Aishas POV
I blinked shaking myself awake as the bleeping of machines met my ears echoing around the massive room. I placed my hand on adams which was cold to the touch, his hair was shoved to the side falling over those blue eyes. I watched the machine going up and down the tube in his nose helping him breathe, the stiches standing out through his silver hair as he slept. I moved his fringe away from his closed eyes gently my fingertips brushing his forehead, tommy had since been arrested for keeping adam locked up. I didn't hate him, in fact I felt sorry for him. He was obviously ill, like mentally he needed help and I hoped he would get that.
I had filed for divorce now, no more lies, no more secrets. Adam was in the hospital because of me, me and my stupid actions. Hes been in a medically induced coma for at least a week now, the Iv drip in his hand giving him the antibiotics he needed for the pneumonia. That musty old basement and the cold has caused a hell of a lot of trouble, as for tommy the damage he did was unforgiveable. Adam had to have 20 stiches in his head from the gash tommy had made by hitting him with whatever it was. I hadn't left his side since, I felt as though I had a debt to repay him for the way ive treated him.
Yet as I watched him sleep I knew that the way I felt was strong, "adam please wake up. I need you, we need you" I begged resting my hand on my stomach. His fingers squeezed mine gently,"adam?" I asked. I watched as his eyelashes fluttered his hand holding mine, "nurse!" I shouted as she ran in. "Hes waking up" I said as she pulled out a torch and shone it in his eyes, he shied away from the light as she checked his pulse and the machines around us.
"Adam can you hear me" she said as he nodded slowly yes, "adam can you open your eyes?" she asked as icy blue eyes looked up at her. "Good, do you know where you are" she questioned writing on the clipboard as he nodded. "Can you tell me your birthday?" she asked, "29th January" he whispered. "Good here drink this" she replied lifting a glass of water to his lips. "Will he be ok?" I asked as she nodded "oh I think so" she replied as she left.
"Youre still here" he said, "I can go if you want me to" I answered. He grabbed my hand "I don't want you to" he replied as I smiled and sat down. "You scared me so much, I thought I was going to loose you" I told him, "I wont do it again I think ive had more than enough of crazy psychos" he replied. "About that, im sorry you had to find out I was married like that. When I confronted tommy I was going to come over and tell you, but you got there first I guess I knew my marriage was over when he first told me how lovely Annabelle was" I told him.
"He said he dragged you from the gutter and turned you life around" he answered, I laughed "I used to think that. My past, well it isn't pretty" I said. "Id like to know" he replied his blue eyes meeting mine. "When I was in secondary school I was bullied so badly by people, I was the nerd with the glasses and braces always reading. I was humiliated every day of my life, after I was thrown into the school rubbish bags I said enough was enough. I ditched the glasses, burnt the books and changed my clothes. I joined a gang, got into drugs, drink and sleeping around" I started.
His hands stayed laced with mine as I sighed "My parents got fed up with the constant calls from my school. I was always in trouble for smoking or coming in drunk or getting into fights. Then I broke into a shop, my parents went nuts. They kicked me out and washed their hands of me, I resulted to selling my body for money. Tommy found me one night laying on the kurb completely smashed and covered in my own sick. He took me in got me help and made me a better person, I stayed with him because he told me he loved me. I needed that safety, that net to keep me on the right track" I explained.
"Then things got serious, he was like my lifeline as I relapsed a few time. He was like my rock helping me through everything, I needed to find something to feel so I started self harming. Tommy found out put me in rehab and stuff, then when I had been without a drink or drugs for a year he proposed. I got into modelling, tommy thought it would stop me hurting myself being able to express me feelings better. It worked for a while then Annabelle walked into his life all fake boobs and hair extensions. I felt like her was slipping through my fingers I resorted back to hurting myself. He found me one night bleeding on the bathroom floor, he promised me he wouldn't see her again and I believed him. Until he went out all night and smelt like her then I knew it was over our marriage that is. That's the first time I had drunk in ages the night I met you" I finished as he blinked.
"Wow, so do you still you know hurt yourself?" he asked, I looked down "I almost did that night when I met you. But then you were so decent to me, its weird. You were like the light shining through the dark in my head. Im not a strong person Adam, now you know how messed up I actually am" I said. He smiled "I don't mind. I think youre stronger than you think, im proud of you look how far you've come since then. You've turned into a beautiful young woman, we all have scars and pain its what shows us weve lived" he explained. "That's deep" I replied as he laughed, "I like your crazy. I love you Aisha. I want to be with you, if you'll have me" he mused. "Only if you will have me" I answered, "of course but no more lies" he told me. I nodded as he lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it.
