Falling for my bestfriend

What had I let my life get to? - Chapter 16

It was around 3am that same night. I was woken up by the feeling of Ryan stroking my cheek and running his hands through my hair. I was in my bed. He was laid next to me crying, his eyes blood shot red and sobbing to himself like a little child. I was in unbearable pain. My head was pounding my back felt like it was full of shards of glass and my ribs and stomach where soo bruised and swollen it hurt to breath. With the little strength I had I pushed his hand away from me and tried to sit up so I could climb out of bed away from him.

"No babe don't move your too sore" he said still in tears.

I couldn't believe my ears, did he really have the audacity to have compassion when he was the one that did this to me.

"And whose fault is that?" I croaked. I couldn't believe my voice. It was so husky and sore from where he chocked me.
Ryan cried even harder and told me he was sorry. He said he doesn't know what came over him but that he wouldn't do it again. He loved me and just got angry that I hadn't followed his orders of staying home. He raised his hand to reach for a tear that had fallen from my eye and I flinched.

"Shit baby don't flinch. I don't want you to be scared of me". He said

I was practically shaking I was terrified. I wanted to run away from my own house. But I barely had any strength and needed him to help me up.
I told him I needed to use the bathroom but couldn't get up so he carried me out of bed and placed me on my feet. When he let go I felt so weak I nearly collapsed onto the floor but gathered myself and gripped the wall for support. I looked down onto my carpet and saw the dried up blood from my nose stained into it. I walked into my bathroom and locked the door. Still shaking I walked over to the mirror to see the damage he had done. It was unbelievable. I stared at my face which was unrecognisable. My eyes were red and soo swollen they looked like they weren't even fully open. My nose and lower part of my face was covered in dried blood and my cheek was still red from where he had slapped me. I lifted up my shirt to uncover all of the bruises from the various punches my body had withheld. My stomach was the lightest part of my body and was covered in red, purplish bruises. I was aching all over and the tears hadn't stopped forming in my eyes since I saw myself. I had to keep wiping my eyes as every few seconds my reflection would go blurry from all of the crying.

I turned on my tap and cupped some water in my hands to wash the blood off my face. Every time I touched it I would wince in pain as my face was soo swollen and bending over the sink was killing my ribs. I dried my face with a towel and contemplated staying in the bathroom all night as the last place I wanted to be was next to Ryan. But the only thing that would make this any worse would be sleeping on a hard floor so I knew I had to go back. I left the bathroom and climbed back into bed. Ryan still there looking sad and pathetic. I laid in bed to face the other way and slept. He didn't try and talk to me or touch me anymore he just let me be.

I woke up around 1pm to the smell of pancakes and tea. I was still sore and aching. Ryan had brought up the food on a tray and placed it on my lap in bed when I sat up. He kissed me on the forehead which made me shudder and told me I needed to eat. It was as if last night didn't happen and I wasn't covered in bruises. He was acting normal? The crying had stopped and he didn't look sad anymore. Just like it was a normal day.
I watched as he cut up my pancakes and fed me them. I was too scared to tell him i couldn't eat because it was too hard to chew from all the pain i was in when he punched me in the face. So I just ate until every last bit of the food was gone from the plate.

He smiled.

"Good girl" he said kissing me on the forehead again like I was a child. I was confused but didn't question him. He was clearly a psychopath. He told me he was going out and that I should stay home and rest so I could heal up. If I needed anything I should call so he could come back. He told me I was forbidden to leave the house or see anyone until my swelling had gone down.