Die for us

Do you honestly care about me?

Bryn’s POV –

I yawn; turning over on what I expect to be the car seat since that’s where I was last. To my surprise what I was lying on was much more comfortable. I feel blankets over me and realize that I was now in my bed. I hear light breathing next to me and recognize that it’s Blissity.

I turn my head to look out the window and clouds were covering the sky, making everything else seem dull and colorless. Thunder rumbles in the clouds, I loved thunder. The sound of it always helped me get a good rest. I bring the blankets over my head, straining as I feel a headache settling into my skull.

For the next few minutes I toss and turn, aggravated and uncomfortable. The throbbing in my head was minor but the headache was already getting stronger. I turn and face Blissity and she scratches under her chin, yawning, but still fast asleep. I move closer to her until our foreheads were touching.

Usually when one of us was in pain, we’d hug the other to calm it down somehow. Almost like we were able to heal each other, but not in a supernatural kind of way. Just a sisterly way I guess. I shut my eyes and feel my body calming down, the headache still pounding but less than before.

I should just spend all day lying in bed. If Jason wanted to see me he’d have to come over but that’s dangerous. I know longer have a phone, until I go buy a new one, so he can just show up at random. What if he walks in while Blissity is in here?

I sigh, snuggling against Blissity. She stirs, moving her hand on my face in her sleep.

For now, I’ll think about that later. Right now, sleep is all I care about.

Jason’s POV –

This couch was beginning to be the death of me. Not only was it uncomfortable but at the same time, it was small. Small as in, I can’t turn over without falling on the floor.

I had gotten used to sleeping with Jane, partial reason for me asking if she wanted me to stay with her. Not only did I want to sleep with her because she was my girlfriend and I care for her, but her bed was so comfortable.

Jane was also the perfect person to sleep with, I loved the way she held onto me in her sleep. The way she’d smile in her sleep against my neck or chest or her occasional sighs and yawns or when she plays with my hair.

I lie on my couch staring up at the ceiling. I had tried to get some rest but the couch was just not helping. If I had my way, I’d be next to Jane, arms around her, face buried into her hair. She’d be breathing calmly against my body, holding me tightly as she drifts into a deep sleep.

I lick my lips and groan in aggravation. I want to sleep but I couldn’t, not enough sleep made me cranky and irritable. I wasn’t nice to anyone in that condition. I look at my stomach, the bandage secured tightly around my torso.

Jeff really caught me off guard and to think I let Julian lay a fucking a hand on me.

I shake my head, thinking back on my fight, Jane was just tossed like a rag doll and I was practically killed in front of her. I can only imagine how hard it was for her to watch. When she was holding onto me, thinking I was going to die, that hurt me.

“Jane...I’d die for us.”

My sentence replays in my head and I shut my eyes, remembering how scared and confused Jane looked. I meant every word and syllable that came out of my mouth. I would die for Jane, for us. If it meant she’d be safe I wouldn’t mind taking a stab to the heart or a blow to the head.

I’ve decided that when I was with Jane again, at our secret spot, I’d tell her how I felt. I’d tell her I was in love with her. I can’t afford an incident like what happened recently, to happen again. What if next time we don’t make it? She’ll never know how much I care about her and I’ll never know if she felt the same way.