My Chemical Romance

sixteen

I woke the next morning on the couch in Jay’s living room with my head in his lap.  I remember watching TV with him at 1:00 in the morning and then falling asleep with my head resting on the arm of the couch on the other side.  My feet had been tucked under his legs because they were freezing since I was wearing thin socks.  So how did I end up in his lap?  I have no idea. 

Sitting up I stretched slowly, feeling an ache in my stomach from the bruise that remained after my encounter with Jared.  I stood up and ran a hand through my hair before sneaking a glance at Jay’s adorable sleeping face.  I already knew he was adorable when he slept but even more so without his glasses.  He was still in his outfit from last night like I was, not that I had anything to change into. 

I walked over to their bathroom which was surprisingly clean for having 2 guys live in it.  In the mirror, I saw that most of my makeup had washed away, making my bruises more visible.  I lifted my arm that felt unusually sore.  There was a nice bruise on it in the shape of a large hand.  I let out a breath in aggravation. 

I took a peek outside of the bathroom before I lifted my black top, revealing a circular bruise on my flat stomach.  I groaned at how hideous it was and lightly traced the outside of the bruise where it almost appeared to be black instead of purple.  This was probably why my stomach was unusually knotty yesterday after seeing that guys broken nose.  It was still recovering from that damn goon’s knee being slammed into it.  I wonder if there are any remedies that can make bruises go away faster.  I’ll have to look into that. 

Just as I was about to put my shirt down I heard “Everything okay?” Pulling my shirt down  I whipped around to see Jay standing in the doorway.  Did he see it?!  Oh, no, I hope not.  He walked over to me as I said

“Yeah, I’m good.”  He cooked an eyebrow as he crossed his arms and said

“What was on your stomach,” he asked.  I noticed that his cheeks were a little redder then usual but ignored it as best I could. 

“Birthmark,” I said walking past him.  I heard him turn and walk after me while saying

“So you have a purple birthmark on your stomach?” 

“Yes, is there something wrong with that,” I asked as I entered the kitchen.  I grabbed the tea pot and began to fill it with water.  Before I could finish Jay poked me in the stomach, right where I was bruised.  I dropped the pot in the sink, making it clatter, and wrapped my arms around the wound.  Gritting my teeth to hold back a moan of discomfort I heard him say

“Birthmark my ass, Eva.  Now let me see.”

“No you perve,” I said, keeping my arms around the bruise. 

“I’m not being a perve, I’m concerned,” he said loudly.  “What if you have a broken rib or something?” 

“I don’t.” 

“I’m going to give you to the count of three-“before he could finish I bolted out of the kitchen, knowing what he would say.  I wasn’t going to let him see without a fight.  The bathroom door was in sight but I was quickly grabbed around the waist and thrown over a shoulder. 

“Put me down Jay!”  I pounded my fist on his back which did nothing.  Before I could throw a kick in he dropped me on the couch and said

“There.”  He straddled me so I couldn’t get up or struggle.  Pinning my arms above my head, he stopped me from hitting him which just isn’t fair.  “I just want to see Eva.  It’s for your own good.”

“No its not!  You wouldn’t be able to tell if anything’s broken anyway!”  His hand clutched the edge of my shirt as he looked back up at me.