A Little Bit Married

Triggered Scars

The water suddenly stopped pouring, and I looked up to the last bits of water, my lips parting. My scars have finally come forth, and now... I don't know how to handle them anymore. I don't know how to feel anymore.

Everything suddenly went silent, and I pulled my knees to me, my hands wrapping around them, my chest heaving hard. I swallowed, closing my eyes, my body slightly trembling from the cold and fear.

It felt like I was losing something in the silence. Like I was losing something in the quietness. Everything and everyone outside that door seemed to have disappeared, and I felt like I was falling down a bottomless pit all alone.

"Angeline," came Gray's voice, piercing through that pit of darkness and offering much more than he probably knew he was offering. I turned to the door, my hand resting on it, my eyes wide.

It felt so awfully close. Like I could smell him. Like I could feel his hand against mine. Like I could feel his touch working on the cracks left upon my soul.

"Are you in there, Angeline?" His voice was a soft whisper, and it brought tears to my eyes, faster than anything else ever had.

"Can you hear me?" He asked again, and it felt like I could feel his hand stroking the door like he would stroke my hand. "Can you open the door? Can you come out to me?"

I swallowed. I had locked the door and the keys... I turned, losing around frantically for the keys. They were gone. No keys.

My eyes widened as I stood up, tears choking me, my hand shaky. It felt like everything was crashing down on me, and I was unable to reach out to the one hand that I could trust.

"If you can't open it," he said, his voice still low. "Please move away from the door, and I will break it down."

I nodded, then slowly moved away from the door, my chest heaving hard. I didn't stop moving till my back hit the cold wall on the far end of the door, my eyes fixed on the door.

"I trust you are not close to the door anymore. I am breaking it down."

I nodded, sniffing hard. I hated that he would have to come see me like this. Scared. Wet. Broken. I hated that the image of a strong woman that he used to have would suddenly be ruined by this, and I hated it.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as the door started to move, pushing the edges inwards. I could feel the reverberation as he pushed the door hard, hitting with all his might till the door finally gave way.

The hinges broke, and the door fell with a massive thud inward, the water that had filled the floor splashing around.

I looked up, and Gray was on the other side of the door, his eyes wide as he took me in. He was still in the same pristine suit he had been wearing, the one he had looked extremely good in, but his hair was dishevelled, and he had blood on the edge of collar.

"Angeline," he said slowly, his brows furrowing with worry.

Before I could let my inhibitions decide for me, I found myself covering the distance to him, tears filling my eyes again, my chesg heaving hard.

He didn't let me go all the way, and he covered the distance to me, his arms wrapping conveniently around me, his hand coming up to my head to bring me to rest on his shoulder.

I couldn't cry despite how close the tears were, and it all just felt so wrong. Why did we have to go through all of this? We weren't even solving any. Life was just throwing these puzzles our way without even checking in to see if we could still handle it.

"Gray," I said, my voice low and shaky, my hands balled into fists on his chest.

"Let me get you out of here," he whispered, then leaned, his hand going under my knees as he carried me bridal style in his arms. I looked at the room once.

Victoria was in a corner, shaking hard, a bloody scissors in her hand, two security guards struggling to get her out of her bundle. The assistant interviewer, her grandfather, and a few others were all standing by, their gaze solemn, like they knew Victoria was now beyond salvation.

I buried my face in Gray's neck, my eyes closing as I inhaled his scent, my fingers gripping his shirt tight. I let out a small sigh as we walked away, leaving the nightmare of an interview behind us, yet carrying the scars it had triggered.