He Saved Me

Chapter seventy two

~Masons P.O.V~

"No, no. Stop it. Please" I am woken up to whimpering.

"Make it stop. It hurts" Leah shakes in my arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Leah, hey. Its okay, its me" I hug her, trying to wake her up.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault" She whispers, her voice cracking.

"Hey, wake up. Please" I say as her eyes shoot open.

"M-Mason" She sobs into my chest.

"Leah, shh. It's okay, I got you" I run my hand up and down her back, trying to stop the sobs.

"I-I'm sorry" She chokes out.

"Don't be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. Everything is okay. You're safe now" I coo.

"But" She starts to say.

"But what?" I continue to rub her back.

"I-I can't" She starts to sob again.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me" I let her cry on me. Why won't she tell me something?

"You can go back to bed now. I'm going to get some water" She says after a few minutes, wiping her eyes.

"No, lay down. I'll get the water" I jog down the stairs and into the kitchen, afraid of what she'll do if alone.

When I walk into the room I see her staring at her phone.

"I never went for the tattoo" She turns to look at me. Her eyes puffy.

"I'm sorry?" I ask, not sure what she means.

"On my birthday, I wanted to go for a tattoo. It-It slipped my mind" She hiccups.

"Oh, we can go tomorrow if you would like. What tattoo do you want?" I sit behind her, her body in between my legs. I let her silk hair run through my fingers in a comforting and soothing way.

"Not tomorrow, can we go soon though? It's an important date for me" She says.

"Okay, I'll take you" I continue brushing her hair with my fingers.

"Thank you" She mumbles.

"Now go to sleep. You need to rest" I say, she lays down.

"Okay" She says, closing her eyes.

I hope she gets some sleep.

~Leahs P.O.V~

Today's the day. It's the anniversary.

Nightmares on this night are unavoidable.

I woke Mason up, I feel terrible. I know I'm not going to be able to fall back asleep peacefully. My best option is to pretend to.

5 hours pass and it's finally the morning.

I get up, carefully out of Masons arms, a frown on his face.

I change into a grey oversized sweater, some blue jean shorts and put some grey sneakers on. I throw my messy hair into a bun and do my makeup quickly. Not caring about how it looks. It doesn't matter if I look dead, I deserve to be.