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Again, he nodded.
"Take care of yourself and our little girl," he said gesturing to my stomach.
I didn't waitfor Kit, in fact, I thought about ringing Bob to pick me up but that opportunity had already passed and it was irresponsible to not just get into the car with Kit. If I wasn't pregnant, I probably would have stayed at my grandparents or would have found another way home. Truth was, I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.
He didn't attempt to talk to me on the way home, and I was relieved. It was getting late and I needed to sleep before dealing with this. Once home I didn't wait for him to go to bed. Once upstairs I felt even more exhausted and after I dressed in my vest and shorts I stared at myself in the long-length mirror, turning on a side to fully see my stomach.
As I did, Kit came into the room and looked at me. I watched as he collected some things from his chest of drawers and then left as quickly as he came. The emotion it left on my chest hurt as I crawled into bed.
I laid there alone for what felt like forever, trying to figure this out. I knew I'd done wrong, but yet I also felt like I'd done the best thing. I couldn't keep lying to my grandparents the rest of my life.
My parents had.
I wasn't my parents, I obviously wasn't as strong as them. But maybe I needed to be.
I kept swirling everything around and around in my head until exhaustion took over and I drifted off.
"Just like her mother…"
I knew I was in a nightmare. I knew it. I just couldn't find my escape. I couldn't find my way out. I couldn't escape this bar unless I thought about something different. Once I thought about Kit he was brought before me, crouched on the floor like my parents had been. Only, he couldn't see me. He was bound, his mouth tied with a cloth. His face was slashed and bruised and I sobbed, trying to get him to see me. I knew what was coming. I wasn't expecting Kit's father to come forward, with the man I'd seen him at the fight ring with. Kit's trainer. He didn't stand a chance, Kit was bound and he made him stand only so he could kick him to the floor again.
"No!" I screamed, begging them to stop until I saw him revealing a knife. With Kit's face pushed down into the floor, I started to hear the blood curdling screams as this guy pierced his skin with the blade. I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to stop them but I couldn't move my body. All I could do was watch the torture, screaming and begging them to stop until—
"Hey, hey!"
I scrunched my eyes at the bright light burning into my stinging eyes. Once I felt my drenched cheeks I tried wiping them free of tears but it was useless. I was still crying and despite Kit being here I lifted my legs without crushing them into my stomach and I sobbed into my hands.
"Eves," Kit pulled at me, pulling me onto his lap as I continued to cry.
"Hey, you're safe," he said, kissing my temple. Although I wasn't asleep anymore, I was still stuck in the nightmare and I fought against my mind to rid myself of the images.
I groaned, wishing I could scrape them from my mind.
"I'm fine," I eventually said trying to be strong, and I left him there to go to the bathroom.
I made sure to lock the door and I sat on the toilet, wiping my face as I tried to comfort myself.
"Eves?" Kit spoke through the door but I wasn't sure what to say. I could tell by the way Kit had sat on the bed that he hadn't been in the bed with me prior to waking me up. That he had decided not to come to bed at all.
It showed how mad he was with me and it tore me to shreds.
"I'm fine, Kit, I just need to go back to sleep."
That was the last thing I intended on doing. It was now roughly about 3am and I knew I'd be awake for the rest of the night.
When I came out of the bathroom I passed him and went straight back to bed, without a word being spoken from him. He didn't follow after me and I didn't expect him to. He didn't even wanna be in the same room as me, I'd fucked up that bad.
To my surprise, I fell back to sleep after an hour of staring at the wall. I'd managed to re-think everything that I'd done, and the next morning I woke up later than usual after I heard Kit rustling about downstairs.
Behind the bedroom door, I had my thin dressing gown hung up and I pulled it on. It was a thin dressing gown because those fluffy ones always gave me heat stroke after five minutes of wearing them. This dressing gown was purely to cover up, but I kept it open at the front so my body could still breathe.
I foundhim in the kitchen, with his back facing me where he sat at the kitchen counter.
He bit a chunk from his toast, looking like it repulsed him so he pushed it away as I got further into the room. I didn't expect the best reception, but I did at least expect him to acknowledge me.
I looked back into the living room and saw the blanket he'd used still sprawled over the couch.
"Do you wanna talk about this or continue to act like I don't exist?"
