The door was shut finally, locking everything outside, I never imagined it would ever feel so good to be isolated from the outside, with the only person that I can pour my care into. It was just me and her, locked away between four walls at last. Things were finally getting better.
"Oh boy, this is a piece of heaven." She spoke in a sigh-like voice as she landed on the bed, caressing it with her palms as if it would slip away between the cracks of her fingers.
"This is a bit late, but we need to get those wounds cleaned before anything." I announced as I began my journey looking for the first aid kit in the drawers around the room. After a helpless searching mission around the few drawers in the room, I disappeared outside of the room and headed towards the bathroom where I hoped to find the kit.
It was there, without having to look for it it lied right in front of my eyes. I grabbed it in a rush and headed back to the bedroom. Everything was asleep in the house, and I couldn't be any more grateful for that.
I ran inside in a quick pace and shut the door quickly behind. She sat on the bed waiting for me to show up again, and when I got in, her eyes were never willing to let go of me, following my every move until I knelt before her.
I took out a piece of cotton, and dampened it with the sterilizer I found there. I tried to make it gentle as I ran the cotton over the cut on the side of her forehead. She whimpered lowly, and for a moment it felt like I was being hurt when the cotton touched her skin.
I went down to the one above her lip, and it felt as if I was feeding the feeling, I hated it, I hated how I so badly felt like kissing her at that moment, how desperate I was to remake the kiss we shared at the gas station. For some reason every time the cotton touches her, I just grow to hate him for everything he'd done to her, and I could never tell, but a part of me wished that she was with me instead, a part of me wished that she was with me the whole time.
"Is everything else okay? I mean, these bruises look serious." I cut my own train of thoughts as I asked, trying to distract myself away because these thoughts felt like a ticking time bomb in my head.
"Yeah, it's all good. Thank you." I just wished she wasn't that catchy in everything she did.
I put the kit away, still trying with despair filled attempts to keep myself away from thinking about her more than I should.
"You - you can have the bed. I'm good sleeping on the couch." I told her, and once again I had no clue why my voice had to sound so hesitant.
"It's okay, the bed was basically put for you." She argued, I was happy that everything was taking a different turn.
"I'd really prefer to sleep on the couch tonight. And if it makes it better, we can switch tomorrow." I grabbed myself a blanket and a pillow from the closet and tossed them on the couch.
"Well alright, if that's what you want." She shrugged carelessly. And then a second later she buried herself under the blanket with no hesitation.
The room floated in darkness when the lights were shut. It felt better not to be seen, at least it didn't feel like the thoughts were engraved on my forehead.
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𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙤.
There was pain swallowing my muscles as I woke up, something last night had to leave on me from curling like pasta in the car with that shattering position, and all the running and all the falls my body had to take, and well, being beaten up counts too. I could feel all the events of last night pooling in my joints, in my lower neck to be specific.
Renee lied on the couch near by, taking as less space as possible. I liked to assume it was her position since she fell asleep and it didn't change throughout the night. She must've been exhausted to her edges that she fell dead asleep like that. She looked like an angel so peaceful, she felt so soft without her guards up as usual.
Throughout the night I'd only seen a tough Renee, one that knew better than to feel anything, one that was better off doing things with her mind working instead of her heart, with a cigarette on her at all times. But her asleep was a completely different thing, a whole new part of her was shown when she was off her mind for a peaceful little bit. Something about that view made my heart rush like never before, and it wasn't something that I cared to mind at all.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, my jaw was automatically dropped when it read two pm. I let the sigh of annoyance drift out of my mouth accompanied with a long, seemingly forever lasting fuck, half of the day was lost already. I left the bed, and walked up to Renee. From afar I could tell that her position on the couch wasn't any better that sleeping in the car.
"Renee," I knelt right next to the couch and shook her by the arm slightly, hoping it would wake her up. "It's two pm. Do you wanna wake up or stay in bed?"
"Don't put vodka in your orange juice asshole!" She mumbled furiously in her sleep. My words had fallen on deaf ears.
"Renee," I spoke a little louder whilst shaking her a bit harder, still hoping she'd wake up. "Renee wake up!"
At last, she woke up, apparently startled by my voice. Her sudden wake up still had hints of heaviness as she tried to move her body enough to look at me. Slowly, the soft side of her started fading away, and her guard was being built up little by little as she processed things.
"What's the matter for fuck's sake?" Her voice sounded dim, raspy to a level that made it sound hot at some point. She kept constantly blinking with heaviness building up on her eyelids as the sunlight invaded her diamond grey eyes.
"It's two pm." I answered, this felt childish after saying it and I had no idea why.
"And? We've been driving all night. You yourself had a shit of a night. It wouldn't be a problem if we woke up tomorrow morning." She pulled the blanket upon herself and buried herself underneath. Stretched a little as a little warm up before diving into sleep once more.
"Well alright. Thought you might wanna wake up." I shrugged as I lifted my shattered body up. The way to the door felt like it was going forever while walking with a heavy body dragged with me. I hated how it felt like the aftermath of a night full of alcohol except that it didn't have any benefits alcohol can give.
