Healing is a slow and painful process
My dreams were filled with nightmares, I didn’t have one moment peace since I shut my eyes. I spent half the night crying into my pillow and trying to keep silent. I didn’t want to disturb Lindsey in any way, just me being here did that enough as it was.
It was about nine am when I gave up the notion of sleeping and got out of bed. Looking around at my new surroundings I couldn’t help but smile just a little. I’ve never felt more comfortable then I do right now. I never felt really at home or wanted growing up but here - a place I haven’t been in for a full day - felt more like home then anything away from my mother.
I pulled my bags to the side and started going through them, most of my witchcraft things were gone, well forgotten. Beth didn’t know where they were so for once it’s not her fault. It’s for the best, Lindsey doesn’t know and maybe it’s better that way, at least for now.
Maybe I could hint little things to him and somehow bring the subject up, see how he reacts and go from there. I could try at least, I hope. I’ve never been one to be sneaky; I left that up to the rest of my family.
Slowly I pulled things out of my bag to wear before tiptoeing around the apartment for a towel as I slipped into the bathroom. Sighing, I looked into the mirror and shook my head at the sight of my own face, it was bad. Maybe the worst it’s been in a long time. That alone worried me, what if Lindsey hadn’t come for me, what would have happened then...
I shudder at the thought.
Quietly I got into the shower and stood under the hot water for who knows how long, I got lost in it. I didn’t have to worry about making sure the door was locked, Donnie flushing the toilet downstairs just to scold me or give me a cold shower. Simple things made me realize just how free I was.
I might be free but I was still scared of things, but that was normal. This was new and frightening and it would take getting used to. Thankfully I was comfortable with Lindsey to begin with, that made things easier.
I got out of the shower eventually and slowly got dressed, hissing when I had to put my bra on because the marks on my back hurt still. Once I did that I finished getting dressed, running my fingers through my hair and leaving it down to dry I hung the towel up and made sure the bathroom was neat before I left it.
It was nearly eleven am so I decided to head into the kitchen and surprise him with breakfast. Hopefully he had what I needed. Pancakes were mamma’s favorite things to make and teach me, I could make them in my sleep if I wanted too.
Opening the cabinets I started going through everything and pulling out what I needed, soon enough I found enough to make chocolate chip pancakes and cheese omelets.
It wasn’t long before I heard Lindsey start to move around, I kept on doing what I was doing and waited for him to come in. I hope I didn’t make too much noise and wake him; I’d feel horridly bad.
A few minutes later I heard him come in, yawning and leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. I turned and grinned at him. “Morning, I made breakfast.” I gave him a hopeful look. “I h-hope you don’t mind…”
It was about nine am when I gave up the notion of sleeping and got out of bed. Looking around at my new surroundings I couldn’t help but smile just a little. I’ve never felt more comfortable then I do right now. I never felt really at home or wanted growing up but here - a place I haven’t been in for a full day - felt more like home then anything away from my mother.
I pulled my bags to the side and started going through them, most of my witchcraft things were gone, well forgotten. Beth didn’t know where they were so for once it’s not her fault. It’s for the best, Lindsey doesn’t know and maybe it’s better that way, at least for now.
Maybe I could hint little things to him and somehow bring the subject up, see how he reacts and go from there. I could try at least, I hope. I’ve never been one to be sneaky; I left that up to the rest of my family.
Slowly I pulled things out of my bag to wear before tiptoeing around the apartment for a towel as I slipped into the bathroom. Sighing, I looked into the mirror and shook my head at the sight of my own face, it was bad. Maybe the worst it’s been in a long time. That alone worried me, what if Lindsey hadn’t come for me, what would have happened then...
I shudder at the thought.
Quietly I got into the shower and stood under the hot water for who knows how long, I got lost in it. I didn’t have to worry about making sure the door was locked, Donnie flushing the toilet downstairs just to scold me or give me a cold shower. Simple things made me realize just how free I was.
I might be free but I was still scared of things, but that was normal. This was new and frightening and it would take getting used to. Thankfully I was comfortable with Lindsey to begin with, that made things easier.
I got out of the shower eventually and slowly got dressed, hissing when I had to put my bra on because the marks on my back hurt still. Once I did that I finished getting dressed, running my fingers through my hair and leaving it down to dry I hung the towel up and made sure the bathroom was neat before I left it.
It was nearly eleven am so I decided to head into the kitchen and surprise him with breakfast. Hopefully he had what I needed. Pancakes were mamma’s favorite things to make and teach me, I could make them in my sleep if I wanted too.
Opening the cabinets I started going through everything and pulling out what I needed, soon enough I found enough to make chocolate chip pancakes and cheese omelets.
It wasn’t long before I heard Lindsey start to move around, I kept on doing what I was doing and waited for him to come in. I hope I didn’t make too much noise and wake him; I’d feel horridly bad.
A few minutes later I heard him come in, yawning and leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. I turned and grinned at him. “Morning, I made breakfast.” I gave him a hopeful look. “I h-hope you don’t mind…”