After the shoot, Nash and I came home and crashed on the bed. I took the beanie off and changed into more casual sweatpants. Nash did the same. I sat on the bed and opened twitter. I scrolled through my feed, nothing too exciting. I lean back against the headboard of our luxurious queen bed, and feel Nash place his hand lightly on my thigh. I sit up and pull him back on the bed, pushing his phone out of the way.
I straddle his waist, and kiss him passionately, not wanting to take it any further. Eventually we roll apart, and he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to his side. I snuggle in to him and listen to his steady heartbeat.
I suddenly feel an all too familiar feeling in my lower abdomen and bolt upright, groaning in frustration at what is to come. I feel Nashes strong hand rubbing my back, "Whats wrong my love?" I just sigh and walk to the bathroom. I freshen myself up and put my start date in my period tracker. I come back to our bed and lay down by Nash, covering my face with my hands. Nash gets the message, and lightly kisses my forehead before jumping from the bed and going downstairs to grab something. I sigh and clutch a small pillow to my stomach to relieve the cramps. I let my eyes close.
Not two seconds later I feel Nash tap my shoulder and I sit up, he has some chocolates and pain medication. I smile and refuse the medications, remembering the troubled past. I feel my heart speed up and I suddenly feel woozy. I push everything, including Nash, out of the way and run to the bathroom. I crumple to the floor and feel tears well up in my eyes as I gasp for air.
I look around my bland room, and start screaming. I run downstairs and grab a bottle of pain meds. I grab a water bottle and run to my room. I dump the medication in my hand and take as many as I can. I start crying hard in realization of what I've done. I lay in my bed for a long time, weird pains taking over me.
I wake up in a hospital, my stomach hurting like I've been stabbed. I look to see my parents, and they wipe their tears away. "DON"T EVER DO THAT AGAIN" my dad snaps, I scream in terror...
Nash has unlocked the door and picked me up in a bear hug. Right now I'm shaking and crying, and can still barely breathe. Nash is whispering sweet nothings into my ear and it is slightly calming, but I am still silently screaming at myself, why do I have to deal with anxiety? Nash sets me on the bed and hugs me tight, resting his chin on my head. "We need to talk it out. Thats what a psychologist once told me. I'm here for you every step of the way."
I nod my head, having calmed down about it a little bit more now. I lift my shirt and point to a pretty big scar slightly above and to the right of my belly button. "You see this scar" He nods silently, worry in his eyes. "When I was twelve I started getting anxiety, and was bullied for it. One night I couldn't take it anymore and took as many painkillers as I could. They ended up pumping my stomach. I have never touched a pain killer ever again, I'm too afraid of the effect." I say as I see tears well up in his eyes. He puts his head in his hands and starts crying. It makes me feel loved to know how much this hurts him too.
I wrap my arms around his torso, and kiss his shoulder blade lightly. He turns around and pulls me into his lap, hugging me and sobbing into my shoulder.
"I wish I could have been there to kiss away the pain, every time it took over your body. I vow that I will be there every time moving forward I promise."
We lay down and fall asleep.
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Authors note!
hey guys, just remember the more stars and comments i get, the more I'll be inspired to write! I really like this chapter.
