Fight

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⚠️[Just going to put out a disclaimer that this chapter contains some upsetting scenes, and I understand should you not want to read it.]⚠️

^Delilah's PoV^

{Two Weeks Later}

Things had mostly settled, the buzz of being back home had almost fizzled out but I was still on edge. Every little loud noise would bring back memories of gunshots and slammed cell doors.

I'm the midst of the buzz, me and Frankie had moved in together. Charlie and Molly had helped, and now I was sat in our room taking off the dressings of my now healed wounds.

The door slammed downstairs and I jumped knocking a glass onto the floor. I shouted a string of swear words before tidying up the broken shards of glass and then once I'd finished with discarding of my bandages I threw on one of Frankie's shirts and some shorts and headed downstairs.

"Everything okay babe?" He asked as I stood leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. He was putting away some shopping.

"Yeah, are we still going to dinner tonight with Charlie and Molly?" I asked, walking over and helping him put away the rest of the shopping.

I stood up on my tiptoes to reach the high shelf and felt Frankie's hands slide around my waist, I twisted around suddenly, and pulled away. I'd forgotten where I was for a second.

I looked back at Frankie and he just looked hurt.

"I..I'm sorry." I whispered gently, my hands wrapping around my torso and I turned on my heel and walked away unable to feel the burning disappointment and hurt of his eyes sinking into my skin.

I walked into our bedroom and started folding clothes and putting them away into the drawer, doing everything I could to keep busy, to keep my mind busy.

Then I heard the footsteps ascending the stairs, but I still busied myself with folding, and putting away, folding and putting away.

"El..what's wrong?" Frankie's voice travelled across the room and I felt as though I was a million miles away.

"Nothing. You just gave me a fright that's all." I simply shrugged it off, still not meeting his eyes, I was still folding and putting away.

His hand touched my shoulder and I flinched, closing my eyes. I'd done it again.

"Are you afraid of me? Or are you cheating on me, is that why you don't want me to touch you?" His voice going from confused to cold. Bitter even.

This time I stood up, and I discarded the clothes.

"Why the hell would you even think that!" I was beyond angry now, I was pissed. The hurt rising up my throat. Aching, begging to come out.

"You won't let me near you, you jump whenever I'm around. Small sounds make you nervous! I mean I wouldn't put it past you!" His voice was laced with venom as he took a step closer to me.

My kind flashed back to the relationship I was in before joining the army, how he would treat me, hurt me. His words scarring my mind and his hands scarring my skin.

I shrunk back but I wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Do you honestly think that less of me! You think I'd cheat on you, you think I don't love you anymore!" I could feel the hot tears running down my cheeks.