Mr Barlow

Chapter Twenty-Two

*Garys P.O.V*

"What?" I asked her as she just stood there in my top that's obviously to big for her but I love seeing her in it.

"I messed up." I felt my heart beat faster, why had she? What had she done? Is she okay? Her eyes were glossy threatening to spill any minute now.

"How?" I felt that my voice was soft and comforting hoping whatever it is she won't hold back. She's scaring me, she seems so distant and she never seems this distant.

"I was in the bath-" She started explaining. No, no, no, no. She best not be going where I think she's going with this. "-And I was shaving my legs ready for tomorrow-" I'm pretty sure the colour in my face must have ran by now because I'm sure I know what she's going to say. "-And my hand slipped and-" Her voice broke as she tried to carry on struggling to hold her tears back I know.

I didn't need to hear what she was going to say, if she said it it would just hurt even more. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her and just held her and let her cry into my top, trying myself to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry." I heard her whisper into my top although I felt it more than heard it. I didn't know what go say, I didn't know what I could say. "Are you angry with me?" She muttered.

"Of course I'm not." At least I didn't think I was. "Why would I be?" Once I'd asked her that she pulled away from me. Her face was covered in tears so I did the best that I could to wipe away the dampness off her cheeks.

"I- I don't know." She stuttered out. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry the first time I didn't mean to any then I got caught up in it and all I could do was focus on the shit that's happening and I'm really sorry I am and-"

"Shh, it's okay." I cut her off to save herself. "Can I see? Because I've got a thousands thoughts running through my head how many and how deep and I'm think the worse and I'm hoping it's not as bad as I think." She walked away from my grip and moved over to the sofa, she picked up the blanket that I was going to have over us as we watched tv. She held it in front of herself as he wiggled out of the sweats. I wanted to hug her, I wanted to hold her, I wanted to kiss them better, I wanted to kiss her better, but I was frozen as she stood there watching me looking at her.

She wiggled her finger in a way to tell me to come over to her, which I did. It was only a few feet from here to her but in the process of walking over it felt like a thousand thought were going through my mind. She gestured for me to hold the blanket which I did. Then, I dropped it as my heart rate increases.

*Katies P.O.V*

He gasped as he dropped the blanket making my eyes snap shut as I heard him gasp. It made my heartbreak at the gasp because it was an upset gasp. I honestly thought he'd be angry, I don't know why I just thought he would, everyone else always was.

Even though I couldn't see him I knew his eyes were focused in the marks, those stupid, stupid marks. I opened my eyes but didn't look at him, I knew he'd have a broken look on his face and I didn't want to know I was the reason for it.

"Lie down." He kindly told me.

"What?" I asked him confusion clear in my voice.

"Lie down on the sofa please." This time I did as I was told, I moved myself over to the sofa and lay down stretched out on it with my head rested backwards on the arm rest. I felt him climb on the sofa and sit in between my legs making me flinch as they moved. "Don't do it again... Please." He asked as he lightly rubbed his thumbs over the cuts, making me flinch again slightly. He then moved his thumbs over my scars rubbing them just as gently but this time I didn't flinch. "Battle wounds." He muttered under his breath. "Promise?" He repeated himself.