Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 33

You pull the covers close, and as you take a deep breath and release the tension in your muscles, you sink into the bedding of satin, and one thousand thread count cotton of Bruno's bed. Despite the obvious fact that he's not in it with you at the moment, he is close by, you're in a locked home in a gated community with security at all the exits. For now, that's enough to allow your my mind to relax, your senses to dull and your body to go comfortably limp. Closing your eyes, you intentionally slow your breathing as you recall your day slowly, moment by moment.

Paloma called; she told you that she went for her police interview, and she told them everything she noticed and saw plus, some other facts she thought could help.

"It went alright," she said, "I gave them the knife too, before they asked for it."

"Are you okay?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright. They told me my statement lined up with yours. They said that the fact that I slashed Asher gives him something to hold against me, especially if the injury causes him further suffering but," she sighed, "That's all they said they could tell me for now." She paused and for a moment alarm bells went off in you mind. "What about you? Did you file for a restraining order?"

"I tried to," you said, "But it can't be processed until they investigate him properly."

"Figures," she scoffs.

"It's for now," you replied shifting in your seat as you scroll scan the headers of your emails. "I'm staying at Bruno's for now."

"Good."

"Are you okay at your place alone? I don't like the idea of you staying at your place alone."

"I'm staying at my brother's," Paloma states.

"Teo?"

The two of you engaged in a brief catch up on how Paloma's favorite big little brother has been. Big in size but younger in age, he's always been her favorite and he's always been protective of her to a fault. There's no doubt in your mind that he had his spare bedroom ready for her moment after she told him what happened. She was staying with him, or he was staying with her until things get sorted. You chuckled to yourself.

"Call me later?"

"Yeah," you replied.

And you did. You called her the moment you arrived at Bruno's after work and proceeded to stay on the phone with her for over an hour just talking about anything and everything while you figured out what you wanted to have for dinner.

Your thoughts start to thin, the soft hum of the central air conditioning and the tick tock of the old-fashioned alarm clock on the bedside table beside you quickly fade until they're reduced to a mere whisper. Listening passively, you drift off letting sleep take you.

But the expected bliss doesn't come.

Instead, the inky blackness gives way tearful demands and a hand closing over your wrist like a vice. The sheer blackness before your eyes, only provides the outline of a human form but you know who this is, there's no mistaking him. You claw at Asher's fingers, dig your nails into his hand, pressing down until they break the skin you feel damp beneath your fingertips; but he says nothing. His grip doesn't falter. Instead, a garbled version of his voice comes, then a second and then a third. They echo, bouncing, reverberating so cleanly it completely fills the entire unidentifiable space you occupy. It fills your ears, soaks into your mind and bleeds into your thoughts so thoroughly you nearly lose the ability to hear yourself at all. Silent tears soak your cheeks as your free hand become more desperate, scratching, tugging, pulling, trying to tear your hand free.