Prompt: After a messy break up with Sweet Pea, you find yourself wanting him back. Memories from your past relationship haunt your mind.
Warning: Some triggering subjects
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"Come on baby" Sweet Pea smiled, "Time to get up" Sweet Pea shook your shoulder
You smiled playfully, turned over, and closed your eyes once again.
You two ended up play fighting until you finally gave in.
"Ok, ok, you got me" You giggled
You had been throw over Sweet Pea's shoulder. He puts you down and grabs your cheeks.
"I always do" he laughed, walking into the kitchen with you trailing behind him
"Y/n, y/n!"
"What, yes?, sorry, I'm up" You groaned, sitting up and stretching
You planted a small kiss on Carson's cheek, threw on your bath robe, and headed to the bathroom.
Taking a scolding hot shower always helped clear your mind. Although you hated looking at yourself, especially naked.
You run your fingers over your thigh, a beautiful rose tattoo filled the space on your skin. Running your fingers over it, you could feel the protruding scars that lay underneath. Carson never asked about it.
"What.. what is that" Sweet Pea stuttered, standing in the doorway of the bathroom
"PEA WHAT ARE YOU DOING" You screamed at him, you were undressing to take a shower when he walked in
"What is that" he asked again, more stern this time
"What is what" You asked blankly, even though you knew what he was talking about
Sweet Pea stomped into the bathroom and pulled you out from the bathroom curtain which you had been hiding behind. You covered as much as you'd could with your hands.
"Stop! Don't touch me!" You screamed as he layed you on the bed
Sweet Pea grabbed your leg and tried to pull in open, you tried to fight him but there was no use. He had found out your darkest secret.
It was quiet as we both watched Pea's finger go back and forth on the deep slices in my inner thigh. I looked back up to his face and saw a tear slide down his cheek. Which was truly an amazing sight, Sweet Pea has never cried.
"W-why" Sweet Pea stuttered
You opened your mouth to explain but nothing would come out.
"Why!" He asked again, more tears started to fall from his face
I watched his eyes as they flashed from sadness to anger and then to deep concern.
A tear slid down your cheek as the very clear memory floods back into your head.
"Let me help you" He asked, holding my hand
We had both been crying, our eyes puffy and red and our hearts slightly broken.
I nodded my head yes.
Sweet Pea sat me down at our couch and gave me tissues, a bag of chips, and turned on a show for me to watch. I smiled at his attempt to make me feel better.
"I have an idea"
"What's that?" I asked him
"Let me put something beautiful.. over your past, so you can look at it and think of me and how so so beautiful you are"
