• One Lifestand [BxB] •

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Zales PoV:

Coming to my senses, the first thing I notice is how soft the sheets feel and how amazing they smell. Too sleepy to comprehend my current situation I just curl back into the warmth coming from behind me, appreciating the provided body next to me.

It isn't until several long minutes later that it finally stuck me what position I'm in and I pry my tired eyes open, forcing the unusual heavy lids to lift. Once I manage them open I'm met with the familiar sight of Marios peaceful sleeping face, very close to my own one. This time he doesn't have his arms wrapped around me but just cuddles himself up to me, or the other way around- we will never know, providing warmth and comfort but also giving me some respectable space.

The gesture makes me crack a  small smile despite everything going on in my life at the moment.

I didn't forget yesterdays events, how could I with the severity of the situation. I however also remember Marios words before I fell asleep in his arms, making me noticably more relaxed, glad that I'm not alone at the moment. God knows what I'd do alone in my apartment panicking myself to death. For now I am safest right where I currently am- at least from my psychopathic ex-boyfriend roaming the streets freely again. The mere thought about him makes my head pound painfully.

Why was Elvis hunting me down anyways, hasn't he done enough damage to me? Four whole years in prison were meant to get that into his head, making him realize what he has done. It doesn't seem to have helped much thought... The scariest thing is how he managed to find me this quick. I changed my address, phone number, e mail- leaving no traces for him to follow, and he still found me in a matter of three days. I had moved seven hours north to New York, leaving my old hometown behind after I couldn't find serenity and peace in the place that hunted my worst nightmares anymore. It scares me to death, making me wonder about what else he is capable of, whether prison only made it worse, increasing his cruelty and sadism. I don't want to go through that once more. I just... I just can't. If history were to repeat itself I know it wouldn't leave me with a single shred of sanity, the image making my heart ache in agony.

I don't know when I started crying but sobs were wrecking my body, tears streaming down the side of my face and soaking the soft pillows beneath my head. I hate how much of an effect the past still had on me. How, with just as little as Elvis face, my whole life and carefully build up confidence is starting to crumble down on me once again. I hated everything about it. I loathed him for doing this to me, I hated the police for not locking him up forever, I hated all this time of my life that has been wasted because of the incident- but most importantly I hated myself for not being able to move on. For not being able to socialize freely, loving freely, trusting freely. For not being able to be myself.

"Hey... What's up little one?" Marios rough morning voice speaks up next to me, still deep and gruff from just waking up. His head shifts a little so he can look into my face searching it for answers that he knew wouldn't be just standing on my forehead. Not trusting my voice I just curl up into a tight ball under the sheets, burrying my face in my knees and hugging them close to my body.
The next thing I know Marios strong arms pull me, still in my pathetic ball form, into his equally strong chest, his arms running up and down my back in a soothing rhythm, once in a while scaping carefully with his nails.

"It's okay..." He starts, unsure of how to put his words, "I don't know what happened at the supermarket back there and I won't force you to tell me... Just know I won't let anyone or anything hurt you. You can stay with me as long as you want, you're more than welcome and you can tell me what happened if and whenever you're ready."