bleeding love.

Sleep.

EMARAS POV*

I woke up in Nash's arms. I looked up to see him still asleep snoring peacefully. I lifted up his arm trying to escape the grip. His hand slammed down on my shoulder squeezing it tightly.

" Where are you going princess "? I looked up to see the blue orbs of pure evil staring me down. I shrugged.
" Hey babe, what's the time "? I snatched my phone from the coffee table turning it on. " 10:35 am ". I said stretching, and packing my things in my bag. I stood up swinging my bag on my arm.

" Where do you think your going ". He latched on my arm digging in with his nails causing me to moan in pain. " Nash let me go please ", I whined. He looked at his actions with sincerity letting me go.

I fell back on the couch tears filling up in my eyes. He took his shirt slipping it on walking into the kitchen. He poked his head back in the living room yelling to me, " Hey Princess, my friends are coming today. You know what that means ". I sat up slouching back staring at him with disgust. I knew what it meant, it meant I had to keep my mouth shut from everything, not tell his friends that he hurts me, not them that I'm being kept here on my own will.

I walked into the kitchen taking a glass from his cabinet, he took my hand slamming it on the counter causing it to shatter. I opened my mouth with awh, as I examined my blood covered hand.

" Emara I-, I mean. Clean this up. Now ". With that he took his bag of chips running back to the couch laying down. I ran to the bathroom as blood rolled down my arm. I slammed the door making my way to the sink screaming in pain as water patted my wound.

" Princess hurry up there coming "! I grabbed toilet paper wrapping around my cuts placing pressure with my ring and index finger. I opened the door rummaging to the supply closet to grab a broom and pale.

I swept up everything the most thurally and best I could. Throwing it in the trash.

" Princess you better be done ". A tear escaped my eye. " Yes Nash okay. Yes it's done ". I looked up to see Nash angered in the door frame. " Don't talk to me like that ever again ". He yelled echoing the sound throught out the house.

Nash walked to the door to welcome the boys while I stood in the hallway smiling hidding my pain as much as I could.

" Nash I'll be upstairs resting ". I said motioning my minor injury. He nodded as I tip toed upstairs to Nash's room.

The pain was exclusive but I dealt with it, all to go to sleep.