Poppy Seed Muffins

Chapter 7

A/n: hi ^-^ I haven't updated in like, a year

but I know you guys still love me

Right?

Guys?

Hello?

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I'm dragged back into the room.

"Adrian!" I say angrily. "Stop". He pulls me all the way back to the couch, sitting me down slowly. "why would you ever think you're not worth my time?" he says quizzically. He sits next to me and I glare at him. what right does this guy have to say something like that? "I'm not worth anyones time, really" I whisper more to myself than anything. tears start to sting my eyes, clouding them. He looks intensely at my face, analyzing it. "What happened?" he says seriously. I just look down to my hands and the bandages encasing them, thinking about what to say. I look back at him.

I take a breath.

I unwrap my bandages.

I just sit there, without even exchanging a word, peeling back the bandages angrily. The bandages drop to the floor, exposing my naked hands and wrists. He gasps lightly. His eyes trail over my hands slowly, I think hes trying to read what I wrote in them but there's no point because I've written so much that the letters overlap each other, making the words indistinguishable. My hands throb. they feel as if my emotions are trying to dig their way out of them. My sadness. My guilt. My hate.

Adrians eyes slowly trail up from my wrists and along my arms, stopping at my face. Tears roll down my face and land on my battered hands, making my face scrunch with pain. "I'm sorry" I whisper, another frustrated tear falling from my chin. Adrian leans towards me and brings his lips to my ear...

More tears roll down my cheeks at his tender words of affection. "How?" I whisper "how can you still be so nice and calm and care about me even after seeing what the nurses called a disgusting problem!?" I take a breath, glancing in his direction. "It's not disgusting to me, but it's very worrying because I hate seeing you in pain like this..." he says in a low voice.

My hands start bleeding due to the way I ripped the bandages off them. Blood starts pooling in my hands and dribbling down the sides of my palms and fingers, falling onto the floor.

"Oh! I'll go get you some clean bandages and some antiseptic!" Adrian exclaims kinda loudly. "Ok..." I sigh nonchalantly, watching the beautiful crimson fluid drip on the floor and old bandages that sit crumpled on the ground, absorbing the puddle of blood below my hands.

Adrian returns with bandages and packet of antiseptic wipes. He rushes around to the front of me and accidentally steps in my blood puddle, but it doesn't stop his rushed movements to open the antiseptics and extremely tenderly wipe down my hands, careful not to cause me pain.

"Adrian?"

"Yes"

"Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

"WHY ARE YOU BEING SO FUCKING NICE!?" I scream, more tears running down my puffy cheeks. "WHY DO YOU ACTUALLY CARE? WHY ARE YOU TREATING ME LIKE THIS!?"

His now watery eyes look directly in to mine.

"Because..."

"I love you"

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Helloooo my children!

Thank you for reading so far 😊

*wiggles body semi errotically in celebration*

I'll go home...

Anyway, really I just wanna say thanks for not vomiting at my writing skills and reading my garbage, I really appreciate it ♡

Oki, bye bye my little gherkins 😊