Kylie is now a fourth year, which means a busier schedule. She finds out that Christian get together with a new girl, and finds out what jealousy is. There is also a new guy, but she isn't sure if she's interested.
I woke up in my bed, I sat up. I looked over at the end of my bed, Christian was sleeping peacefully. I started to get up, but then something held me down. It was Christian, and he was fully awake now.
"Hi." I said.
"Why did you call me?" He asked. I looked over at him, then I remembered. I started to panic.
"I threw up! Christian I don't want to be-"
"You're not, you're fine. I promise." He said. He pulled me into a hug.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Because it wasn't long enough for anything to happen," he replied. "You also throw up when you worry too much."
"What would have happened if you weren't there?" I asked, after sometime.
"I don't know."
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I woke up again, I must've fallen asleep. I looked up. So has Christian. I slowly untangled myself from his grip, I smiled at him. I love him. I grab some clothes from my dresser, quietly, and took a shower.
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Once again, my eyes scaled over the bruises on my body. I shook the memories out of my head, and got out of the shower. I dried off and slipped into my clothes, I walked out of the bathroom, and saw Christian still there, but awake. He had an expression on his face.
"You're awake." I said, trying to make conversation. He just nods, his confused look turned into a worried look. My heart started pounding faster.
"What's wrong?" I asked, he looked deep in thought, and when I spoke I broke him out of his trance.
"Nothing..." He said hesitantly. "Are you okay?" I paused. I didn't really know at this point.
"Uh- I'm... Alright." I also said hesitantly, he got that worried look again. His eyes moved toward my neck. I knew what was there, a blue and purple bruise, from someone I hardly knew. From someone I was harassed by. I moved my hair over it. Then his looked changed again, like he confirmed something. He stood up and walked closer to me. He brushed my hair away from the hickey.
"Are there more?" He asked, referring to hickeys, bruises, cuts. My eyes teared up, I thought of everything but what happened that night. I nodded. He gestured for me to show him, and I did. I was left in my bra and jeans. He looked at the bruises and cuts across my stomach and chest. I turned around so he could see the bruised from when I was shoved against the wall, and shoved to the ground. I turned back around.
"There's more on my legs." I mumbled. I didn't want to see the expression on his face, because if I did, I knew I would break down.
"I could've ran-"
"It wasn't your fault." Christian cut me off, I finally looked up into his eyes, I was on the verge of crying. He pulled me into a hug, and I sobbed into his chest.
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We eventually walked down to the café, we both sat at the table with everyone else. Everyone wanted to know where we've been and what happened, but I didn't want anyone else to know.
