There’s strong muscle around me, arms gripping tight, warm skin on mine as I try like crazy to fight
back; completely lost in my internal darkness and the memories of shadows and pain, so much pain. I
can hear someone screaming, yelling, but it’s so far and disconnected from me that I can’t even begin
to find them or where it’s coming from. So completely consumed in the fight to keep myself from being
broken all over again with no hope of escape this time.
Like a flash of light, a trickle of lucidity, I’m suddenly on the floor with weight on top of me, trying to
restrain the arms against every part of me, fighting tooth and nail while tears pour down my face.
“No, NO … NOOO!” I’m screaming hysterically. I am the noise I could hear so far away, it was me; I
was the screaming girl in the distance who sounded like she was being savaged by dogs. It snaps me
into instant silence, then whimpering as I realize I’m not back in that dark room with the rancid air
around me, suffocating me. Encased in strong arms and solid steel restraints made of muscle that
aren’t actually hurting me at all. I sob and gasp and take a moment to fully come around, from hell to
here as lights begin to trickle into my self-inflicted darkness.
The walls recede then cave back in as I stumble mentally, darkness taking control again as I panic, and
I am no longer aware of what’s happening once again. All I am is the sheer terror and fear and crippling
suffocation of an attack, face soaked, and coughing so much I start retching, still fighting hard to save
myself from a pain I never want to go back to. I can’t let that ever happen to me again, I won’t let
anyone do that to me.
I’ll fight. I’ll always fight.
“Sophie, baby … come back to me. Please stop. Sophie, I’m sorry. Baby, look at me, were home,
you’re safe, it’s me. Listen to my voice. No one is going to hurt you. I swear.” Arrick’s strained voice
comes at me through the haze, torn and gentle. Raw with emotion. My real Arry’s voice, that calming
wave of security, not the monster who tried to hurt me back there in the dark. Holding me down, his
nose comes to mine softly, trying to pull me out, as I wriggle and fight off my attacker in various stages
of memory that makes me blind to my reality. Lost in being held down and beaten into submission,
unwilling to ever yield, to ever let him take me.
“No, no … no means NO.” I sob over and over, fighting until my limbs go weak and I can’t fight
anymore, my brain letting go of the dark cloud that’s keeping me locked inside my head as exhaustion
drains every ounce of me. His face comes into soft focus so all I can see are hazel and green eyes,
bringing me back into the light, calming the craziness of my head enough to bring me back slowly.
Appearing above me like a sudden awakening from a terrible nightmare. I can barely breathe, panting
and gasping hard, choking on my tears in my furious rigidity as I strain my limbs to keep him at bay
“Please stop, look at me…. We’re not back in Illinois. Sophie, were in Manhattan, you’re in my
apartment, baby. You’re safe…. Breathe, slow and steady, breathe with me; listen to me. Focus on my
voice and breathe…” His soothing tone comes through the panic once more, connecting to me on
some level and I lose all resolve. Fight in me dying as fatigue overtakes me and I realize I am held tight
in his arms. His muscles, his strength as he holds me taut, so my body is immobile. Gasping and
shoving with all my might and strangling myself with the inability to catch my breath. I inhale heavily, as
my surroundings start to take shape and cough at the sudden rush of air that makes me feel like I might
be sick.
“Don’t.” I croak brokenly, not even sure why I say it, eyes screwing shut as pain consumes my soul.
Only realizing I’m still on the floor of Arrick’s apartment when I lose all ounces of strength and finally
give up the fight. Coming to, aware of the hard wood beneath me, cold and solid and very real. Starting
to get my bearings once more as I flick my eyes open, sniffing hard, still struggling to catch my breath
and the familiar apartment comes into view.
Arrick looks completely devastated, holding my wrists and body solidly with every part of his, even my
feet are pinned with his legs, to control my violent outburst. His eyes full of moisture, his face scratched
and he has blood on his bottom lip, a handprint across his cheek. I don’t remember doing that to him,
but his heavy breathing suggests he has had a hell of a battle to control me and restrain me, and the
way he is holding me down means he has tried to stop me from hurting myself again, like I used to. I
know him, this isn’t the first time he’s had to help me when I was trapped in the past and lashing crazily.
“I’m sorry, baby. Sophie, look at me. It’s me. It’s Arry. I would never hurt you that way. I’m sorry, so very
sorry...” He moves slowly, bringing his nose to mine. I flinch away, still caught in another place of
darkness and rage in parts of my mind and stare at him with sheer big-eyed mistrust, fresh tears rolling
down my face as I recoil. His expression crumbles, unconcealed heartbreak waves over that face that I
love so much normally, but right now I can’t connect the two.
