AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And I don’t think it’ll ever go away.
I thought once this was over, he could begin to heal, but too much has happened—I see that now. Sometimes, we don’t heal; we just learn to deal with the demons trapped inside us.
Even if Punky wants out of this life, I don’t think that he can. This is what he knows. This is who he is. And it’s who I love.
Most would run for the hills, but I’m not most. We’ve come too far to give up now, which is why I’m nursing my second cup of coffee as I haven’t been to bed.
Once Punky and Shay came home, Punky showered and went to sleep. He wouldn’t even look at me, and I know that’s because he’s ashamed of what he did. If he had hit me on purpose, this day would go an entirely different way, but it’s because of last night that I’ve done something which I hope will help Punky heal.
When I hear the freezer door open, followed by ice cubes being dropped into a glass, I quickly go inside. Punky is in the kitchen about to pour himself some vodka. He’s obviously run out of whiskey. He pauses when we lock eyes.
At least he can look at me today.
“Yer lip,” he says, clenching the bottle so hard I’m afraid it’ll break. “Does it hurt?”
“I’m fin—”
He doesn’t let me finish as he storms over, gripping my chin between his fingers. He gently turns my face from side to side so he can see the damage.
It hurts like a motherfucker because Punky can throw a mean punch, but it wasn’t a direct hit as he struck me when I attempted to hold him back. My top lip is split open, but it looks a lot worse than it is. That doesn’t make a difference to Punky, though.
All he sees is the bad in himself—never the good—which outweighs it.
“I want to cut off my fucking hands,” he snarls, gently stroking over my cheek.
“Enough.” I grip his hand in mine. “It was an accident, and I don’t want to talk about it ever again. Okay?”
He shakes his head, his eyes still glued to my lip.
“Please. He’s not worth it. He’s already taken up too much of our lives.”
I don’t need to clarify who I speak of.
I refuse to allow him or anyone to ruin today because I have something special planned; something which I hope doesn’t backfire. This is the reason I’ve not slept yet.
With so much death and misery surrounding us, we need this. This is the only thing I can do to help Punky understand how much I love him. That no matter how much blood he has on his hands, I will never leave his side.
This is forever…
“Today is about us.”
Here goes nothing.
“Can you meet me at Kavanagh’s at two o’clock?”
Instantly, a wave of panic overcomes him. “Yer goin’ back there to stay?”
“No,” I quickly reply as he’s misunderstood. “Just meet me at two?”
“Cami—”
But I place my finger over his lips. “Stop arguing and do what you’re told. For once.”
I’m rewarded with a lopsided smirk before Punky wraps his arm around my waist and draws me into his chest. “I’d follow ya into hell if you asked me to.”
Come nightfall, he just may regret his choice of words.
“I’ll see you at two.”
