He Bought Me

13.

My head is throbbing with pain. I had fallen over and slam my head into the ground. I can't move, my body feels like it's a million pounds. The ground begins to shake and a bright light shines overhead. The shaking stops.

"Frank!" Boris sounds so far away. Cold, large hands cup my face. "Franky" Boris whispers, he's so much closer now.

"I can't move" I mumble, I hope he can understand me.

"I'm right here, baby, I'm so sorry" his arms slide under me then I'm lifted. I'm curled against Boris's hard chest.

"Sleep" I groan.

"No, baby, you can't right now" he hoist me high and holds me closer.

"What happened?" I cry.

"You hit your head"

"No" I laugh but it sounds like a dry cough, "With us"

We slide into a car and Boris hugs me. "You scared the shit out of me"

"And you hurt me. We're even"

"I'm sorry" he whispers into my hair.

I taste...toothpaste. My head is still but aches. I take a deep breath and smell a fresh Boris. I open my eyes, I'm in my bed, in Boris's arms. I try to sit up but his arms tighten around me. "I'm not sleeping," he says.

"You looked like it" I whisper.

His eyes open and find mine, "I was too worried to sleep"

"We're doing this again?"

He runs his hand down his face, "How are you feeling?"

I guess we're not. "Did you brush my teeth?"

"You threw up. I also changed you and brushed your hair" he closes his eyes again.

I sit up and pull my hair to one shoulder, "We need to talk about what happened, what you said"

"No, we don't"

"Then leave" I whisper and his eyes open. I can't look him in his eyes, not now, I look away. "You hurt me, I knew, you were going to hurt me but not so soon, not so fast"

"You pushed me away" he snarls.

"I pushed you away once! Once, Boris! You've mentally and physically hurt me and I get shit for trying to save myself from some pain?"

He pulls me closer. "No!" I push him away and jump off the bed. He sits up, pulling his hair back. "You can't just hold me and think everything will go away! I care about you too much to let that happened!"

"I understand you're mad but can you stop with the yelling? You weren't the only drinking last night"

A light cool breeze hit my legs and I look down. I'm here the shirt Boris had on yesterday and no pants, just my panties. I look at him, "You couldn't find any pants?"

"Franky, I meant what I said last night. Not the part about you being a bitch-I'm sorry about that-I am an asshole but...I'm..." he sighs in frustration.

"Usually, I would never force someone to talk but I am now. You tell me how you feel or get out. I'm being selfish now, I won't let you hurt me again"

He stands on his knees and grabs my waist. I can't find the willpower to stop him. "I'm..crazy about you. The night before, I had something planned, dinner for us, on a rooftop in the city but you were too drunk, I had to get you home"

"Dinner?" Why is that the only thing that came out of my mouth? "I mean...why?"

"I wanted to tell you how fucking pissed I was at myself for thinking about you all the time. Franky, I hurt you to hide my feeling, I'm so sorry but I'm trying here, you have to believe me"