Days passed. Eventually the chilly days turned freezing, the days turned nights. The sun hid in a cloak of musty cloud, shadows lurking in every corner. Days were strained and dreary and dark. All of the colors of the land and the sea seemed to dim, to dull, to turn away from it all. Three a.m. phone calls got longer. The conversations utterly deeper and more powerful. We got closer.
The house seemed to always be cold and quiet. My father was doing somewhat okay with his drinking. Breakdowns became rare, the stress levels dropped. Of course there was still the occasional broken bottle thrown across the hardwood or the carpet stained with maple toned beer, but it was all okay. Past experiences are the calluses that toughen you for the future.
Ayden and I went out a lot, sometimes just lying there and talking for nonstop, day in and day out. Sometimes we would go out to eat with the others, or sometimes we would go to the courts to play basketball. Sometimes he would pick me up and take me out to the woods where the trees grew tall and the streams stretched out. The grass would be damp and the scent of rain would linger in the air. The woods was all dew and rain and fog. There was a little hill he would also take me to in this vast, vast field full of nothing but wilting flowers from the heavy weight of the rain and the easing snow. We would sit there and listen to the chorus of the animals and the symphony of the wind. He would always bring a plaid blanket, too, to make sure I was warm and felt safe. He would kiss the top of my red, frozen nose and play with my hair and draw those circles on my back. He would kiss my bruises and my scars and laugh at all my jokes. Sitting in a field of nothing, I found my everything.
A/N
Hey guys! I'm back to writing Bruises, finally!
I'm sorry I haven't been able to really write lately! I've been super busy with sports and school! Not only that but I was also having problems trying to think of how to continue the story!
Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this part, even though it's really short and pretty much just a chapter connector type of thaaang. Please vote and comment and follow if you'd like (:
XOXO,
Savannah
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Bruises
Teen Fiction❝She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes❞ Winter Smith. Beaten, broken, yet beautiful. Ayden Jones. Her soon-to-be-everything. Winter is a young girl with a calamitous past and home life. She can't seem to escape the grasp of...
