It took me a moment to process what I was hearing when she spoke. I was prepared to sleep on the floor forever. I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting a stranger sleeping in the same bed as you. I wouldn’t trust a stranger either. I could tell that there was something she was hiding from me but I didn’t pry since I’m hiding my true feelings for her. I didn’t quite believe my ears when she offered me a space next to her on the bed. I didn’t even think she meant it in a sexual way, although if she offered I wouldn’t decline.
I never would’ve thought that I would end up here. Next to her. Holding her. Smelling her flowery scent. Feeling her silky hair brush against my cheek. Feeling her skin against mine. Her breath matching my own. Holding her felt like a sin. There’s no way I did anything to deserve this woman in my arms. She may not be mine but whether she wanted it or not she has my heart.
She shifted in her sleep causing her shirt to ride up revealing the now faint line of the year old wound from the day we officially met. I tugged her shirt back over her back careful not to wake her. I would sleep but the sight of her nestled against my chest was a sight I might not ever see again after tonight.
“NO!” Her scream startled me. For a split second I thought she was screaming at me but her eyes were squeezed shut. She was suddenly kicking and thrashing around like she was desperate to get away from whatever she was dreaming about. I thought that I was the only one with nightmares.
“Hey, Nissa, wake up. It’s a dream. Wake up.” I gently shook her until her eyes opened.
Before she was fully awake she violently jerked away from my touch. Once she realized it was me she visually relaxed. “Edwin, I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” She rolled onto her back trying to steady her breathing.
“There’s no need to apologize to me. I wasn’t sleeping. Even if I was sleeping it’s about time you get some pay back.” I assured her. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She sighed and pushed herself up so she was sitting. “It’s a long story.” She rested her chin on her knees, and I saw glistening streams coming out of the corners of her eyes.
“I have time to listen,” I replied, sitting up then resting a hand on her back.
She was quiet for a long moment. She took a deep slightly shaky breath. “Everytime I think I’m over my past it comes back to remind me that he is still out there some where. I know that he won’t ever find me it’s just the thought that he is out there and there’s the slightest chance that he could find me one day.” She spoke softly.
“Who’s out there?” I asked gently.
“My uncle Stan, also known as One Shot Stan. I should have told you sooner I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up.” She explained.
Her uncle is One Shot Stan?! I thought to myself having the sudden realization that the person I double crossed in order to save her was her uncle. “Did you know he was trying to have you killed?” I asked, unable to sugar coat it.
“No. However, I’m not surprised. I stole his money after what he did to me. I’m assuming that’s who hired you to kill me.” She sighed.
How is she so calm about this? What type of uncle hires a hit man to kill his own niece? “He must have done something pretty bad in order for you to take such a risk.” I replied, wondering if she would tell me what happened without me asking.
“Just before my eighteenth birthday he decided to get have his friends over. His friends kept on trying to give me drinks and eventually when I kept refusing them they started to get pissy. They told my uncle that he raised his niece like a prude and that I was no fun. My uncle didn’t like that so he responded by grabbing me by the hair and forcing alcohol down my throat. Then he ripped my clothes off and told his friends that no one got to have fun with me until he was done with me. After that things get all fuzzy. I remember pain and being passed around to each of his five friends after he was done with me. They made the mistake of leaving me on the floor alone once they had their fun. Once they were gone I stole his cash, packed a bag and got the hell out and never looked back.” Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke but she held it together until then end. “My nightmares are just replays of that night and I wake up feeling so dirty even now five years later.” Her voice cut off and I could see the tears building in her eyes again.
I felt my blood boil as she explained what happened to her. I have never wanted to kill anyone more. “Would you like me to kill him?” I replied, not knowing how else to comfort her.
“No. I would like to be the one to kill him.” She replied, darkly. “I think that is the only way I’ll know I’m safe.” She paused for a moment and her voice softened. “What’s your reason for wanting him dead?”
She doesn’t miss a thing now does she. I felt my chest tighten with nerves. “I want him dead because of what he did to you. I can’t explain the amount of pure fury that comes over me at the thought of Stan doing those unforgivable acts just to show off to his friends. It makes me glad that I back stabbed him when I did.” I explained, leaning against the wall.
She leaned her head back on the wall after scooting closer to me. After some time she spoke again. “So I know you care about me, but in what way?” Her big eyes turning to gaze at me.
I knew she would figure it out eventually. I wouldn’t dream of telling her a lie. “I care about you in the way that you make me feel something that I’ve never felt before. I’ve never been taught the name of this feeling because I was trained to never feel anything. They told us that feelings get in the way and make you weak, but I’ve never felt stronger than when I’m with you. I can’t hide who I am when I’m around you because I don’t want to. Don’t feel obligated to feel the same way if you don’t. I just can’t lie to you.” I spoke while making eye contact with her so she could see that I was being sincere.
She let out a long breath. “Now that’s a relief to hear. I thought I was the only one who developed feelings over time. What you describe sounds similar to what the books call love, but let’s go off the book and make this our own unforgettable something.” She replied with a huge a smile.
My stomach lurched in the best of ways and my face warmed. “Is this an inappropriate time to ask to kiss you?” I found myself asking, suddenly relieved that she feels the same about me.
Instead of replying I was greeted by a pair of warm gentle lips pressing into mine. She pulled away after several sweet moments passed. “Now that was better than what the books said.” She smirked.
I laughed and wrapped her in my arms and settled back under the covers. “This is the best feeling I’ve felt so far,” I replied, kissing the top of her head.
“Mmhmmm,” she moaned into my chest, already half asleep.
I felt my eyelids close as her warmth lulled me into a deep sleep with a smile on my face.
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