• One Lifestand [BxB] •

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[I NEED TO HIRE AN EDITOR FOR CHRISTS'S SAKE! HAVEN'T DONE IT AS TO BE EXPECTED]

Dedicated to @TerisaJones, @Slavpowler and @earlmandreza
Grateful to have such lovely readers x!

Zales PoV:

I hold onto the toilet as I puke my heart out into the pristine white, my abdomen clenched painfully and my head pounding in discomfort. I can feel my breathing picking up, in the few times I do manage to take some lung-fulls of air in, before heaving once more -nothing inside to join the spilled contents down the drain.

Why did my life have to be like this?

Why me?

Why'd he have to chase me again after all these years?

Hadn't he done enough?!

Another painful contraction of my stomach makes me whimper out in pain, the grip on the lid tightening only to falter a second later, the panic and heaving draining me of my last strength. Elvis's words, the cursed cursive lines on that deceitful white paper, still fresh and burning in my mind.
'I'm back for you my love'
'You can't hide from me, he can't hide you from me'
'We're meant to be, don't you understand- It'll be like it was supposed to be from the beginning'
'I'll come and get you- that's a promise'

My whole body trembles as fragments of his words echo inside of my mind, my breathing stopping all together and my heavy body slumping against the cold marble tiles to the side. This was it, my life was over. Someone please just kill me. I cannot endure Elvis just one more second in this lifetime- I'd rather be dead.

His words aren't empty, who knows what this psychopath is up to, what he knows, what he can do. Tears roll down my face silently as my lungs desperately try to get air into my system, that wouldn't come with my closed off throat. The envelope had been in my apartment. He had managed to break in with no trace but the letter left. My place wasn't safe anymore, it wouldn't be a home to me from now on, it would just be a threaded speck of earth, reminding me of how futile my attempts at hiding are. How nothing could possibly stop this man from his mission to break me, break me in so many pieces that you couldn't put them back together- even if you tried a lifetime.

I don't know how long I sat there, the familiarity of my panic attack washing over me, limbs trembling, tears rolling, breathes forced and head hurting. All I know is that now, my ass feels sore, my eyes and cheeks puffy, head heavy and heart empty.

Is an end too much to ask for? I don't care what kind of end at this point- a heart attack would do.

On shaky legs I pull myself off of the cold floor, flushing the toilet on autopilot as I exit the bathroom and numbly wander the house until I find myself in the familiar setting of Mario's room.

Gosh, why'd I come here?! fuck.
I ponder about just leaving again, hoping I didn't wake him yet, but his confused baritone voice stops me. "Hey... everything alright?"

Another wave of tears pools in my eyes, throat clogging once more.
I know exactly why I came in here... Mario felt like a safe place ever since he has picked me up at the supermarket. In his arms at last, it felt like nothing- not even Elvis- could hurt me.
His strength was what I needed now, and although I hate this, hate how I depend on him, use him and pathetically run into his arms and away from my problems, there's nothing else for me to do.
What am I supposed to do about a shit-crazy sadistic and abusive ex-boyfriend hunting me down all over the world, out for blood- literally!?

Nothing. That's the answer. I'm weak and pathetic, small and skinny, helpless and thoroughly alone, so I allow myself to let the vulnerability take over me and wash me to the shore of this man's arms.

I feel Mario's eyes on me from his bed and try desperately to get my voice to cooperate, but the fright and sadness keep any sounds from coming out. After a few seconds of just staying in the doorway pathetically, the dim hall light eliminating Mario's room, I finally manage to speak, the question leaving my mouth with the effect of suppressed sobs guiding it and my voice cracking towards the end.

"C-can I... sleep- h-here ffor to-night?"

I can see Mario jolting at the broken sound of my voice, a small pang of guilt in the back of my mind for burdening him with my pain and problems once more, but my tired form just stands there, slightly trembling and trying to hold myself together, waiting for his response. His answer doesn't leave me to wait, as he immediately shuffles on the bed and makes space for me to climb in. The covers held up he pats the space next to him softly, his face calming and inviting as he keeps quiet, already knowing I wouldn't share what happened with him.

With a powerful sob wrecking my body I stumble over to the bed and bury my face into his chest the second I hit the mattress, my mind craving his warmth and comfort, the safety of his arms around me as he completely swallows my much smaller frame. The sobs still shaking my body I feel his arms wrap around me, tightening to the point where it should have been painful, but right now, to me, it's a peaceful feeling. I calm down noticeably after a few minutes of his arms around me, his hold never faltering as he burrows his face into my mop of hair and when I listen closely I can feel his heart beating beneath his bare chest, that is currently squishing my face.
Sleep slowly suffuses me as I concentrate on the even and powerful thrums of his heartbeat, his strong arms lulling my vulnerable state into oblivion until my mind went blank and my body limp in his arms.

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Short notice of my first BxB One-shot that I just posted, for anyone who might want to read into it (:

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Another really emotional chapter- I'm sorry guys
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Bella