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Izanagi is nowhere to be found.
It's been 18 hours and 29 minutes since he walked out of the door, and I still have no idea where he is. Even though I bought him a phone, he hasn't answered any of the twenty-eight times that I've called him.
I cannot believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm worried about him.
Izanagi has, on multiple occasions, alluded to people looking for him, wanting to take him away, and doing horrible things to him. I remember the conversation from that night I was drunk and he took care of me, and I remember everything he said that they did to him, and I don't want to imagine him going through all those things again.
Before I went to bed last night, I had to patch myself up and clean up the blood stains all over the kitchen in the living room. Another reason why I am going crazy in wanting to know if Izanagi is safe or not is because I know that I cut him deep in at least two separate places, and I don't know if there's a possibility that he could bleed out somewhere.
I had to stitch the cut that he gave me on my thigh, and that certainly wasn't fun because I had to do it myself, and it wasn't until I looked in the mirror that I realized Izanagi gave me a black eye.
"Babe, why are you wearing a hoodie and sunglasses?" Sophia asks after showing up at my apartment because I, unintentionally, ignored her for the past twelve hours. "We're inside and it's 92 degrees."
I can't exactly tell her that I'm hiding a black eye, multiple scars on my face, and hell knows what else, because one, it would lead to me explaining where I got them from, and two, my mind is busy worrying about other things.
"I think I have a fever," I lie. "I feel really cold."
"Well, that sucks," Sophia says empathically and gets up from the couch and heads to the kitchen. "Some tea will make you feel way better."
"Soph, you really don't have to-" I start before she cuts me off.
"No," she starts and says firmly. "I am your best friend, and I am going to be there for you whenever you need me. That also means if you have a fever, I am going to do my best to make sure you feel better."
As she opens the cabinet to grab the tea box, I can't help but feel bad for lying to her like this. Sophia has always been the nicest girl I've ever met, and even though I know I'm lying to protect her, it still gnaws at me every time that she believes every word that comes out of my mouth because she trusts me, in a way that I know I could never trust her.
"How are you and Jax doing?" I ask her, changing the subject and also because she hasn't brought him up in a while. Maybe the bastard finally left her alone once and for all and she's safe again.
