♤ WARNING: SELF HARM ♤
My phone rings.
[incoming call: blake 💔 ]
Davina slides to answer.
"Blake. What do you want?" She says while sitting up, making sure not to wake up dom. She looks over at him, he stirs in his sleep.
"You, Davina. I want you. I made a mistake. I still love you." He says, clearly drunk.
"Well I don't love you anymore. You raped me night after night, you would hit me when you were sober saying I was nothing. I would spend days scared that you would get drunk and rape me again. I was scared! I LOVED YOU ONCE! YOU KNEW ABOUT KEVIN YOU KNEW HE RAPED ME TILL I WAS 15!! YOU KNEW I HAD TROUBLED PAST!! I SPENT THREE MONTHS IN A MENTAL HOSPTIAL!!" I yell at him over the phone, tears rolling down my checks, dom looks up at me. " The line goes dead.
I get up, grabbing my purse and head to the bathroom. I can't bottle this up, but I can't tell Dom. Reaching for my blade. The blade that I swore to Izzy and Addy that I would throw away but I couldn't. Turning on the water, all the pain from conversation with blake and our relationship comes rushing back. Grabbing the blade so familiar in my hand. Cutting my wrist again and again to let the pain out. There's a knock on the door.
"Dav?" Dom says, he sounds like he just woke up.
"Go away, please. I'm sorry." I say tears rolling down my checks, He knocks again.
"Davina? Everything okay? Open this door!" Looking at my bleeding wrist and the blade in my hand.
"No, everything is not okay," I take a deep breath before saying, "I just got off the phone with Blake." The door opens, Dom is standing in front of me shirtless with a pair of pj bottoms on, his blonde hair a mess.
I look at the love of my life, her emaerald eyes bright tears streaming down her checks, and her wrist bleeding, the blade in her hand. Grabbing a washcloth wrapping it around her wrist. I grab her hand.
"Davina Lewis, your the love of my life. For two years I thought Sarah was, she was great. But she isn't the love of my life, you are. Blake didn't love you, I know deep down you knew that. He hurt you, my love. I'll never hurt you. I promise you. I love you," I say.
"Oh Dominic. I don't know why I answered that damn phone. He was drunk, I could tell from the way he was talking, he talked like that when he wanted me when he raped, when he knew it hurt, he would make me bleed. He drove me to self harm, Izzy and Addy found out when I cut so deep that I had to go the hosptial. While I was there they diagnosed me with bipolar disorder." I feel his thumb wrap my tears.
I look at her tear strain checks, the way her emerald eyes shine with tears. She's pouring her soul out trusting me with this secret.
"Your my weakness," he says.
