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But following her wishes and leaving her alone hurt.And knowing that she’s been sitting up here crying her heart out slices mine into tiny pieces.
She deserves so much more than this.
She’s beautiful, both inside and out.
She shouldn’t have to deal with the kind of pain she’s suffered in the last few years.
It’s cruel.
She’s suffering and my father and Scott are running around town, throwing their weight around and getting everything their sick, twisted hearts’ desire.
They should be the ones to experience a little pain. Not this sweet, innocent young woman who has the rest of her life just waiting for her.
So fucking cruel.
She continues to cry for the longest time, but as the seconds pass, I notice her hold on me tighten.
I go from a person she tries to push away to a lifeline she clings to.
I shouldn’t fucking like it. But I do. Too fucking much.
Eventually, her sobs ease and her violent trembles soften.
I breathe a sigh of relief that the worst is over, but I don’t release her.
I can’t.
With her in my arms…
Fuck. I’m addicted.
Although obviously slimmer than I’ve ever known her, her body feels soft and pliant against mine.
She might be covered in a large All Hallows’ hoodie, but I just know that her skin beneath will feel like silk.
I felt it when I cleaned up her thighs.
Fucking hell, I need to get a grip.
I squeeze my eyes closed tighter and try not to let my head go there.The flash of the white cotton knickers she was wearing, her sweet scent, her warm, soft skin.
Something tells me it could well have been the most intimate she’s ever been with anyone… and it was with me.
She doesn’t show off her body. She doesn’t reveal her skin.
I think back to that cabin we all visited when she refused to even put on a swimsuit to get in the hot tub.We all know that she’s hiding scars. But is she hiding more than just the aftermath of that car accident?
Is there more to this than any of us know?
Her breathing gets deeper, and steadier, her body getting heavier in my arms.
“Red?” I whisper, testing to see if she’s cried herself to sleep.
Nothing.
Not wanting to spend the rest of the night sitting in the middle of my bed with Abigail in my arms, I gently lean back, taking her with me.
The movement brings her to and she holds me tighter, mumbling “No, don’t let me go.”
