Bruises ↛a.c.m

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| A Q U I L A |

we make it home after the hospital and I was pretty exhausted to do anything else so I change out of my outfit and I change into a pair of sweats and a loose black t-shirt that reads:
me? sarcastic? never.

I pull my hair into a messy bun and I walk back out to the living room and I sit on the stool as austin pours a cup of coffee into two mugs and he sets one in front of me.

"so can we talk about when I go home?" I say and he looks up at me, his face falling and my index finger traces the edge of the cup.

"you want go home already?" he asks and I laugh lightly, noticing that he seems a bit sad about the subject.

"austin, I have to eventually." I say. "I wasn't going to stay here forever." I add and he nods, taking a long sip from his coffee before setting his mug down.

"I know but I thought you would stay longer, you know? I kind of got used to having you around even if it's been a few days." he says and my heart flutters at the fact that he actually liked having me around.

"I think you need your bed back. I've heard you complain about your back pain a few times." I smile and he walks over to me, sitting on the stool beside me and he places a hand on my thigh.

"then we can sleep in the same bed." he says and I burst into a light laughter and I lean in to kiss his cheek.

"sweet, I've already spoken to my mom. my dad comes home tomorrow, he's prone to get recovery at home if everything looks good tonight and tomorrow morning. I think I should go home and help my mom." I explain and he lays his head on my shoulder and I run my free hand through his curls.

"yeah, I know." he says, sadly and I pick up his face in my hands and I press my lips to his and he gently scoots me closer to him by my hips.

our kiss is interrupted by a light knocking on the door and I pull away, his brows burrow before he hops off the stool and I take a drink from my coffee as I watch him pull the door open.

"what the hell are you doing here?" he says softly but I could tell he wasn't happy and I grow curious at who may be at the door.

"I know it's late but I wanted to see you." a women's voice says and I burrow my eyebrows before I, as well, hop off the stool and I walk to austin, my hand being placed on his back.

he jumps slightly and he turns to look at me, shutting the door enough to keep the women unexposed. I couldn't help but think that whatever he was hiding, I didn't want anything to do with it.

"austin, who is that?" I ask and I glance at the door and his face holds a sad look and I cross my arms over my chest. I needed answers. "austin, please." I push.

"she's my. Aquila, I can't." he says, fumbling to form words and I sigh, my hands smacking my thighs. "I'm sorry." he says and he opens the door again, this time he disappears into the hall and I close the door.

I could hear their muffled conversation but I couldn't exactly figure out what they were talking about. she sounded older, much older than him and I. was he seeing someone else? was there something I didn't know that I should be concerned about?

after about fifteen minutes, he walks back in, glancing at the doorway and I took the wildest guess that she was still standing in the hallway.

"Aquila." he says and I look up at him. "look, I can explain but I don't know how exactly you'll take this." he burrows his eyebrows as he glances at the ground and my face expression softens.