God dammit

Chapter Seven

I sighed and leaned back on the bench outside, waiting for Snake to pick me up. I closed my eyes, listening to the cars drive by and the couples talk as they passed.

After five minutes I heard a car honk. Opening one eye, I saw Snake. I stood up, grabbing my bag and made my way over. The ride home, I was silent. I could see Snake look at me out of the corner of my eye, looking like he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

When we got home, I headed to the shower. I just wanted a nice hot shower to wash all the stress away.

Stepping out of the shower, I pulled on a pair of boy shorts and one of Snake's shirts. I walked into the living room, while throwing my hair into a messy bun.

"Hey Snake," I said, sitting next to him, pulling my feet up underneath me.

"Hey," he said. He didn't look at me. He was zoned at the wall. I looked over and saw a hole in it. I bit my lip.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, softly.

He nodded. I looked down and fiddled with the hem of the shirt. It was one of my quirks, I did it whenever I was nervous. A hand reached out, stopping my actions. I looked at Snake as he laced his fingers through mine. He still stared at the wall.

"Did I do something?" I asked.

He shook his head, "No."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm mad."

"At what?"

"At those men who bothered you at work," he said, finally looking at me.

I was surprised, "how did -"

"Cecil told Cry. Don't be mad at her," he said, "were you going to tell me."

I lowered my eyes but nodded, "I just didn't know how. I didn't want you to go through a rage rampage."

Snake's POV:

I watched as Sophi played with my fingers. I sighed.

"I'm not going to tell you I would take it calmly, because I wouldn't. And I would've been there in a second. But that's because I love you Sophi," I said, placing my finger under her chin and tilting her face towards mine.

"I love you too," I heard her reply softly.

We were silent for a moment.

"I don't want you to regress. You're finally getting comfortable around people. You're becoming the Pebbles, we all knew and loved. I don't want to see those assholes rob you of that. Not like it did," I confessed. I refused to say Steven's name, let alone refer to him as a man. No man does what he did, therefor he was an "it."

She hung her head. I took her hand, pulling her to me. She moved closer, laying against me, resting her head on my chest.

"I know what you're scared of. But..it's going to be a while before I'm myself again. Before I can fully leave the house without being afraid," she said, "but I'm not going to ask you to wait around for me either."

"You're not asking me to."

She sighed, "but you can't be happy sitting here waiting for me to be better. I know you want more than a friendship with me. You want a relationship. I'm not saying I don't want that either, but I don't know when or how long it'll take me to be able to be that comfortable or intimate enough, to be able to be in a healthy relationship."

She was just rambling now, tripping over her words.

I sighed and nudged her, "look at me."

Sophi sat up and turned to me.

"I love you Sophi. I know you need time. I'm not going to push you, nor will I leave. You are you I want. And I'll be here when you're ready."