Well, this would be the second time I wake up today. Thank God it's my day off, I would of been totally screwed. Dean and I were spooning much like we did last night. I really need to go to the bathroom, like really bad but I don't want to wake him up. I gently pull his arm up from my waist and slide out the bed placing his hand back on the bed. I tippy-toe backwards to the bathroom watching him as he slept peacefully. I open the door and shut it slowly hearing the creaky noises. As I walked over to the toilet I couldn't help myself to look in the mirror. It was for a split second, but something was different. I turn my head back noticing the large bruises on my shoulders. Oh fuck! I knew there was going to be some redness, but, damn. It wasn't a bruise shaped hand print or anything, but as I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder, on my right shoulder you can definitely see a finger. I sat on the toilet seat resting my hands in my palms. He can't see this, he'll freak and try to leave me again. I sounded like a teenage girl who doesn't want to lose her high school sweat heart. I've honestly never felt so weak and pathetic in my life. I shook my head and stood to my feet. Dean's gunna wake up soon, I gotta cover this shit up fast!
I unzip my makeup bag and searched for anything that could cover up my bruises. I tried to apply concealer, but it didn't do much because I'm white as fuck. I started to throw everything I had to try and cover it up but nothing worked. I probably need to buy something at the store, some special expensive shit I don't know, all I know is that I need to hide them fast. I hear light footsteps gradually getting louder.
"Paige, I hope you're naked cause I'm comin in!" Dean yells through the door. I immediately face the door as it opened standing still unable to cover myself since I don't have a shirt. Dean walks in looking right to left and noticing me. His grin disappeared when he saw how bad my bruises were. I started to shake after crossing my arms to cover my breasts unable to move my feet. He slowly walked towards me and examined my shoulders with his eyes.
"I...uh...I'm so-" I wrap my arms around his body interrupting him so he couldn't finish. I knew he was going to apologize, he always does. I pulled him tight to me but he refused to hug me back. He hardly moved.
"Dean, it's okay, I'm fine. Really I am." Shortly after finishing he shakes his head. I pull my head away and press my lips to his pulling his face down to mine. Dean kissed me at first but gently pushed me away still shaking his head.
"No. That's not gunna fix this."
"I know Dean, I don't car-"
"Don't lie to me...I hate liars." He muttered to me.
"So is that what I am? A liar?" I say angrily sassing my head to him.
"Paige..." He said quietly.
"No, don't 'Paige' me, you're callin me a liar! So, I'm sorry you hate me."
"I don't hate you Paige I just don't want you to lie to me to keep me around. I'll stay if you want, cause hell I want to stay too. Don't lie to yourself. If you're not okay, I'd understand. Just like if you don't wanna see me anymore I'll get that too."
"You think that because you got angry and took it out on me, that I'm going to leave you? Dean, I begged you to stay, and I always will. A normal girl might of walked out and would of done all the things you said, but I'm not normal. You know I'm not. I don't run when things get tuff so don't expect me to leave anytime soon got it?" Dean raised his eyebrows at me in a bit of shock. He took a deep breath and looked down to the floor placing his hands on his hips. He stayed in that position for about a minute or two before he looked back up at me. I gave him a blank look trying to hide the fear I felt. I really didn't want him to walk away from me and continue this cycle. He nodded his head to me as he took several steps towards me. I looked up to him with soft smile before I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body closer to mine. He held my elbows with his hands and kissed the top of my head to comfort me. I couldn't feel anything other than the overloading hapiness I felt with my arms around him and his arms around mine. It's undescribable, but I know it's the best feeling in the world.