Alone for so Long.

Chapter 27: Healed

I shoot out of my bed.

Currently I'm trying to help Troy not fall to his death.

"Troy! What happened?" I questioned him as I grab his hands.

His hands grip onto my arms but is careful enough to not go on my scars.

"Well, I was going back to my room to change into sweat pants and I guess there was some ice and now I'm in the position." He said while panting.

He puts his feet on the side of the way.

"Walk backwards." Troy demanded.

I do as he says. I have trouble pushing him up because he is so heavy! I dig my feet into the carpet and pulling with all the strength I have. One more push and he comes up.

His face is red and sweat is on his face.

"I'm glad you woke up!" He said and hugged me.

He still hugged me softly.

"You're welcome. When I saw you like that, I was terrified," I explain.

"You're pretty strong you know, even with the bruises," He said.

"Thank you," I said.

I look at the clock. It says three-thirty in the morning.

"I don't think we are going to be able to fall back asleep," I said.

"I agree. Do you want to come into my room and watch tv?" He asked.

I thought about it. He almost fell to his death five minutes ago.

"I'll only go if you break the ice off of the window," I say.

"Okay," Troy responded.

He goes to my window seal and breaks the ice. He comes back to me. He carefully puts his freezing hands onto my bruised cheek. Instantly I feel relief. I sigh. Troy smiles at me.

"Does that feel good?" He questioned.

"Yes," I reply.

"Let me see your other bruise," He said.

I lift my shirt so he could see the bruise. He puts his other cold hand onto my stomach. He rest it there carefully. This bruise is much worse than the face and for that I'm glad.

"Thank you," I say breathless.

He chuckles.

"You're welcome," He replied.

He keeps his hands on my bruises until they aren't cold anymore.

"Let me go break more ice," He said with a wink.

I laugh but as soon as I do pain shoots through my stomach. I stop immediately.

Troy comes again.

"You're going to get frost bite," I say concerned.

"No I'm not. Cold is good for the bruises," He said.

I can only nod because I know I'm not going to win this argument.

It's been an hour and Troy still keeps my bruises cold. He lays beside me with his hands on the now healing bruises.

At five-forty someone opens the door. It's my mom.

"I was just checking up on you. How are your bruises?" She asked.

What? Am I hearing this correctly.

I look over to Troy and he is angry.

"How do you think she is? Look at her bruises. She isn't okay because her family hates her. You don't care about her. For once someone cares about her and that's me," He yelled.