Seeing Blind |NH|

Chapter Thirty Four

Two hours later, I was still waiting on her to come over.  I couldn't hear anything unless I opened my door which I occasionally did.  There was a lot of screaming.  Once, I peeked my head out at the same time Patrick did.  We both just looked at each other, shrugging. 

An hour later, I peeked out again and all was quiet.  I hadn't heard any doors open and shut or slam or whatever I was expecting.  I went back inside and waited for her, figuring she was done and needed a moment to gather herself.

Thirty minutes later, I peeked out again and the yelling had started up again.  Patrick came out again, too.

He whispered, "She's really saying a lot.  I can't make out much through my walls but from what I can gather, she's listing every last thing he's ever done to her.  Which is a lot of shit.  It's gonna be awhile, Niall."

"Think she can do it?" I whispered back.

"It's not that she can't do it.  It's the sticking to it, that I'm worried about."  He shrugged his shoulders as he gave me a sad smile.  "What exactly happened?"

"He's still cheating on her.  With multiple girls, apparently.  And making her question her own sanity."

"Jesus Christ.   Her mother really fucked her up. And this asshole is only piling on more."

The shouting stopped.  We both shut up and waited.  Nothing.  And then he started yelling at her.  "He wouldn't hurt her, would he?  Hit her, I mean?" I asked, suddenly realizing I had never thought about that.

"I don't think so, not like that.  He's an asshole but he's the manipulative, 'I'm gonna fuck with your head' kind of asshole.  I have never noticed a mark on her.  The outer, physical aspect has the ability of healing.  The psychological effect he's having on her will last years, I'm sure." 

I gave him a small, half smile.  We both looked in the direction of her closed door.  We stood there for a minute, in silence.  Listening.  Occassionally, we made out a few words but really couldn't understand anything.  I sighed and walked back to my own apartment.

Sometime later, I woke up to the sound of a door slamming.  Rubbing my eyes, I flew off my couch and  ran to the door, looking through the peep hole.  I saw nothing.  I heard the elevator ding.  I continued looking out the peephole to see what would happen next, if anything.  Nothing happened.  I place my hand on the doorknob, about to go over there, but quickly thought better of it.  If he had left, she really would need a few minutes to herself.

Awhile later, I heard a soft knock on my door.  Half asleep, I walked over to my door and looked out.  Opening the door, I gave her a weak smile as she looked at me, eyes red.  I opened my arms and she wordlessly fell into them.