𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝟑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒-part 1 chapter 22

I'm eating one pancake, I don't really have appetite but I can't resist Avery's pancakes, it's too hard.

When she done, I go to my room, checking my phone, Have Dylan tried to contact me?

I go into the chats, hoping his chat is full of messages, but no.

He didn't even check on me.
I'm going back downstairs,

helping Avery's request to help her with the cooking, for the next weeks.

She makes the dim sum I like and honestly, I missed homemade food.

I missed eating my moms shnizels, but eating them will get me to cry, and I hate crying.

Avery was always a great cooker, but before my mom died, I didn't really got to be around her.

In the first weeks after my mom passed, Avery was always trying, she was always trying to give a helping hand, to heal my bruises, to try to close them, but I was selfish, and I was hurt enough that I didn't want help from anyone.

And at some point, I didn't want Dust's support too, and he stopped supporting, I mean how much a person can take?

The day passed too quick, and I spot the darkness from the window.

Most of the time my thoughts are going to dust, I haven't see him in a few hours, did he leave?

But it can't be true, Eric locked down the house, he
wouldn't go outside and put himself in danger.

"Honey," Avery is getting me out of my thoughts, as she knows what's going on in my mind.

"Pass me the salt please" she asks, and I pick up the salt, and boom, it falls down from my hand and

shatters on the floor, almost hitting my leg, but the broken glass hits the floor and then my leg, causing a cut in my leg.

"Oh my god!" She screams, same as me. "Fuck!"
I whine in pain, god makes everything shitty suddenly.

I hold myself back from screaming in pain again, I see Dust running toward us, oh shit.

"I'm okay" I say when Avery takes the sharp glass out of my leg, it hurts so bad.

"Let me help you," he comes closer and I shiver from his warm touch, so cold, I'm frozen and he's like a coal, melting my hand.

He helps me go up the stairs.

"does it hurt ?" He asks, looking into my eyes, "a little bit, it's okay," I answer, it's so hurt, but I can do that.
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He takes the iodine bottle out of the closet, spreads it on the incision and I moan in pain.
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He continues to treat my leg, wearing it with a special band-aid and my stomach explodes in another moment from the same good pain I would have felt in the past .
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It reminds me of that day, when I was 10yo.

When I got the shot, he was there, he was really there for me.
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It reminds me of the Dust that was, The Dust I love, so much.

"You'll live," he jokes, putting a small smile on my face.

‏.Thanks," I mumble"

We go downstairs, the silence prevails in the living room when suddenly Avery says "Hazel hun , thanks for today."

‏Dust and I have been watching TV for a few minutes, it is too quiet and the situation is so embarrassing.

No one knows what to do.
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I  begin to feel fatigue landing on my body and my head falling to the side, falling on Dust's shoulder

immediately I lift my head but his hand moves my head to his shoulder back and asks to "stay", I leave my head on his shoulder felt his hand pulls near, draws circles .

‏I love the feeling that takes place in my body, and it doesn't happen often, God.
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He keeps stroking my hand, my heart starts beating hard and my skin shivers again as his hand goes

down to my thigh, continuing to draw circles, small, big, and small again.
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He raises his hand up my thigh and approaches under the shirt, towards my panties, by this point they are already soaked, wet.
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I feel the pain in my stomach grow, she flips over.
‏My eyes roll back, remembering the first time it
happened.

‏I let out a sigh as I see his eyes focused on me, watching his hand go up my thigh

"Hazel," he says as he makes his way to the panties, feeling the wet cloth.

"Why are you so wet?" He whispers hoarsely to my ears, I swallow and lower my leg, it's not supposed to happen.

"No," I mumble with my eyes closed, breathing heavily and barely able to speak.

I move from him, move his hand away from me, I have to change underwear.

He gets up from the couch nervously, kicks his shoes and looks at me again, a penetrating look, so deep before he climbs back into the room.