Sykkuno
I quickly dry off so Corpse doesn't get suspicious and cover the bruise with makeup and look at myself in the mirror. My jaw is swollen and the concealer isn't exactly my pale white color but it works for now. I pull on my grey sweats, white wife beater, and fluffy socks then toss my dirty clothes in the basket I open the door and hear his dark voice from the kitchen and smile.
"Sy I can't remember how to work the damn oven!"
His voice is dark and rumbles in the way you would imagine a demon would sound. I love the way he sounds makes me feel a way I haven't ever felt. He's the only one I allow to call me that, it's his special name for me. I walk towards the kitchen through the hallway past my favorite picture of us hanging on the wall. He has his hand around my neck and he's kissing me. Like I said, favorite picture. I continue walking over to the kitchen to help him and as soon as I walk In corpse walks over and gives me a kiss. As he's kissing me he caresses my jaw and stops.
"What the fuck is that."
It's a rhetorical question because he knows exactly what that bump is but my heart races none the less and I'm scared he's going to be mad.
"It's nothing." I try to lie but even talking hurts.
"Bathroom now."
He really left no room for argument and commanded me to go. He fucking knows I covered it with makeup. I start walking because I don't want to piss him off further. As I'm walking I can physically feel him behind me, the anger rolling off of him is so thick I could cut it with a knife. I feel like I'm walking the walk of shame. When we reach the door he opens it and waves me inside.
"Wash."
So I wash. The pale white yellow washes down the drain and reveals the purple/ blue swollen jaw underneath. It looks terrible. I meet his eyes through the mirror but look away immediately. He looks murderous.
"I'm going to ask again Sy. What. The. Fuck. Is. That."
I figure If I give a half truth it's not a lie,
"I got into a fight but it's fine it doesn't even hurt that much." He knows I'm lying it's written all over his face.
"Sy don't fucking lie to me and tell me the whole goddamn truth. Who the fuck did this to you? why? what the fuck what the hell even happened!" His yelling made me want to cry but I didn't want to look even weaker so I started picking at the bottom of my wife beater and told him.
"Toast hit me and I took it. I didn't even hit him back I just ran to my car. I didn't want you to worry so I covered it up and didn't say anything. I'm sorry." At the end of my speech I'm practically whispering trying to keep it together. All he does is grab my arm and pull me in. He hugs me. We stay like that for a while. Until he says,
"Wanna go for a drive?"
I thought just a normal drive to calm down but he had other plans.
