Should I?

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POV: Catie

"Catie Cano! You are supposed to be taking care of her! Not doing head spins! She has a concussion for Christ sakes! If you want her to be better by Wednesday, you need to go back to bed now!" My mom yelled, she is definitely pissed.

"I'm sorry..." I bowed my head in shame.

"Go inside and take a shower." My mom commanded.

"You too Alison." Her mother chipped in.

She squeezed my hand tightly. I can tell that she's about to have a panic attack, so I quickly walk with her to our room and lock the door behind us.

She tries to walk away but I grab her wrist and pull her into a kiss.

"It's gonna be okay. They're just worried about you and want you to get better." I said calmly. Hoping it would sooth her.

"But... they got mad at you when I was just as much to blame... and I know that I'm sounding over dramatic right now but I have a severe anxiety disorder and a severe depressive disorder." She said quietly, about to break.

"Baby, look at me." I said as I lifted her chin up with my index finger. "I shouldn't have even tried to change your mind about getting out of bed... it is my fault. It doesn't bother me. And you having those disorders only make me care about you even more if that is possible. What bothers me is seeing you like this... please smile..." I begged as I wiped her tears away.

She looked me in the eyes then her eyes locked onto my lips. She pulled me down to her level and kissed me passionately.

We kissed for another five minutes or so. God damn I'm addicted to her lips.

"I'm gonna shower because I have sand stuck to me."

"I think I need a shower too but we don't want to waste too much water." She said with a smirk and a wink. I stepped into the bathroom connected to our room and she quickly followed.

"I actually do have to shower though." I said with a chuckle as she locked the door.

"So do I, but that doesn't mean we can't 'help' each other get washed off."

I chuckled before turning the water on and getting undressed. She followed me in.

"Ow shit hot." She winced before leaning into me, using me as a shield from the water.

"Babe, it's not that hot."

"Yes it is!"

"I'll turn it down a little bit." I said while turning around to turn the heat down some. I feel her hand trace my spine. She must've seen the scar...

"Who did this to you...?" She asked in a hurt tone.

I tried to turn around to face her but she grabbed my hips so I couldn't and then continued to trace the scar.

"This is why your spine is your weak spot... but who did this to you?" This time a hint of anger in her voice.

"My um, umm uhh" I couldn't muster up the words.

"Baby, I'm not mad at you. I just need to know who needs an ass kicking when we get home." She assured me while as she let me turn around.

I sighed and took a deep breath. It still hurts to talk about it. "Two years ago, my uncle came to my house because it was exactly a year that my dad had died, so he came to be with us... well, he didn't deal with the loss of his brother so well. They were close. My mom left the house for a little to go get things from the grocery store. That left my uncle and I in the house alone. We were watching TV without talking and I saw out of the corner of my eye that he kept fidgeting. Well, during the beginning of the commercial break. He shot up and went to the kitchen. I stayed still because I could tell that he was pissed because like a said, he wasn't dealing with it well. He came back with a six pack of beers and sat back down, after the sixth beer he went and got another six pack. After his eighth beer, he began to get even angrier than before, but I also saw a tent rising in his pants as he looked at me... so I got up and headed towards the door to leave but he caught my wrist... he pushed me down and broke a beer bottle against the door. He told me that if I moved he'd hurt me... I heard the clink of his belt and I bolted towards the back door, I tripped over the rug and he pinned me down. Whispered in my ear... 'you broke the rules' and then used the broken beer bottle to cut a gash on my back. He completely ignored my screams in pain... but my mom got home as he started to slip his pants off and she grabbed the gun in the closet and shot him twice. Once in the shoulder which caused him to turn around. I then once I was away. She shot him in the dick and then called 911 as she started to fix my back. Her being a cardio thoracic surgeon made her better off than the medics but she let them take me to the hospital because she couldn't do it because it hurt her too much to know that her patient would be her own daughter... but my uncle is in prison now... so it's okay..." I told her. I cried through the whole thing even though I tried to keep it in and stay strong. I turn my head to her because I can't tell that story while looking into someone's eyes. She was crying... a lot... more than I was.

"How could anyone hurt someone as amazing... beautiful... funny... damn I could go on and on... I'm so so so sorry that you had to go through that." She said while crying hysterically crying. She put her soft hands on each side of my face and wiped my tears away with her thumbs.

"I'm okay now though..."

"No you're not, it still hurts you and I can tell that no one helped you to get through it. Maybe physically, but what they didn't know is that emotional pain lasts longer. Is this why you went cold?"

I nodded my head in her hands. Her eyes screamed sorry. I couldn't help it anymore, I pulled her into a kiss. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and I pushed her against the shower wall.

This kiss was different... different than all of the other ones... it was like... pouring our feelings for each other in a kiss. She pulled away after a bit to catch her breath. I keep my eyes closed and rest my forehead against hers. Still holding her.

"Catie...?" She said and I slowly opened my eyes to look straight into hers.

"Yes baby?"

"I... I love you..." She said while closing her eyes and burying her head into my neck. "I understand if you're not ready to say it back but I cou-"

"I love you too" I cut her off of her rant.

"You what...?" She lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes in disbelief.

"I love you too."

She kissed me again before hopping down.

We finished our shower and then crawled back into bed with just underwear and a bra on. Her request mind you. Not mine.

I grabbed the TV clicker and turned on spongebob as she curled up into me.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you more."

"Not possible"

"Yes it is, because I do."

"Nope"

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more."

I chuckled because I knew if I continued to reply. This battle would never end.

I've never been so damn happy and relieved in my life...