blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 68

When I come back up from underneath the water Parker's gone. He's such a blessing to my life. To think, months ago, I wanted nothing to do with the little imp. And now, I can barely bare the silence without him. He's everything to me.

I take some bubbles and blow them further into the water as I smile at the perfect, little boy before invasive thoughts take my mind.

I told him about Amy.

No, Jax told him about Amy.

I groan at the old revelation, my mood taking a complete shift in the opposite direction, and rub my hands over my face frustrated. I'm more aware of my blatant mood changes. I can see how frustrating it must've been for Parker at the beginning of our relationship. I would've left me to be honest. He can't be around them anymore.

They're fucking shit up.

I finally find someone that makes me feel more like a man and less like a- a monster and they feel the need to destroy that. I should've never left him alone for so long.

"You can't watch him all the time."

I take the towel Park set for me on the toilet and wrap the cloth around my waist. Grabbing one of the smaller towels, I run it over my face before applying some of the moisturizer he got me a while back. The light foam feels nonexistent on my face. I'm actually glad that I started the routine. I would've never begun it if it weren't for him. My skin looks and feels much healthier.

After I wash the moisturizer off my face, I walk out of the restroom dropping my towel on the floor. I slip on a pair of briefs, a black shirt, and a pair of grey sweats since I probably won't be leaving the house today. I'll just wait for Park to get back before I plan anything.

I toss myself on to the couch in the living room taking the remote in my hand. As always there's nothing on television, so I switch it off grabbing one of Parker's books he's left over since being with me. As a matter of fact, most of his stuff is over here now. I think I might even have some of his good clothes in my closet.

The closet.

It feels like forever ago since he tried to pummel me with my own shoe. Every little thing he did that morning made me want to just throw him out. It's like he was just trying to get under my skin. Now I know his little actions that day to just be a part of who he is. He wasn't trying to irritate me. Unlike mine, his intentions were harmless.

Trauma

by Jamie Skins

I roll my eyes as I take in the romance book. He's such a big mush.

When I open the book I come across a few bent pages at the top and flip to the pages bored. I grow curious when I come across several pages marked with his elegant writing.

Harry.

Confused I continue to flip through the book noticing more and more pages with my name marked on them. 

What the fuck.

I continue until I see that a huge portion of the book is marked with my name and stop on one of the pages to see what this is all about.

After a couple of pages of reading I place the book down in disbelief. At every section in the book my name is marked beside, something vile is done by one of the main character's. This guy, Travis, is a monster. From what I've read he has done nothing, but emotionally bring trauma to this poor, innocent girl. Playing with her emotions and building her up and then crushing her without a care in the world. I pity the fictional girl. She's wrapped up in this bastard's toxic life, unable to leave because she's too far in.