Trusting Milo

VII

I N D I G O

I woke up the next morning, my eyes slightly burning and feeling puffy.

When did I cry?

"Good morning princess," Milo said, his morning voice was raspy and husky which made me feel... turned on?

"Morning," I screeched out, taken back by the sound that came out and the roughness coating my throat.

What the hell happened to my voice?

"Do you remember your nightmare last night?," Milo asked, curiosity coating his question.

That explains my stinging eyes and burning throat. God damnit, another nightmare. In front of everyone?!

"Oh no... did I disturb you guys? I-I didn't mean to. I forgot my medication at home... that usually gets me through the nights," I blurted out, not being able to control my rambling.

"You take medications for your nightmares?," he asked. I could sense the irritation in his voice. It's probably because I interfered with his sleep. Stupid stupid stupid.

I nodded my head so that it didn't seem like I was ignoring him. I noticed his fist clenched tightly, the whites of his knuckles appearing. I didn't know what do, but it seems my actions were speaking for themselves this morning as my hand gently landed on top of his. This seemed to have calmed him down because the clenching stopped.

"Lets join the others for breakfast," he said while pulling me up off the couch. I was thankful for his change of subject.

Everyone ate in silence. I was trying to talk myself down from having a mental breakdown.

These people will never invite me over again...

As if Vera could sense my uneasiness, she put her plate in the sink and yelled out, "who wants to go to the mall?!"

Em shot out of her seat quicker than the speed of light. "I'll get my shoes!," she squealed as she disappeared down the hallway. The boys all laughed, making me forget why I was even upset.

We spent the day hopping from store to store. Sometimes the guys would venture into their own choice of clothing shop, while the girls dragged me to theirs. I didn't have any money so I was really just window shopping and helping them pick out some outfits.

Em handed me a black sheer bag with a bunch of clothes in them, "Try these on! I think I did really well judging on your current style."

"Oh no, I don't have my wallet on me today," I stated quickly, knowing that was a lie. I've never even owned a wallet.

She flicked her wrist in the air, "Not a problem sweet cheeks, Milo insisted we get you some new things."

"Really, it's okay. I don't like owing people," I replied. That part was actually true.

"Yeah, well I don't like Milo being mad at me. And he definitely will be if you don't walk out of this store with some bags. Money has no concept with this family, so don't even fret," she said while dangling the bag in front of me.

I wanted to refuse but I could tell I was getting nowhere. She wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. I sighed in frustration but took the bag from her and headed towards the fitting room.

She actually chose rather appealing outfits and all were my style. She somehow knew me very well, even got the correct sizes. Most of the shirts were loose and I was really thankful for that. There were a couple tank tops and a few pairs of shorts, but I politely declined those. Those kind of clothes will show too much skin, and I don't need my bruises on display.