Christina and Adam watched as the ambulance they recently called drove out of sight into the distance and they felt their worlds burst wide open. A burden was lifted, the heavens were opened, hearts and angels flew around the two as Adam held Christina. This time, he held her with every intention in the world of caring for her. She was crying, but, reluctantly, not tears of pain, but tears of a feeling she hasn’t felt in so long: happiness. She could feel the weight of 100 tons lift up off of her shoulders and her breathing finally calmed as she felt the comfort of Adam’s chest on her back. His arms were wrapped around her waist from behind, and there she stood, melting away into him as she had just found a new world in which nothing was to touch her like the way Matt did.
She grinned, although it hurt, but she couldn’t help it. Happiness was such an emotion that was lost, she rejoiced it fully through her own perspective. She felt safe and secure, and had found a new love amidst of the abuse she endured in the relationship before. Adam. It was Adam. Adam was there for her this whole time; he noticed how she hasn’t been talking, he noticed how she’s been shifting in her seat and how her eyes were constantly puffy. Adam’s the one, she thought, no, no, excuse me, she knew, but one thing she didn’t know was that Max was her savior.
“You wanna get Max now? I can start loading the bags into the car,” Adam suggested. Christina, still not able to speak, nodded her head in agreement. The two receded into the house and Christina went up to Max’s room while Adam took the bags form the foyer and placed them in the trunk of his car. “Max, you ready? We have to go,” Christina wrote on another post it. “Okay,” Max said, and headed down the stairs, with Christina behind him. Max went in through the back seat while Adam helped Christina get into the passenger’s seat as comfortably as possible. Christina was still sore, her back, ribcage, shoulder, and the cut from Matt’s vindictive slap was still strewn across her face with a trickle of blood surrounding dry blood. Adam winced at the sight of seeing such a beautiful woman such as herself go through such an event that is too indescribable and cruel for words. After helping Christina into the car, Adam got into the driver’s seat and began to drive to his house, or in other words, Christina’s and Max’s safe haven.
After a few minutes of green lights, red lights, yellow lights and silence, the three had finally found themselves to Adam’s house after such a strenuous night. They had finally found a place where they could lay, safe, in bed, not wondering what the night would hold for them. Oh, the night. When the sun was out of sight, and everything turned to gray, the lives of Max and Christina were altered into lives of morbid situations. Night after night, the torture, the pain, they wondered if it would ever stop. Looking at Adam, they knew it would.
Adam opened the front door to his house and let the two in, carrying the bags along with him. “Make yourselves comfortable, you deserve it,” Adam said with a sense of tenderness in his voice. “Max,” Christina wrote, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention, “It’s been a long night, I want you to get ready to sleep, okay?” Max read it and ran up to the bedroom, after Adam had pointed to him where it was. As the two were alone, Christina turned back to Adam and tears were beginning to swell up once again. “Oh, Christina, come here,” Adam said. Adam held his arms out and Christina moved in, making sure her bruises wouldn’t come in contact with his hands. Her blond hair was crumpled in his face, and her head was hidden in the crook of his neck. His cologne found its way into Christina’s senses and his heartbeat rang in her ears. Her body was compressed against his; the warmth grew within each passing second. He ran his fingers through her hair and let her cry into his chest, something she needed from someone, anyone. “Everything’s going to be alright,” he said.
As Christina’s tears began to reach a halt, Adam pulled apart and gave her a light kiss on her cheek, making sure not to hurt her while doing so. Christina looked up at him, feeling herself become red and smiled a bit. “We need to get that cleaned up, do you want me to do it?” Adam asked, referring to the cut across her cheek. Christina nodded and soon found herself following Adam into the bathroom where she was told to sit down on a stool, and she did so. She watched as Adam rummaged through his drawers and cabinets and finally found the materials he needed. On the counter, he placed a bag of cotton swabs, cotton balls, and alcohol. Christina winced at the sight of it, knowing that it was going to sting like hell, but Adam smiled at the adorable sound she made. “So you know it stings, huh?” he asked, laughing, and leaned back on the counter to face her. Christina nodded and giggled a bit, holding her neck to help stop the pain. “I’ll be gentle. I’m going to take care of you, I promise,” he said. He took a cotton swab and placed it under a faucet and moistened it. He leaned forward, towards Christina’s face and began to slowly wipe off the dried blood stains, making sure he wouldn’t hurt her. As the blood stains vanished, the cut looked less and less like a reminder of abuse, but more as a symbol of survival. Think about this, have you ever seen Christina back down from any challenge she’s faced? There aren’t many instances where she did.
** Death’s note**
Oh my, my, my,
Christina? When you ask me about her, I could go on and on,
There were a lot of times where I would her by,
Many times, many close encounters with me,
But there was also something in her that told me it wasn’t the right time,
She was a fighter.
The scars were laid out on her body for her eyes to glaze upon and realize that she was triumphant. Never giving in, never giving up, just giving to herself. She gave herself that one thing every person in this world needs: strength. She never turned her back on herself even though the world had turned their back on her.
“MMM!” Christina slightly screamed, through her shut mouth. “Chrissy, chrissy…” Adam said, “I’m not going to hurt you, ever. I will never hurt you. Trust me, I love you.” Christina’s heartbeat increased in a matter of seconds. She didn’t know whether he meant it truly or not, but one thing I can tell you is that, yes, he did mean it. Every single word.
He began dabbing the alcohol lightly on her cheek and she shifted uncomfortably as her skin felt a burning sensation as if it were coming from the fires of hell itself. She felt her cheeks rise in temperature as it came in contact with the cotton ball. She clenched her fists as to try to block out the pain, but this method didn’t help at all. Adam saw Christina struggling and knew the perfect method to distract her. “Look at me,” he said. Christina obeyed and turned her head towards him and she was met with the most beautiful and endearing pair of hazel eyes. She’s never noticed them before this night. In a matter of seconds, the pain was immensely drawn out from her body and was never to be felt again. With each dab that Adam put on her cheek, nothing hurt her. She was in love. She was falling hard and Adam was there to catch her. Cupid’s arrow shot her right in the bullseye and there was no turning back now. A couple of more dabs, a couple of more inches of moving towards each other.
1…closer…2…closer…3…closer…4…closer…5…closer…6…closer…7…lips. Lips were met, hearts were connected, pain was nowhere to be found, and a new love was formed.
**The three words exchanged between the two**
I love you.
**The two words said by the little boy**
Thank you.
