𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 || 𝘮. 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴

7.| Studio Time

I woke up at around 11am. Trying to get up, the grip of Elijah's arms were to strong. It hurt quite a lot, making the bruises worse.

I removed his arms and sat on the edge of the bed. Looking at my arm, there was no longer an open wound, but a scar. I sighed, I really have to stop that, it's a bad habit, but how do I stop if no one can help me?

I got up and went to the bathroom. Grabbing my purple and white toothbrush, I applied the crest toothpaste onto it. After I finished and rinsed, I started a shower.

I went to my closet to find an outfit. While I was looking, I felt arms wrap around my waste which made me flinch in pain.

"Why you flinch?"

"It hurt."

"Weak..."

With that, he grabbed his phone and left to go downstairs. I looked down at the floor and sighed. I went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. My eyes were swollen and red, most likely fell asleep crying. I locked the door and took off my clothes and got into the shower.

I let the hot water fall onto my body. It felt good, making me relaxed. I used my scented vanilla soap with my loofah and scrubbed my body, which was very hard to do because every time I went over a bruise, it hurt like hell.

After showering, I grabbed my towel and dried myself off. I went over to the cabinet and grabbed my cocoa butter lotion. I love this thing so freaking much. It moisturized my skin well and was sensitive when it came to my bruises, wasn't thick like other lotions, but wasn't to thin where it's like putting on water.

Getting dressed, I wore something long that would cover my scars, but not something with a thick fabric that would make me sweat since it's spring. There was going to be a cool breeze today so I decided on wearing black ripped jeans with a gray hoodie, which belonged to my mom when she was in college, that said "Ohio State" with red letters and a black outline. Along with white sneakers, and a gold necklace, which had my name engraved on a little gold bar, that my grandmother gave to me.

I went back into the bathroom to do my makeup. I put some concealer on to hid the redness from the slaps and added mascara. I put my hair into a high pony tail and grabbed a few hair ties with me just in case. I grabbed my simple gray crossbody purse and put my phone, charger, lotion (can't be ashy), wallet, and inhaler. My keys were hanging up in the hook that I keep by my bedroom door, so I grabbed those right before leaving. I took a really long shower so I didn't eat breakfast this morning, but I didn't care.

I walked passed Elijah and went to the door.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I told you, I have a gynecologist appointment." I said with a very monotone voice.

Last night when I was trying to fall asleep I came up with that perfect excuse. He wouldn't question a damn thing if I told him I was going to a doctor to check on my vagina.

He nodded and let me be.

"Bye, love you." He said while still eating.

I was in shock, "I... I love you too." I tried not to stutter.

Last time he genuinely told me that he loved me, was last month. Whenever we're around people he'll say it all the time, but it's all just an act. When we're alone he'll tell me he hates me. The times he didn't though, the "I love you's" felt genuine. As I got into my car the guilt crept up on me. I felt terrible for lying to him, but that's the only way.

I went onto my phone and put the address into google maps. I drove to the studio thinking about what we were going to do. As if he's fucking Raven-Symoné, Em called me.