Never Perfect (Ciel x Lizzy, Sequel To Happiness)

His Butler, The Truth

Trigger Warning, I went it to some detail on torture. If it bothers you, don't say I didn't warn you.

Enjoy.

Ciel's P.O.V.

I picked up a blonde curl and twirled it in my finger, playing with her hair as I looked at her.

My wife lie there, asleep. Her eyes shut and her bare body pressed against mine. We had made up in the most beautiful way possible. Her left arm wrapped around me now, her head on my chest as I had one arm around her. My eye patch was off for once.

I know our marriage isn't fine, it is far from that. We keep having the same fight and I think that scares both of us. This time, no one else caused our problems, no one else is involved. It is just us. It is us who caused the problems.

While looking at her, I noticed something. Scars on her back, ones I hadn't seen due to clothing and the length of her hair.

I felt guilt hit me at the sight of them. She had been kidnapped because of her involvement with me. Her parents were dead because of that. She had been tortured because of me. I had seen a few others earlier, like the scar of the gunshot on her stomach among just a few slashes.

But the ones on her back were different. It looked bad. I felt truly sad when I saw it.

I moved her hair to the side, slowly. It was worst than I thought. Horrifying almost. She had several slashes from a belt, some cuts, and a couple of scars that looked as if they could be burns from cigars. All only things you can see if close. I had known her back had been injured but I never imagined it was like this. I let out an audible sigh and as I was about to cover her back up with her hair, she spoke.

"I never wanted you to see them." Elizabeth looked up at me and she sighed.

I felt a from touch my lips. "I thought you were asleep." I said honestly, feeling a little weird for staring at her as long as I did.

"I was thinking about us. And how much I've missed you." She smiled and pecked my lips before her mood took a u-turn.

"I didn't know what you would think of me when you got to see them." She placed a bit of distance in between us. But it wasn't anger it was replaced with, more like sadness.

I felt bad, instantly. "Is that why you never let me see you--?" She cut me off, and looked away.

"Among other reasons, yes, that's why." I leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Darling, I have scars too. What was there to worry about?" I knew the answer. My wife, has always been a bit insecure.

"I don't know, I just thought you would think less of me. They're going to be there forever. I don't know how they look but I remember how much they had hurt." I didn't know what else to say, so I let my words slip out.

"You never told me what they did to you.." Elizabeth pulled away from me and I knew that I struck a nerve I shouldn't have.

She sat up, holding the blanket to cover herself. "Let's talk about it then. I said it myself, ignoring things is just going to cause more problems. I'm going to take a bath and then make us some tea. Then, we talk about what happened."

Elizabeth left the bed and slipping into my shirt, and a fresh pair of undergarments buttoning most of it up. "Lizzy, come back. I didn't mean to ruin the moment." I sighed. I'm glad she wants to talk about it but I feel bad, her lips said one thing but something flashed in her eyes.

"Ciel, that's what this week is for. We have all week to have a million moments, for tonight.. We talk." She combed her long hair.

"I'll be back soon." Elizabeth smiled faintly and left.

"Fuck.." I whispered to myself. I know Elizabeth like the back of my hand (aside from what happened that night) and I swear on my life that I said something I shouldn't have.

I should have waited until tomorrow. I honestly just want to hold her in my arms and sleep.

*****

She came back in, hair wet and combed, in a night gown now. With a tray of tea in her hands. I stood up, (in sleeping clothes of my own) and helped her out.

We sat on the bed, the tray on the table and silence in the air.

She put a curl behind her ear and looked at me. "Okay.. I guess you it's timeI told you everything."

"Lizzy you don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable." I responded. "Not tonight at least."

"I want to." She scooted slightly away and I respected her want for space. "I felt so dirty and ashamed after if happened. I felt as if it were my own fault. Now that I looked back on it, I am simply appalled."

I nodded and she begun her story. "I woke up tied to a chair with our child nowhere in sight. As soon as I woke up they told me that they had already killed Vincent. At the time, I didn't know it was a lie (obviously).

"One man untied me but held me at gunpoint and led me to another room where my parents were." I saw her ball her fist, tears filling those green eyes before she continued.

My wife sighed and her eyes fell to the floor. "They only let me stay in that room long enough for them to torture me in front of my own parents. My dress was unbuttoned from the back and they hit is with wipe, belts, and burned me with their cigars.

"I went through it two additional times so my parents wouldn't have to. And then a man came into the room." She shed a tear and wiped it away quickly.

"He took me to another room and said if I didn't do what they told me, they would make my mother suffer the torture I had gone through. I did what he told me to do." She didn't have to say it. I knew what they had made her do. Elizabeth sighed and shed another tear.

"Then when he told me to go all the way, I refused and he took me back to the room and sit my father. They let my mum live at first but then--" Her voice broke and I felt even worse for making me tell her this story.

"Then someone came in warning them of your arrival and they shot her. They shot me too, but I lived." Elizabeth explained with a final sigh. "That's it."