Save Me

Healing You

Revamped somewhat...

It took time and many tears but little by little, Sabrielle was beginning to heal, and the bond between her and Ville became stronger. Though it was hard to go to rehab, it was the best decision she could have made. Sabrielle was feeling more empowered and better each day, and the trauma began to heal. She got back to work and even to photography.

Sabrielle was also grateful to her sister for being there for her. Despite her worry for their mother. Thankfully the tests showed that she was not infected with an STD, and she was not pregnant. Even if she had been, Sabrielle had already decided to keep the child as it was not its fault for what had happened to her, but it seemed she would not be faced with that decision, and it relieved her.

She also had found a sister and a brother in Angel and Alexi, who were always there for her. Sabrielle did not feel all alone, as she feared she had begun to feel again. "See, your hair looks so much prettier this way," Angel said as she braided Sabrielle's hair while Alice looked on, trying her best to hide her jealousy and disgust, they were getting ready to discharge her from the rehab center she had been in.

"I love it!" Sabrielle said. "What do you think, sis?" she said, looking with a bright smile at Alice. "Oh? It's lovely it suits you, sister," Alice said, holding back her bile. "I think it looks sexy as hell and just wait until you and I go shopping! I am going to make you so sexy that Ville won't want to let you go anywhere without him," Angel said, making Sabrielle blush. 

Alice cleared her throat, "before that, of course, you and I have to go see mother. You did promise, sis, she is waiting for us," she said, grinning. "Of course she will, but only after she and Ville have time to be alone. Not only that, but I feel that it is only right that Alexi and I come along. Wouldn't want any other incident to occur," Angel said, looking fiercely at Alice.

Alice gulped, holding back her anger, "Of...Of course," she said, her mind reeling her head hurting. This was going to be hard with all of them around Sabrielle. How was she supposed to do what she had planned? "Are you ok, sis? I promise we will all go together. I think mom would benefit from having friendly faces due to her depression, and well to help her say goodbye," Sabrielle said, noticing how stoic Alice's expression had turned. She knew she had waited so long already.

Alice stayed quiet for a moment then turned to them, smiling. "Of course you are right, sis, we should do something special for mom, so take all the time you need, ok, I am sure she can wait," she said. She had been setting up a plan to get rid of Ville, and it seemed she would have to do it sooner than later.

Ville held her close as she came out of the hospital and everyone hugged and greeted her. Alice said she was off to contact her mother so she would meet her later. Sabrielle hoped she had not upset her as Ville and she drove off to their home. Anja had, of course, been very understanding and wanted her to recover...so she gave her all this paid time off, happy Sabe was going to therapy at last.

"Our home," Sabrielle said as Ville carried her inside, kicking the door behind him shut. "It did not feel like home, but now it does," he said, nuzzling her with his lips to kiss her.

"Ville," she said, her eyes fearful, "I... I know that because of what happened, this might be strange, but, I need you..." she said as Ville silenced her with a kiss as he carried her to his bedroom.

"I just don't..." Sabrielle said as Ville once more pressed his lips to hers and began to undress not only her body but her soul. "Just tell me if you are scared, baby, you are the most important thing to me," he said. " I know, but I need this, I need you, I missed you, and when I thought I, all this time apart, I was losing my mind," she said. "Are you sure though that you are ready?" he said, blushing. "Ville, please," she said, and it was all he needed to make her writhe in his fortress of tears.

Every touch made her higher than any pill. Every kiss was a stitch on her wounds and was more intoxicating than any inebriant. Every whisper made her higher than any opioid. Every look he gave her was a veil over the wounds in her heart and cut deeper than any knife or razor. He was perfection, and he was choosing her again. This was more than love, and it was more than drugs. It was intoxication in passion, and it was heaven in warmth, it was heaven in his arms, it was paradise in lust and bliss enveloped in tormenting longing that had bled their hearts out all this time that they had spent apart.

They lay breathing heavily in each other's arms, kissing away the pain and cuddling in the warmth of their love nest. "I thought I would never hold you like this again," Ville said as he held Sabrielle closer. "Me too," she said, blushing, "Once the visit to my mother is over, I hope we can always be here, like this," she said, to which Ville nodded, kissing her forehead, and they fell asleep in each other's warmth.

Thank you if you are here 

@MaryAngelValo thanks for lending me Angel