The Illusion Of Progress

A Blessing In Disguise

Chapter Six

I cried until my tears dried up. The horror that washed over Demi's face was enough to make my heart sink to my stomach. I wasn't expecting her to come back into my life after that night at the club. She made it crystal clear that she didn't want to see me any more. But just like a boomerang, she came back to me ready to have make-up sex.

I did miss her. She had this affect on me that was overpowering against my will. And it scared me because, someone as corrupted as her usually didn't have a heart. But I was wrong. When she had me on the floor, naked, my train of thoughts desinagrated as she kissed down my body. I didn't think she'd notice those scars.

Then again, she was fimilar with the issue. She could spot them a mile away and know they weren't just scars. I scared the shit out of her, and that's when I realized that she genuinely cared about me. She had examined my arms, wrists, and the rest of my exposed body. She had checked for recent ones, but they were faded at that point.

I was in the bathroom splashing water on my face, waking myself up. When I looked at my reflection, my face wasn't tarnished. I didn't exactly feel great, but I looked a bit better than yesterday. The water droplets dripped down my face and I grabbed the small towel on the rack. Once I cleaned my face, I pulled down on the fabric that covered my pelvis.

The scars were still healing. I remembered the delicate touch of her lips and fingers on them. She was so concerned for me that she stayed with me. I wouldn't let go of her and she wouldnt let go of me. I felt safe in her arms, like she wouldn't let anything bad happen to me again.

I walked out of my room as I smelled pancakes wafer in the air. I put my unbrushed hair into a messy as I entered the kitchen. She was reading something intently on her phone. It was strange to see her without a cigarette dangling from her lips or a bottle in her hand. Instead, there was a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Good morning," I said, sweetly.

She glanced up from her phone and immediately put it back in her pocket, "Morning," she took a step forward and engulfed me in a one arm hug, "how are you feeling?" She asked, kissing the side of my face.

I wrapped my arms around her, "Better, now that you're here."

She smiled, "I made breakfast!"

"I bet it tastes delicious"

"I'll set the plates," she commanded and responded by siting at the table.

"Can I have coffee, please?" I asked, forgetting to do it myself.

"Sure, baby," the sudden nickname made me smile.

Her hand rested on my back as she served me a cup of hot coffee. I drank the beverage and it instantly warmed my insides. She went back to the kitchen and came back with two plates filled with, pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

"You're waitressing skills are amazing. I'm impressed," I laughed.

"See, people think I'm just a singer/actress. But I'm secretly a waitress too," she joked.

"Well, everything looks good. But you're missing two things."

"What?"

"The butter and syrup," I smirked.

She looked at the table and pressed her lips, "I'll be back," she groaned.

After coming back for the third time, we both ate. It dawned on me that things were getting serious and that our hook ups wouldn't occur like before. The pancakes became thick when I swallowed them and I had to drown it with my coffee.