I wouldn't even blink, but he was careful. Ask she had to show for it was her word and the brusies of her being shoved into things out beaten for not listening. I looked at her. The bags under her eyes were dark. You could see the fear in her eyes, and I just wanted to hold her. I reached my arms out and brought her in. I scooted back until I was sitting against the bedframe. I didn't want to have sex with her or make out. I just wanted to hold her. To cuddle up with her and make her feel safe. She laid her head against my chest. I gradually got lower until I was laying down with her head resting on my chest. I put my fingers threw her hair and rubbed her back, and eventually, she fell asleep, and so did I.

***About Two Hours Later***

I woke up to her scream. She was crying and pulling at her hair. She rocked back and forth with her face in her hands and her hands at her knees. Crying hysterically. I wrapped my arm around her and tried to calm her down. I pulled her really close and kissed the top of her head. Realizing she had to just cry it out, but then, her breathing became unsteady, and she stopped crying and started to grasp for a slight amount of air, but none was coming. I looked her in the eyes and said "Amy, you need to calm down. You're having a panic attack. Just breathe."

Her breathing was still unsteady but she began to calm down a little more. I kept repeating the words. "It's okay. Breathe. In and out. He can't hurt you." She slowly started to calm down, but there was no going back to sleep. It was about three a.m., but I didn't care. I got up with her. I'd do anything for her. Anything. I got into the kitchen, took out a pan, a mixing bowl, pancake mix, water, some strawberries, eggs, and I made her pancakes with strawberries on top, she then I realized it was missing something. Whip cream. I brought out the can of spray whip cream. I put some on her pancake, in my mouth, in her mouth, and finally, on her nose. It was like a scene from a movie... So wonderful and romantic...