(Bc I'm a sucker for sad songs on sad chapters?) Breathe - Jessie J.| World of Chances - Demi Lovato | Who Are You - Fifth Harmony Come Home - One Republic | Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran | that order too ok bye
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Josilyn POV
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The next morning I woke up with a sense of deja-vu. Since Louis, I've only slept alone a certain amount of times that I could count with using one hand. All of which every time felt the exact same: unimaginable pain. Last night was the worst.
A part of me was hoping last night was just a dream; that Louis wasn't in the bed because he was just making me breakfast like the amazing husband he is. I hoped that all the yelling, anger, pain–physical and mental, and baby scare was all just a nonexistent nightmare. It was a nightmare alright, but I figured out I wasn't dreaming when I woke to my stomach pains. It was real.
I pulled the covers off of me and slowly attempted to sit up. I placed my hand on my stomach and my other on the bed's headboard for support as I carefully swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I sighed of relief once I was standing and headed for the bathroom.
I sat on the edge of the tub and turned the water on. Perhaps a bubblebath would do me good, to soak in hot water to ease the soreness. As I waited for the tub to fill up, I stood in front of the sink, brushing my teeth and cleaning my face off, although the rings under my eyes didn't quite go away. Afterwards just sitting and inspecting my injuries.
Once I was finally sat in the hot water, I felt some of my stress raise off of my shoulders along with the steam. I sighed, running my fingers over the hill of my stomach peaking out of the water, and twinkling my toes through the bubbles. This feeling was a major contrast to my last night experience. This felt nice, relaxing. Last night didn't.
Though when it was time to get out, is when I realized that I hadn't thought this through. It would be a pain in the ass trying to get myself out when it hurt like hell just bending my side. But, it had to be done.
I gripped the edge of the tub in my right hand and the small railing, that was implanted on the shower wall, in my left. With the support, I carefully tried to lift myself up, praying the railing didn't break and my hand wouldn't slip.
Luckily, it didn't.
After taking thirty minutes just to dress myself, I decider it was time to award myself for my efforts by eating breakfast, and talking to Louis, hoping he was in a better mood and would at least listen.
I was three steps down the stairs, when I suddenly found myself stopping and clutching the side of my stomach as a slight whimper left my mouth. I breathed in and out carefully to attempt to subdue some of the pain. I just needed to make it to the downstairs coffee table where I sat my pain medication last night.
I take another slow step and then another. Every movement hurt. It felt like the man broke something when he had kicked me, but Philip said I was luckily only bruised. It was hard to believe but I trusted his word as I continued my way downstairs, cringing on every step.
"Josie?" I heard from behind me. I turned my head to look up the stairs from my place on the way down, and saw Zayn, slowly coming down.
I gave a small awkward wave, "Morning Zayn."
