Safe Place ~ WayHaught

Semicolon (part 1)

(The option to stop. . .)

~Waverly POV~

"Okay!" I don't think I have ever been this upset. "Fine, maybe I am pissed off, but I have every right to be!"

"I know, babygirl. But don't hold this in." Wynonna tries to squeeze my arm to comfort me, but I slap it away. "Okay. Okay, I won't touch you." She pauses.

"I'm sorry.

"Look, Haughtstuff is upstairs right now, she's being considerate enough to give you space and not follow you in here. Maybe you should be considerate enough to either talk to her or let her know it's okay to leave."

"Fine." I huff and go back upstairs to talk to Nicole. Honestly, I'm probably about to kick her out and not let her come back for a while. Or maybe I should just listen to her.

She said I don't love her. How could she possibly think that?

Maybe the fact that you're getting so pissed off instead of trying to reassure her is just proving her point.

"Hey, Nicole." I walk over to her and sit by her on my bed. "I'm sorry I stormed off. I'll listen now."

She sighs and looks up at me. I can tell she's been crying and I desperately want to kiss away the tears, but now isn't the time for that. I have to listen. We have to communicate. And I really do love her, so I need to at least try.

"It's fine." She whispers and my heart breaks.

"Sweetheart, it's not fine. You think I don't love you. You think I'm embarrassed to be with you." I have to choke back tears. I can't make this about me anymore. "How can I prove that I do love you? How can I show you that I'm not embarrassed?"

I don't want to fight with her.

"Waverly," Nicole stops herself from talking. I can tell that she just doesn't want to go wherever she was about to. "You can't. There's nothing that I'm willing to ask you to do."

What's that supposed to mean?

"Nicole," I try to find my words, but this is starting to feel a lot like a breakup. "I love you."

She sighs starts to move off the bed before deciding against it. I lay down in our favorite position so my head is resting on her leg and I'm facing her stomach. She doesn't move me off of her, but she doesn't rap her arms around me or play with my hair either. I can tell that she's mad at me, but I don't know why. It's like that thing she does where she's really mad about one thing, but she says she's mad about something else. I have an idea about what it could be, but I could be wrong.

"Did you have another nightmare, baby?" I ask her. She's been having them a lot lately and I want her to know that I'm here for her. She nods. "You want to talk about it?"

She never does, but she likes when I ask.

"I was in the woods." She starts and I'm surprised that she's trusting me with this. "At a music festival. I was six, and I - I was there with some relatives. I went down by the river and. . ." She takes several shaky breaths before continuing. "And then I saw it. I don't know what happened, just that there was a lot of blood. The bodies were arranged in a weird pattern." I sit up and pull her to lay on my legs in the same way that I was on hers. I let her arms wrap around my waist as she lets her tears out on my shirt. "How could anyone love me after that? After I just. . . ran away."

"Hey." I say softly, but bold enough so she listens. "I love you. I will always love you. No matter what, okay?"

She nods.

"Nicole," I cradle her in my arms and kiss her forehead. "This wasn't just a nightmare, was it?"

"No." She whispers. "It was real."

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Part 2 should be up tomorrow!!

Love you

~ Jordan Ben