A crazy opportunity (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

I wake up feeling groggy, slowly recalling the night before. I groan, trying to sit up; key word, trying. I shift my head to the side slowly, trying to check the time. 5 A.M. ugh, I barely got any sleep last night; I feel so tired and heavy. But I need this extra time to get ready to be at the studio by 7:30.

I try and shift my weight onto the extra throw pillows next to my head, slowly sitting up. I turn my bedside lamp on since it's still dark outside. Alon must have moved me to my bed when he left in the middle of the night.

Speaking of him, he slowly enters the room with ice, a glass of water, and 2 pills, grimacing when he sees me. "Good morning to you too," I groggily say.

He sighs, "sorry. I'm just worried about you. This is all my fault." He says, putting the things on my bedside table and running his fingers through his hair.

"Shut up Alon. Please, just stop apologizing for things that aren't your fault." I groan, reaching out for the water and pills. I'm the type of person who gets the water in my mouth and then pops the pills in, and I swallow them together. Most people think it's weird, but I'm not most people!

I slowly try moving to get off the bed. Alon helps me, holding most of my weight. "I think you should stay at home today." He says.

"Are you crazy? No way! It's my first day." I tell him.

"But-"

"I'll be fine. The pills will kick in, I'll cover up the bruises, and last night will just be a nightmare that we share." I say.

He just groans, knowing that I won't change my mind on this. "Fine, but we're going together."

"But you have to drop the kids off at school." I argue

"We can leave a little early, and I'll run back." He says back.

I just hum, opening the bathroom door. I look at my reflection and gasp. There are bruises under my eyes from lack of sleep and a clear handprint on my throat. I pull my sweatshirt up a little to show a painting of blue, purple, and red, adorning my stomach.

Alon just stares, with guilt swimming in his eyes. I clear my throat, "Can you get me a change of clothes? I'm gonna hop in the shower. Preferably a hoodie and leggings please."

He swallows visibly, says, "Yeah" and walks out. Turning back to the mirror, I quickly put my hair up, use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and start taking my clothes off.

I turn the heat up in the shower, and relax under the hot streams of water. I take my vanilla infused lavender body wash and slowly start washing up, massaging my bruises softly. As I'm showering, I hear the door open slightly, immediately making me tense.

"I'm putting your clothes on the counter." Alon says. Geez, can't he ever knock?

"K. Thanks" I reply, hearing the door shut.

I dry myself as I walk over to the counter, analyzing each bruise. Tears start welling up in my eyes. This is all my fault. I let my guard down and I almost got the kids in trouble. What if he hurt them? My breathing starts getting heavier, and my chest starts to hurt. It takes me a moment to recognize the anxiety and symptoms of a panic attack.

I slide down, leaning against the wall as I sit on the floor. I can't focus on anything. It hurts to breathe. I try to think back to what Alon always tells me when I get into a panic attack. I start focusing on his voice, resting my head on my knees, and slowly regain my breath.

I feel even more tired, if that's even possible. I look up at the wall clock and see it's 6 A.M. I don't have time to laze around, Alon and I need to leave in 30 minutes if he wants to make it back in time for the kids' school.

I get up, leaning against the counter, and put my clothes on first. The only bruises I need to cover up are the ones on my neck and under my eyes. I know it'd be easier to wear a turtleneck, but I absolutely hate them with a dying passion. They make me look even fatter than usual.

I get out my makeup kit and start covering up the bruises. I put on a little eyeliner too, just to look presentable. Oh who am I kidding? I'm literally in a hoodie and leggings and am talking about being presentable. Oh well.

I put my hair down and slowly walk out the bathroom door, putting pressure on my stomach to reduce the pain. I grab my things from my room and put Macy's bag in hers. She and Matt are still sleeping so I go to wake Matt up, gently rubbing his shoulder.

Once he's awake, I go down to see Alon making breakfast for the kids. He turns around and says, "Blake's out. So the kids are fine. Just in case, I've asked Jake to come over. He told me to remind you that you guys have a dance video due on Friday for the winter production."

I totally forgot about that. "Ya, we need to get started today. We've done segments, but I want to run through it fully a couple times before recording."

I think he booked the recording studio and the videographer for Thursday, I'll text him about it later.

Alon finishes making scrambled eggs; he grabs a mug of hot cocoa and a piece of toast, handing them to me, and putting his coat on. We walk to the studio quietly, him carrying most of my weight as I lean on him, eating my breakfast.

When we walk up to the entrance doors he says, "I'll leave you here. I need to run if I want to get the kids to school on time."

"Thank you, Alon. I love you," I tell him, hugging him.

"Love you too panda bear." He says, and runs off. Leaving me at the entrance of the studio.

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A/N: First of all, THANK YOU ALL TO OVER 100 READS!!!! I can't believe it, you guys are amazing!
Second of all, I might be a little slower on updates this weekend and next week. I'll try my best for daily's like usual, but I can't promise because my family will be around more.
Also, did anyone watch Charlie's live yesterday? I spent too much time watching the full hour and a half, lol. Please vote and comment, and I'll get back to you soon!
Happy Holidays lovelies!! Have a wonderful day/winter break! Hugs and kisses.