My Domestic Creation

Sorry

Elmm's POV:
I sat in my dim lit room with tears streaming down my face. I angrily wiped them away, and brought my knees close to my chest.

I hate arguments. I always have. I hate being confronted or told what to do because it makes me feel small. Like I lost all control.

I took some shaky breaths and got up from the cold, wooden floor. I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I started to strip down and run a hot shower. I got in and sat down on the tile, letting the steamy water wash over me and clear away my bad thoughts.

I let go of all the guilt and pain I was holding back. I let it all out. I cried, and cried, and cried. I cried for what felt like hours.

I finally got myself out of my break down, and turned the water off. I dried off with the white, fluffy towel then got dressed. I put on grey soffee shorts and a white loose tank too that says "wild" on the front. I pulled the mess ontop of my head into a bun, and looked in the mirror.

I had bags under my eyes and my skin had no colour. I rubbed my eyes to get the crust out of them. When I opened my eyes, the room looked fuzzy and black. I felt lightheaded. I grabbed at the wall trying to balance myself. My vision started to come back, so I made my way downstairs.

As I went into the living room, my body felt cold like all the blood was drained from my body. I hugged myself and felt my ribs. I ran my fingers over them and could feel the bones jutting out. Lifting up my shirt, I could see them.

That voice in the back of my head said: EAT!! That's why you can see them!! You need to EAT!!

"No." I whispered to myself. I took a shaky breath and looked over at Angie and Brad's bedroom door. It was open just a crack, and I could here the TV.

I need to apologise.

I gathered up all my confidence, and walked to there room. A few feet from the living room to there felt like walking across Russia. Once I reached the door, I pushed it open a bit to see Angie laying on top of Brad's chest and Brad's arm draped around her back, pulling her closer to him. They look so content and in love.

I stepped in a bit and knocked on the doorway. "Hey," I whispered. Angelina lifted her head off of Brad and looked at me.

"Hey, you can come in," she said smiling. I smiled back and walked to the edge of the bed. I sat down and started playing with my fingers.

"What is it, Elmm?" Brad asked.

"Um...I want to apologise," I said in a small voice. "I just, I'm so used to making everyone think that nothing can hurt me. I do everything so mindlessly and I could get away with it because I never had.."

"Had what?" Angie asked concerned.

"I've never had a parent who cares." I replied bluntly. "So, I'm really, really, sorry." I looked up at Angie and Brad with worried eyes.

"We forgive you," Angelina said, entwining her hand with Brad's. I sighed in relief.

"Come here," Brad said, motioning me to lay between them. I crawled over to them and rested my head on a soft pillow. "What do you wanna watch?" Brad asked. He handed me the remote.

"I dunno," I replied. I scrolled through the channels then spotted Mr. & Mrs.Smith. I smirked and put it on. It was at the beginning of the tango scene after Jane tries to kill John, but fails.

Brad and Angie both laughed out loud. I laughed along with them. They started to do the tango on the TV, and I looked up at them.

"This is my favourite part. This and when you two destroy the house," I stated. Brad just continued to laugh, and Angie smiled at me.

I snuggled my head into her side and sighed in content.
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A/N: I hope you like it!! I really enjoyed writing fluff.

Luff you.
~dahlia