14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

18. A Day With The Deals

Nadia:

I opened my eyes lazily as I felt someone run their hands along my arm. Well, I know who it is.

I didn't bother to lift my head off his chest, instead snuggled closer to him, why was this room so cold?

"Are you gonna wake up?" He laughed

I lifted my head off his chest and gave him a faint smile before letting it fall back on his chest again.

"When did you wake up?" I asked letting my eyes remain closed

"An hour or so."

The fact that he didn't get up and stayed beside me for the past one hour made me grin. That was really sweet of him.

I lifted my head off his chest again and my hazel eyes met with his eyes which seemed pure green at the moment, unlike the bluish-green shade it usually was. I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"You always wear these?" He asked taking my right hand his gaze fixed on the two rings I had in my ring and pinky finger.

"Yep, the one on pinky was Irene's," I said

"Irene is your middle name.." he said sounding confused

"Yeah, it's my grandmother from Dad's side."

"The other one?" He asked

I sighed, lord help me.

"My mom. I think she sent it for my 11th birthday, not sure." I replied. I was sure because that was one of the only times she remembered it.

"You miss her?" He asked

I think there is no point in lying at this point, so I simply nodded. It was weird, why was I even telling him about this, I usually never talk about this. There was a short silence as he wrapped his arm around me, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was a peaceful one rather, I read somewhere recently that if you don't have a great bond with the person you are with, only then the silent moments feel awkward.

"When I told you the other day, that we will have a sleepover soon, I didn't imagine it would be this quick and permanent." He said as I laughed

Permanent? Well at least until the end of school it does feel permanent after that I will go to college, I don't know about him though....

"I think you should go back to the couch before dad wakes up and you become homeless again." I joked as he let out a sigh.

I let my head rest against the pillow as he got up and sat on the bed with his back facing me. I gaped as I noticed there was a weird bruise in an almost purple color all the way from the back of his right shoulder to his left waist.

I sat up quickly and placed my hand on his back and I felt his body tense up for a second before his muscles relaxed.

"What is this?" I asked tracing it with my hands, though I think I know the answer already.

"It's nothing..." He shrugged turning around and his head hung low that his back was no longer visible to me.

I continued to stare at him, you didn't have to be a genius to figure out those were marks left behind from a leather belt or something similar.

"Yesterday?" I sighed placing my hand on his shoulder

"What did I do to him? You heard what he said yesterday, if I am dead or alive he doesn't give a shit, he doesn't care..." His voice cracked as his eyes started to become glossy.

I saw him cry last night when he left his home, if there is anything I know, it is that he doesn't deserve to be treated like this, no one does! For sixteen years living under the constant fear of being used as someone's punching bag.