Even Heroes Have Scars

[7] Pillow

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This chapter isn't as long as some of the others but I hope you like it!

Ansley's P.O.V.

Once we got to the apartments, Drew thanked me for the ride and said bye to Jacob. He went to his apartment and Jacob and I went to ours.

"You hungry? What did you eat there?" I asked Jacob.

"Dinner was hamburgers so I ate that then a marshmallow at the fire," he answered as his book bag slammed onto the ground almost effortlessly off his shoulder. I nodded.

"Did you have fun?" I sat on the couch, patting the cushion beside me for him to sit on, which he did.

"It was so fun! I made a lot of new friends and hang out with Demi and comforted her when she got hurt and-"

"Wait she got hurt?!" I sat straight up, worried.

"She got hit in the head with a football and fell into the pool so I helped her get inside with ice," he explained.

"Was she okay?" I asked.

"Yeah."

He finished telling me about his time at Demi's. When he was done I sent him to bed and then I got ready for my next job. Blue golf shirt with my name tag, and khaki pants. Why did all the jobs out there have golf shirts and khakis? It's the same wardrobe everywhere, just different colors. I went into my bathroom and flinched at the mirror, then opened the drawer with my makeup in it, fixing some of my makeup and then putting some more on my arms, making sure to cover every scar and cut. I left my room and slowly snuck past Jacob's room. He didn't know I had a second job, and I wasn't going to let him know. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I left the apartment and drove to work.

When I finally got there I was five minutes early. I signed in and grabbed my price scanner, then walked around the store, assisting people who needed help.

Demi's P.O.V.

After Ansley left, most of the kids' parents came at took them. Wilmer and I went upstairs and he started kissing me in the hallway, trailing his lips down to my neck and sucking on my sweet spot, which made me moan. He pressed me against my door and I quickly found the handle, opening the door so we could enter. I locked the door and he pinned me down on my king sized bed as he started to lift my shirt.

"Baby, I'm on my period," I whispered.

"Nonsense, you were on it last week," he laughed.

He threw my shirt across the room, followed by my bra, then his own shirt. I quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him. He looked at me anxiously.

"My head hurts. Can we please not tonight?" I managed to ask.

He nodded with a smile, then put his shirt on, then helping me put my bra and shirt back on.

"I'll be right back," he said, then he left the room, coming back with a cup of water and two pills, then putting them in my hands. "It'll help your headache, baby."

I smiled and took them, then leaned against the pillows. They felt so uncomfortable. My back ached and I sat up.

"I'm going to go to the store. Will you go with me?" I asked Wilmer, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand on my knee.

"Of course. Whatcha need?" He asked.

"Pillows," I replied, sipping my water.

"I can get some for you," he offered, but I shook my head.

"I'm picky. I need to go," I told him as I threw my legs over the side of the bed and slipped my flip flops on.

We both got in his car and drove to the store which was like five minutes from my house. Wilmer held my hand the entire way, glancing over at me every so often. I hated that I didn't love him. He was so good to me. He treated me like a princess and I treated him like a prince, but I never gave him all of me, I never gave him my love, even if I said I love you, I didn't mean it.