Chapter 6
I cry again. I look down and see red. I hate myself for doing this again, especially with Dana in the house. He would try to rescue me and keep me from doing so. I reach the point where it's bearable, and sit on the toilet exhaling, setting down my arms.
My cuts are exposed to the air, and they sting as I move. I cry harder and wish everything would go away.
"Sacha!"
Dana runs to me, kneels down in front of me and grabs my wrists gently. He looks up at me.
"I'm sorry," I whisper in between tears. "I'm so so sorry,"
He takes me to the sink and lifts me up by my waist on the counter as he runs the water. He grabs a face towel out of the drawers and runs it under the water, then places it on my wrists. Slowly and gently, as not to depict any further pain.
"Sacha," he began. I shook my head. "I'm sorry Dana, I really am," I start. He shakes his head. "Don't apologize," he says as he bandages my arms.
It went quiet then. He put his hands on either side of my legs. After a few beats, he asked, "Was it because of me?"
I shook my head furiously. "No, it's just....alot of stuff going on. Sometimes it drives me over the edge. I don't want to..but I do." He nods.
"What kind of stuff?" He whispers in a concerned voice. He looks up at me.
"My friend, *Chalyiaa, is struggling right now. We're sort of going through the same thing, I guess. Missing someone...." He looks down.
I grab his cheek and make him look at me. "I'm sorry." I shake my head. "There's more." I look into his eyes as mine watered some more. "Kenny, he....." I trailed off.
His eyes grew wide. "No. Sacha, please tell he doesn't....?" I nod, and close my eyes as I began to cry some more. "It was only once or twice; he was always drunk after some party. He would shout at me whenever I did something he didn't want, or tried to leave..he would call me names, say I'm worthless and why he ever dated me and junk like that.
Then..he hit me. He would sometimes throw a punch, or a slap, once he kicked me..that type of stuff." I open my eyes and looked at him. I could see the anger boiling behind his eyes. "He hit you?!" He asks, as if he didn't understand what I just told him.
"He better hope that I don't come to his house and beat his ass!" He spat. I grabbed his arms and spoke to him in an attempt to calm him down. "No Dana it's fine really! It doesn't matter and," I hold up my bandaged arms. "I could never forgive myself if you hurt yourself punching his face out." His eyes softened again, and he came back to me, and looked into my eyes again. With me sitting on the counter, we were level headed.
"I'm sorry. I hate this, and I hate that guy. I hate that he does this to you and I hate that I do, too. I'm sorry..." He trails off as I hold his face in my hands. "It's not your fault. Don't apologize." I smile weakly as he does the same.
He pulls me off the counter then, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward my room. I allow him to put me to bed, and in a final moment of doubt, he leans down and kisses my head, before leaving out the door.
"Dana?" I whisper into the darkness. "Stay with me?" I hear the smile in his voice as he says, "Sure."
He pads his way to my bed and gets in behind me. He wraps his arm protectively around my waist, and I don't move it.
"Goodnight Sacha."
A/N: I hope y'all liked it I gave myself major feels just by writing it! If you guys didn't see on my last post on Instagram, we were great last night! Totally amazing, and the crowd really helped alot! They were enthusiastic, and I loved that we got our stuff together! Love you!
*Chalyiaa is pronounced like Maya, Kuh-lie-yuh
Don't over-think it,
We don't have to leave yet
We're just having fun,
What could go wrong
There ain't no question about it,
I'm sayin it's you that I want
Reese's Peaces
