Chim Foreign-Exchange

Part 17

Kim's POV

I was sleeping, soundly - that is until I heard screaming and shouting. I panicked; I wanted to rush over and see what the problem was, to make sure my girl was okay. But I had to stay still, had to control my legs from running out of my room. They're married, he is her husband - they are having a disagreement.

"You can fck right off! I don't give a rats fcking ass what you think mate!" I heard Cheryl shout. A smile creeped along my lips, she was defending herself, she was standing her ground. She wasn't taking his sh*t - and for once, I wasn't worried about her; because I knew she could handle it.

"You're my wife! And what I say goes!! Put on that fcking dress and smack on some lipstick! Hurry your fcking slutty ass up! Don't think I haven't forgotten what neighborhood you've come from! Acting like you've made something out of yourself!" He spat angrily, it went quiet - too quiet

"Come on Cheryl" I whispered, hoping I would send her some confidence to blow up on him

"I'm not going anywhere with you" She said calmly, I was praying to God he wouldn't touch her - because if he were to touch her, I wouldn't be able to control my actions

"I don't know where you fcking got this sudden confidence, you are still the Newcastle trash I met all them years ago! You'll never be anything but trash to me!" He hissed, then suddenly the echoing sound of Palm to skin contact echoed through the halls. My heart rate picked up, I was on my feet ready to stop this madness until she spoke up

"Don't you ever - ever speak to us like that again! Go fck yourelf!" He didn't say anything, all that was heard were footsteps getting further and further. Before I knew it she was coming into my darkened room, she didn't see me stood in the corner; watching her every move. She was breathing heavily trying to get herself under control, she never did like me seeing her cry; although I always told her to show me every emotion she was feeling - to never hide herself from me

"Baby?" She whispered crawling into bed, only to her disappointment; it was empty

"Baby, where are you?" I wanted her to stop hiding her emotions, and I knew if I didn't answer she would break down, and let down her walls along the way. So I stood there as she panicked in the blacked out room, waiting as she frantically threw the covers off the bed and switched on the lamp. She was in a frenzy, maybe she thought I would be hiding under the sheets

"Cheryl" I said making her head shoot up, she had been silently crying

"Cheryl don't be scared to show me yourself" I whispered, walking cautiously over to her - the overflow of tears streaming down her flushed cheeks

"I'm so proud of you" I smiled, sitting next to her on the bed. She cocked her head to the side, smiling sadly through her tears

"Y-You're proud of us?" She sniffed, what a stupid question to ask

"Did you not hear yourself?" I asked, I could tell she was dying for some contact from me. She was fidgeting in her spot, hoping and praying for me to pull her into me - hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright

"It's you" She laughed lightly

"Everything is because of you" I crawled further into bed, making her silent wishes into reality. Wrapping my arms around her, letting her lay on top of me as she let the silent cries become known

"E-Everything I-I am is because of y-you" She sobbed into the crook of my neck

"That's not true Cheryl, it was all you out there. I was worried for a second-" I said making her lift her head up and look at me, she didn't need makeup - not an ounce of makeup. She wasn't trashy, she was elegant, thoughtful, beautiful.