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Rage
Finally we get to fucking leave. This hospital was beginning to make me sick myself. Seeing Melanie try and grow her strength back has been painful and I'm ready to bring her home. To our home.
"Make sure the bandages are regularly changed as well as ointment put on the burns. It will be a while until they become fully healed. I would suggest visiting a doctor back at your home." The doctor said as she read a piece of paper. She handed us a packet of paper work that I now had to fill out and send back eventually. I hate hospitals. Fuck health, they want my money. "The nurse at reception will sign you out." The doctor said before turning and leaving. I scowled at her retreating back before Melanie place a gentle hand on mine.
"Get me out of here. I'm ready to go home." She said. I nodded and helped her stand. Fortunately she had already changed.
Once down in the lobby, I signed her out as fast as possible. I had to sign some bullshit and pay for a food fee. Which I didn't even look at. I just put my card in and walked out. I want to take Melanie home.
Luckily the guys had left me a car. I loaded Melanie in before getting in myself. I took a deep breath in before starting the car. Here we go on a four day drive.
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Fucking eight hours and we've made it to New York. Melanie was watching the scenery out the window. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve me. If she hadn't met me she wouldn't have been burned like that. She wouldn't be in any pain. It's all my fault for letting her go. All my fault for causing her to get the damned tattoo in the first place. Everything is my fault. I should have just left her at that coffee shop. It would have been safer for both of us.
"Dominic?" Her concerned eyes look over at me when she picks up on my anger. My hands were white I was holding the steering wheel so tight. "Why don't we stop to rest? It's nine o'clock." She said. Rest. Right. She needed rest. And food.
I nodded and pulled off at the next town. It happened to be a town with very nice accommodations. I pulled into the most expensive looking hotel hoping they had good room service.
"Dom? What are we doing here? Why don't we stay somewhere cheaper?" Melanie asked. Her voice calming my nerves slightly.
"No, we will rest here." I said. Melanie didn't say anything. She just waited for me to get her door. I grabbed a suitcase from the trunk before handing the keys to a valet. Melanie thanked the man after I walked away. I was not in the mood for formalities.
The lobby was pretty empty. Only a few men dressed in expensive suits lounged around. Fuckers. They probably think they are better than everyone here. I'm sure most of them run business with criminals. Though I can't say much.
"Hello sir, how may I help you?" The woman at the front desk asked. I could tell she was trying to subtly check me out. It wasn't working. I'm sure she's seen enough I candy in the last twelve hours.
"One room, one night." I said. Melanie pulled on my sleeve slightly hinting at something. I sighed. "Please." I grumbled out.
"Perfect. We have one open with a king. Is that alright?" She asked. She flicked her hair across her shoulder. She definitely was trying to get my attention. Does she not she Melanie standing fucking beside me. Clearly this woman thought she was better.
"Perfect." I gritted out. I needed to get Mel rest and food. She was gripping my arm so tight I thought she'd drawn blood. I handed over the right amount of cash. I was not paying with a card that could be traced.
"Heres your keys. Enjoy your stay." The woman smiled and waved. I placed an arm on Melanie's ass as I guided her to the elevator.
"Dom, what are you doing?" Melanie tried to move my hand away. I gave her a little squeeze which caused a very satisfying squeak.
"Floor three, Babygirl." I directed one in the elevator. Melanie gave me an odd look before pressing the button.
"Why did you pick the most expensive hotel and than pay in cash?" Melanie asked. I just shrugged. I wasn't putting Melanie in a hotel with no security. She deserved better. She always did.
Once in the room I made sure Melanie changed into more comfortable sleeping clothes. She was not happy when I decided to help.
"I don't want help!" She tried to push me away. Her arms are still weak and I was very heavy.
"Let me fucking help." I growled out.
"No. I can do it myself. I don't want you to see yet." She said. Now I get it. She's scared I'm going to hate her burns. Fuck that.
I grab her face with both my hands and make her look at me. "Why." I asked. She didn't answer, just closed her eyes. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of her scar. The imperfection that made her perfect.
I made a path of kisses down her scar to her lips where I left a deeper kiss. I kept going down her neck to the top of her bandages. Carefully I lifted her shirt slightly signaling I wanted to take it off. She hesitantly lifted her arms and nodded. After her shirt was off trailed kisses around her bandages wound. I wanted to take care of her. She didn't have to do it alone.
I brought my hand up to her check and caressed her soft skin as my other went to her bra clip. I unclipped it and she shrugged it off. Fuck she was perfect.
I kissed her lips again before kissing down the valley of her breasts. I massaged her breasts gently while my other hand found the edge of her shoulder bandage. Carefully I began lifting it. Her breath hitched as it peeled off her skin. I winced at the wounds. This is all my fault.
"Don't." Melanie flinched away. She didn't want me to see. Pulled her back and continued to remove the bandage. After it was off I realized just exactly wear the tattoo had been.
I didn't say anything. Just stared at it in the mirror of the bathroom. Melanie's breathing was picking up. She was nervous.
I moved her back so she was against the counter. My hands found her hips as I lifted her onto it. As much as these scars reminded me it was my fault she got hurt, I needed to see them all. Help her.
My lips connected with the skin on her neck again as I kissed her burn gently. Now to remove the other two. I found the edge of the other bandage on her right arm and peeled that one off slowly as well. I kissed down her arm to her palm. The next bandage wasn't as bad. The burn was clearly not as bad as the other ones. I grabbed the ointment bottle from beside the sink and put some in my hands. I stood straight up as I carefully massaged it over her wound.
"Dominic, you don't..." I cut Melanie off with a look. It was my responsibility to see she is taken care of. She is my only responsibility right now.
I continued until all her burns were properly covered. I took fresh bandages and covered the burns. It was a good thing I have experience wrapping injuries.
After I was done I kissed her lips gently. They tasted salty. Fuck she was crying.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry Babygirl." I quickly said. Melanie shook her head.
"I just feel emotional." She said. "I love you so much." She said with tears still in her eyes. I didn't like that. I wiped her tears away the best I could. She let out a small laugh. "Dominic I'm not sad." Melanie smiled. I nodded and reached down to rest my nose against her neck. She smelled nice.
I placed a kiss on her neck before pulling away. I was absolutely obsessed with her. I loved her more than I have every loved anyone or anything in my life. She was mine. Just mine.
"Dom, I'm kind of cold." Mel giggled softly. Shit. I forgot she was half naked.
I ran out to the suitcase and grabbed a pair of clean underwear and one of my shirts. She was grateful for the clothes and quickly changed. With my help of course.
The once back out in the room I stripped boxers and waited for Melanie on the bed. I could tell her eyes drifted low as soon as she saw me. Fuck I wish I could, but she needs to heal and I want to do it in our own home.
I ordered food for the both of us, making sure Melanie got something filling. We quickly ate before going to bed. Melanie laid on top of me on her stomach. Her back was too sore to put any pressure on it. Before I fell asleep I listened to her breathing. I'm glad she chose me. I would still be fucked up cutting myself in the corner of the bar.