Remenissions (Avenged Sevenfold)

Chapter 63

Lana's POV

I woke up, in the dark, in a world of pain. I'd fallen out of bed, smashed my shoulder and belted my head on the table that was strategically placed near my bed. Fuck it hurt.

"OW fuck." I cried, sitting up and trying to feel where the fuck I was.

I reached up, feeling my forehead, making sure there was no blood and then I did the only thing I could, I burst into tears. It fucking hurt.

"Lana." Matt mumbled. "What are you doing?"

What was I doing, what the fuck was he doing? He'd kicked me out of my fucking bed.

"Get back into bed." He mumbled.

Get back into bed! With him! He could go fuck himself.

I felt around until I found the couch, then I stood up, making my way into the bathroom. Fuck, just great, I had a huge bump on my forehead and by morning it would be bruised. Great. Fuck, could shit get any worse?

I finished in the bathroom and then stood at the door looking, that asshole was in my tiny bed, no wonder I'd fallen out, he'd probably pushed me. Why was he in there? Trying to make my life miserable?

"Lana." He mumbled again. "Turn off the light."

I flicked the light off and stood there. He was in my bed, well I knew what I was going to do. I headed into the bedroom and climbed into the huge bed. Fuck, it felt beautiful, so soft.

I rolled over and glanced at the clock. 3am, at least I'd had a decent sleep, well until he'd come along pushed me out of my bed. My head was throbbing and I wished I had some ice or something to put on it. That asshole, pushing me out of bed. My shoulder was hurting, well all of me was hurting and I laid there, staring at the big glass window, crying. Could this vacation get any worse? At least I could go home tomorrow, that was something to look forward too.

I wasn't going to go back to sleep, I knew that, now I was awake I'd started thinking again, thinking about everything, everything that had gone wrong and well basically everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Fuck my life.

I heard the bedroom door open and I stopped my crying, listening. Ugh it was him again. Did he want to push me out of this bed too? Maybe I was being dramatic but at this point I was more than a little upset.

"You fell out of bed." He murmured, climbing in.

I ignored him, reaching up to wipe my face. I needed a tissue, but of course there weren't any. Surprise surprise.

"I'm not surprised." He went on, getting comfortable. "That bed is ridiculously small."

"It was fine for me." I snuffled, wishing my nose would stop running.

"Lana, it was not." He mumbled and then I felt him move, move closer to me. "Did you hurt yourself?" He asked, slipping his arm across my waist.

I wasn't answering him, he could fuck right off.

"Lana." He murmured, right next to my ear. "Answer me."

I didn't, I closed my eye's, pretending he wasn't there. I felt him move again and he pressed himself against my back, wiggling around until he got his other arm around me.

"Ouch." I whispered. My shoulder hurt a lot from my unexpected fall out of bed.

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked softly, tightening his arms around me.

Pffft. Of course I hurt myself. He pushed me out of fucking bed. "What did you expect." I cried, wiping my face. "You pushed me out."

"I did not push you out Lana." He whispered.

"Yes you did."

"Shut up." He whispered. "And go to sleep."

That was easy for him to say, his partner wasn't apparently marrying someone else, or pushing him out of bed for that matter.

"Lana." He whispered and now I wished he would go to fucking sleep.

I didn't answer him, no way.

"Sleep." He murmured and he slid his hand up from my waist, to my face, turning it so he could kiss me.

I closed my eye's. He hadn't kissed me for like over a week and I'd forgotten how nice it was. I laid there, enjoying it as the kissed deepened, then I remembered, what the hell was he doing?

"Stop." I muttered, trying to sit up, but he held me down.

"Lana shut up." He murmured against my lips. "Shut up and go to sleep."

How the fuck was I meant to sleep? My head hurt, my shoulder ached, my sunburn stung and he was kissing me. God I'd missed him so much.

"Stop." I cried. "What are you doing?"

"Lana." He murmured. "It's 3 o'clock in the morning, I'm not discussing anything with you now, go to sleep, we can talk in the morning." And then he fucking kissed me again.

I pulled my face away from him. "No."

"Yes." He said. "Now I love you, so please, go to fucking sleep."

Did he say he loved me? And ouch, my shoulder was hurting from laying on it. But I swear he said he loved me.

"My shoulder hurts." I whispered.

He chuckled. HE FUCKING CHUCKLED, then he kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry baby." He whispered.

What was he sorry for? My shoulder or being an asshole?

That was it, I couldn't stand it anymore, my shoulder hurt to much, I had to roll over, so I did and of course he took the opportunity to pull me against him, mushing my face into his chest.

"Does that feel better?" He asked and I didn't answer, I just nodded my head. "Good." He murmured.

I closed my eye's. It felt nice being in his arm's again, I really had missed him, so much, and I kind of hoped he'd missed me. But Courtney, her name jumped into my mind and I thought about everything she'd said to me today. God, was any of it true? I didn't know because now Matt was here, in bed with me, telling me he loved me.

I wish he would wake up and explain himself. How the fuck was I meant to sleep.

I opened my mouth to ask him, I just needed to know, but before I could get any words out, he pressed his lips to mine again.

"Shush Lana." He murmured, smiling against my lips. "Sleep."

That was easy for him to say, he wasn't laying here confused.

I closed my eye's again, only this time it was to enjoy his kiss and god did I enjoy it.

He kissed my forehead softly, pulling me closer.

I guess I should try and get some sleep, maybe a little anyway, and with Matt's arms around me I was feeling comfortable and more than a little sleepy.

"I love you Lana." He murmured again and I closed my eye's, hoping it was true.