Forever

Chapter 26

His fingers run through my hair and I lay my head in the crook of his neck inhaling his intoxicating scent. "you're ok Rose, everything will be ok" he try's to assure me "I won't let anyone ever hurt you again, I promise" he whispers against my cheek

I don't even think about the past between me and him, I just focus on him and what he is saying to me now. I can't think about the things he said to me before. My tears continue to fall nonstop, they fall on my neck and soak my cheeks.

The buzz I had in the club is completely gone and I feel sick, sick because of how the stranger touched me, sick because of how much I drank, and sick because I know being in Marcus's arms won't last forever.

He whispers soothing and sweet things in my ear as I cry all the pain away, he holds me close and securely making me feel safe for the first time all night.

I can't help but scream as loudly as I can, I'm so angry and frustrated at the world. Marcus doesn't stop my scream he just lays his head on mine saying everything's going to be ok. I can't believe this happened to me, what did I ever do to deserve this? I'm a good person, why did I have to have an abusive father who hates me? Why does the love of my life not love me back? And why did that man have to do all those things to me? I just wanted a nice night out with my friends so I could forget all the other shit only to have now added more horrible memories

"Please, don't cry Rose" he says sounding like he's going through as much pain I am, his grip on me tightens

The whole night plays back in my head over and over and over, on repeat. The way his hands inched up my dress, how his lips made my stomach clench in disgust when placed on mine, the pain that exploded in my cheek and head when he slapped and pined me against the wall, the way his sharp nails raked my skin tearing into it, the way his hot breath fanned across my bare neck. I keep trying to forget and think about being with Marcus and telling myself I'm safe here but every time I close my eyes images of the man appear...just like my father and the nightmares.
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"Rose, darling do you want anything?" He asks removing my hand from my face so he can see me. His eyes scan my solum face and his face folds in worry, sadness, and a trace of regret.

I clear my throat and wipe my eyes "water and Advil?" I ask looking down, the crying only heightened the pounding in my head.

He nods and lifts me up to put me next to him so he can get up, he stands to gets off the couch and walks down a hallway towards the kitchen. The instant loss of warmth and security makes a wave of sickness pour over me, due to the alcohol and the thought of the man.

I think I'm going to be sick. I stand up feeling wobbly and dizzy, a ping of pain shoots up my leg, I ignore it and look around the room looking for a door that looks like it would lead to a bathroom. I take my best guess on a door to my right an run to it.

Marcus turns around with surprise at my sudden movement, I look past him and run towards the door that I hope leads to the bathroom, ignoring the throbbing. I slap my hand over my mouth not wanting to throw up on the floor, I accidentally hit the side of my cheek and wince in the shooting sting.

My feet pad on the floor lightly as I hear Marcus's heavy footsteps following behind me. I open the door and it reviles a bathroom, thank god. I run over and fall on the ground, my head right over the toilet.

Marcus grabs my hair holding it back and I clutch to the porcelain seat, his other hand rubs my back lightly. Even through the material of my dress I still feel his warmth and the electricity, his hands some how instantly calm me.

As soon as the sick feeling came it's gone just as fast. I take deep breaths and close my eyes concentrating solely on the random patterns Marcus draws on my back, soothing me immensely.