Strings

Chapter 22

That night I fucked some girl who's name I couldn't even remember and told myself it's enough to keep those hazel-brown eyes to make its way into my mind.

That is my earliest memory of Avery. Happy, beautiful, light-hearted and carefree.

And I feel bile rising up my throat as I compare that image of my Avery with the one from last night.
Beaten to pulp, attacked, all alone, bruised up with literal blood and tears.

But its enough. Enough is enough. So far I complied with her sister and father out of respect for the family she loved so much. But no more. No one and no body will ever hurt her in any way. This whole mess was and is entirely Olivia's doing and there's no fucking way that I'll let her mess touch Avery ever again.

Those fuckers thought they knew about damage. I'd like to be there to see the look on their pathetic little eyes when they come face-to-face with fucking annihilation.

They should've known. They messed with the wrong man's wife.
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Avery

I groan loudly as I try to sit up. The sun's on my face, and my vision feels groggy. I blink hard a couple of times trying to restore my vision.

It takes me a while to register where I am and I finally realize I am back in my room. How did I get here?

And then it hits me. The warmth I felt seconds before I passed out. Hayden had found me. The memory of what had happened hits me and I wince again as my head hurts.

I throw my legs off my bed and a sharp pain flares all over my body. My injured foot had been tended to, the plaster feeling heavy against my body weight pulling me down. My hand looked much better too, but again in plaster, although this one didn't feel as heavy as the one on my leg. It wasn't as constricting either.

Still I couldn't help but dislike the site of it. I looked broken. I felt broken.

Gingerly lifting my shirt up, to see the condition of my abdomen after it had sustained quite a few harsh kicks, tears line my eyes at the site that greeted me. Ugly black and blue bruises scattered all across my frame like huge blotches of spilt ink. I wince as I gently trace one of them, the pain shooting up immediately.

My legs feel like pudding as I try to lift myself off my bed and limp my way towards the washroom. I freshen up the best I can, but I wasn't ever really trained to take a shower with plastered hands and feet.

I scrub myself gently, feeling the desperate urge to clean myself off from the memory. Once I am done and dressed up in a fresh set of pj's; I go back out.

I make my way downstairs the best I can. It was a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea. I can't be putting any pressure on my leg whatsoever, I don't need a doctor to tell me that.
But desperate situations call for desperate measures.
I had to be able to contact Hayden. Find out what the hell is going on. And I won't achieve that from holing up in my bedroom. Even in this condition.

Before I even barely made it to the living room where I knew there was a telephone I could use, I put too much pressure on my plastered hand, on a desperate attempt to soothe the pain I skip a step and lose my balance.
I don't even have time to brace myself for the fall as huge arms wrap around me immediately steadying me.

I wince as my abdomen shoots up in pain and Hayden curses from behind me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing down here?"

I gently turn around to look at him. He looked visibly stressed out since the last time I saw him. Dark circles under his beautiful stormy eyes tell me he hasn't slept in god knows how long. His face is littered with concern which is rare for himself.
Hayden Xavier Knight is not one who is known for his emotions.

I take a deep breath. I don't feel afraid of him anymore. Despite all that had happened I had begun to trust him. I know he'd never hurt me. We were a far cry from a happily married couple madly in love but whats to say we can't be friends?
I sure as hell could use one right now.

I place the palm of my hand against his chest, the action coming both natural and easy from me and look back at him.

"Hayden we've got to talk." I say softly. His brows furrows a little, as if still in hesitation and deep thought.
I trust him but he's got to trust me back as well.

"Please." I almost whimper.
"I need to know."

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