Celeste hated how timid Henry had to be with her and she still didn't understand why he was so patient with her. Sometimes he seemed too nice and Celeste was waiting for him to snap at her or force himself on her, anything. She had never met a man so kind and gentle and she hated that she couldn't fully believe he was really that way.
Dropping his hand, but not before giving it a gentle squeeze, she disappeared into his bathroom, leaving the door cracked. She flipped the light on and began to peel her clothes off, doing her best to not glance up at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to see the bruises and cuts, the red and purple tender patches that decorated her legs or the cigarette burns that littered her arms. Celeste was quick to pull on a loose pair of sleeping pants and an long sleeved blue shirt, the sleeves long enough to fall over her hands.
Finally, she looked up in the mirror, her eyes scanning over the dark purple bruise under her left eye. Why was Henry putting up with her? She wasn't worth his time. Pushing herself away from the sink, she slowly crept back out into the bedroom, seeing him already curled up in the bed. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, every time they got together felt like their very first time all over again. Crawling into the bed, she wiggled under the sheets and did her best to press against him, knowing it wasn't fair to treat him like her abuser just because she was scared.
@ castle.
Dropping his hand, but not before giving it a gentle squeeze, she disappeared into his bathroom, leaving the door cracked. She flipped the light on and began to peel her clothes off, doing her best to not glance up at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to see the bruises and cuts, the red and purple tender patches that decorated her legs or the cigarette burns that littered her arms. Celeste was quick to pull on a loose pair of sleeping pants and an long sleeved blue shirt, the sleeves long enough to fall over her hands.
Finally, she looked up in the mirror, her eyes scanning over the dark purple bruise under her left eye. Why was Henry putting up with her? She wasn't worth his time. Pushing herself away from the sink, she slowly crept back out into the bedroom, seeing him already curled up in the bed. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, every time they got together felt like their very first time all over again. Crawling into the bed, she wiggled under the sheets and did her best to press against him, knowing it wasn't fair to treat him like her abuser just because she was scared.
@ castle.
February 21st, 2020 at 11:57pm