Morning came and to say I was still afraid of Kian was an understatement. I kept to myself most of the day. I stayed in my room shaking and silently crying. There was a bruise on my left wrist and my back was in pain.
I’m unusually tired because I spent the majority of the night crying.
I was to say the least, severely traumatized by the way Kian had pushed me back into that wall last night. I thought about calling my dad but there were so many stupid reasons holding me back
I didn’t want all of that drama and fuss. I just wanted to be alone.
When I finally left the comforts of my room to make some food Kian was in the kitchen. I was tense, I wasn’t sure if I should just turn around and go hide in my room again or try to show Kian I wasn’t afraid of him even though I was completely terrified.
My stomach growled, Kian looked up at me and I decided I had no choice now. I moved around him, letting him have his space. I didn’t look him in the eye or challenge him but just let him do what he needed without complaining or telling him to hurry up. I had safely made a bagel and I was hurrying to leave when-
“Why do you have that sweater on, it’s like a hundred degrees outside” he says
“I’m cold”
“No you’re not, you’re sweating, you hair is sticking to your forehead”
If only Kian knew I was sweating from the anxiety I felt being so close to him
“Sweating is good, I sweat on purpose because I heard it makes you lose weight faster” that was a blatant lie but I was still hoping Kian would buy it…
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Take that ridiculous sweater off”
“Don’t tell me what do.” I snapped
He snags me by the waist and pushes me back against the counter, my back is still sore but that’s something I’m trying to keep to myself. Kian starts roughly yanking the sweater off, my back is hurting so bad I want to cry
“Your dad hates me; if you get sick or have a heat stroke he’ll blame it on me. So stop lounging around in sweaters that people wear when it’s snowing outside” he snaps
He roughly grabbed the hand I was trying to hide and shoved the sweater in it. I yelled out in pain, my eyes were watering; it seriously hurt
Kian had this shocked look on his face “Chase” he softly murmured “Chase what’s wrong?”
He sounded concerned and it took everything in me to keep my mouth shut “nothing, I’m fine” I felt a tear run down my cheek and I wiped it off with the back of my hand “I’m fine.” I say again. I could hardly even look at him
I open the cabinet and search around for the bottle of Motrin my dad hides behind the seasonings.
Kian is giving me a funny look, but I just briskly walk past him quick and in a hurry and fly up the stairs like a madman.
I closed my door, locked it and sat on my bed and cried for the second time this weekend. Not really because of Kian but because my back was in excruciating pain. I left my bagel on the counter, which really pisses me off.
I take a Motrin and lay down and at some point I think I eventually fell asleep because next thing I know it someone is knocking on my door “Chase” I heard him call softly “Chase, can I come in? I brought you some food”
I willed myself to get out of bed, when I open the door Kian’s standing there holding a bowl of my favorite canned soup in his hands.
“Is that for me?”
