To Write Love on His Arms

I stood at the kitchen counter, making myself a peanut butter sand which. Lyn sat at my feet begging for me to feed her some of my food. I just ignored her and spread the butter on both sliced of bread, watching the creamy mixture do it's job at looking delicious. I pressed the slices of bread together and set them down about to wipe the remaining peanut butter on my knife off with a paper towel but I stopped myself and looked down at Lyn.

I smirked and flicked my wrist, watching the cream peanuts fall onto the kitchen floor and letting Lyn eat it up. I giggled to myself and tossed the knife in the kitchen sink and turned around only to be met with arms wrapping around me.

I tossed the fork into the sink and spun around, only to be met with Isaiah chest and his hands digging into my wrist. "Who said you could fucking touch my ramen, let alone eat at all?" He growled, pushing me away from him roughly and then slapping me hard, sending me flying into the counter top.


I quickly pushed myself away, unpleasant chills ghosting up my body and my breathe beginning to come out uneven. I looked up, relieved to see the familiar brown headed, blue and green eyed June. My boyfriend. June just looked at me curiously, slightly shocked.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I-I just, I-I, y-you just, a-and." I felt my bottom lip quiver as I held my head down in shame. How could I have mistaken June for the spawn of the devil Isaiah? I began to cry softly and I couldn't pin point the reason behind it. "Sunshine, don't cry." June cooed, cautiously wrapping his arms around my waist. I buried my head into his chest and wrapped my arms around him, relishing in the feeling of his warmth and his scent.

"I though you were Isaiah." I told him. June just began to rub my back and I shuddered,my eyelids fluttering. "It's okay I understand." He told me. I nodded my head and clung onto him.

It'd been three days since I saw Isaiah. Three fucking days since my old habits have been kicking back into play. The constant fear digging into my spine and paranoia piercing my brain. Sometimes I'd just be sitting down watching TV and I'd start to have a panic attack, Lyn would then bark and run to June, notifying him that something was wrong. Then June would come and i knew it would be June coming, knew it'd be him touching me. Even then though, when ever his hand would make contact with my body my mind would send be back into a memory of when Isaiah had hurt me and I would in turn push June away. Then I'd feel guilty and apologize and then he'd pull me close and rub my back like he is now.

I also couldn't sleep. At night I'd sit on the couch and stay up, refusing to go to bed even with knowing June's bare chest would be pressed against my naked back and his arms would be wrapped around me. I didn't want to sleep, I thought maybe Isaiah would pop out of somewhere, trying to attack me again.

But I was oh so tired now. Reluctantly my eyes began to close my themselves and my body went slack. June quickly caught me before I slid to the floor and he picked me up like a bride. I whine quietly, trying to convince myself I shouldn't be going to bed, it was too much of a risk.

What if something happened?

"Relax Atticus, nothings going to happen." June cooed, placing me in his bed. I just nodded my head and began to take of my pants. June helped me and then he tucked me in, kissing my forehead and running his fingers through my hair.

"Get your sleep Hun." He whispered. I nodded my head, closing my eyes. "I'm going to give Lyn a bath, Kay?" He told me. I hummed in response and pulled the sheets closer to my body, my muscled relaxing quickly.

I just let my guard down, I let myself sleep.