“I’m going to let you go now … Just stay calm, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He swallows hard and
very slowly takes the iron grip from my wrists as he moves his dead weight from on top of me.
Carefully, cautiously untangling his limbs, painfully slowly, so that I can have control of myself back.
As soon as there’s the relief of pressure and the weight lifting, I move with rapid speed and newfound
strength, skating backwards on hands and butt until my back hits a solid surface and slams me to a
halt, staring at my attacker in terror. I curl up into a ball at the foot of the couch, my back pressed hard
against it, eyes wide, watching him like a scared animal caught in headlights. In this frame of mind, I
trust no one, no one gets to touch me, and I am barely here. Ready to lash out and defend myself
again, ready to take on any cruel hands or naked flesh which wants to defile me over and over. I retch
as I cough back vomit, swallowing down the tears and panic and try to regulate my breathing from
hysterical panting. My fingers gripped around my legs, so I can be as small as possible and hide from
the approaching shadows. My nails bite my own skin with the ferocity I hold myself in.
Arrick lifts defensive palms and sits back on his haunches, breathing rapidly, his eyes never leaving
mine, so devastated. It claws at my defenses a little, pulls me an inch closer to reality and away from
the foggy dreamlike state I’m halfway in and out of.
“I’m not going to touch you. I swear. I’ll stay over here if that’s what you need.” He sits down lower on
the ground, keeping his distance. All I can do is obsessively watch his every movement, flinching, body
alert in panic mode, ready to run as soon as I regain enough strength to do so. Knowing how important
it is to stay tight until I can get enough energy and strength back. Curling my legs against me harder
and closed up so no one can get in without fighting me first. Wrapping my arms around them
protectively to shield exposed skin from unwanted touch, crossing my ankles over my most sacred
parts as a barrier. I stare at him, cowering inside my own head, battling to get free of the darkness that
is trying to pull me back into insanity.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby. I can’t… I’m not him … I would never do that to you.” Arrick’s voice
breaks and his eyes well up. All I can do is try and reel my mind back to where I am, what’s happening
to me and start to cry silently again; more gently and less hysterical as the realization comes crashing
in that I’m really here and not there. That this isn’t a dream, that I am sat in Arry’s safe and familiar
apartment on the floor, surrounded by broken things that were knocked and pushed in the struggle he
obviously had. I blink awake slowly, aware I probably just attacked Arry of all people as he comes into
focus and I start to really to see him.
His mouth is bleeding, his neck and wrist have ugly scratches that have broken the surface to draw
blood in places. There are other red marks which may bruise as they come out, his shirt is torn at one
shoulder and there’s blood droplets from gouges under the thin material gaping open, He has a
darkening mark over his eyebrow which pans down the side of his face alongside his eye, a tiny sliver
of a cut on his lip too. He looks like he took on a cat and lived to tell the tale, yet I am completely
unhurt, unscathed.
Despite my hell hath no fury lashing out, fighting for my life, he must have only restrained me and
pulled me down to hold me tight. There isn’t one tiny mark on me. I feel nothing in terms of injury, pain,
or bruises or even where he held me tight; there’s not a sign of redness. This fact makes me even
more desolate about what I have done to him and I sob as reality finally fully connects. Intolerable guilt
crashing through me at a hundred miles an hour like a lead weight now that I’m finally coming back to
reality.
“No means No!” I whisper robotically, like a calming chant that I used to repeat to myself over and over,
un-focusing my eyes to concentrate on the blur of my tears and rock gently to soothe my agony.
Locked inside my head to find my own calm. When I needed somewhere else to go and endure what
was happening, this is how I did it. It’s nonsensical, but it brings me a sense of control.
“You’re right … No means No … It will always mean No, baby. No one has a right to ever do anything
to you that you don’t want. I will never cross that line, never make you afraid again. I’m sorry.” Arrick
soothes at a distance, raising his brows in the most heart-wrenching sign of regret, his voice wobbling
with the emotion he is trying hard to keep in check, but I can only feel the deafening pain of my heart
pounding through my head. Holed up tight within me, protecting my body. Poised like a timid animal in
a trap.
He slowly, apprehensively, moves towards me on his knees a little, and freezes when I immediately
tense up. I’m still perched on the edge of a knife, trying to calm myself and get a grip on reality. I’m not
with him fully, not yet. Instincts and senses not fully recoiled.
“I’m not going to touch you. I swear. I just want to check you’re not hurt and that it’s my blood on your
face.” Arrick’s eyes move to my cheek and I lift my fingers to where he’s focused, wiping something wet
and look to the red stain on my fingertips in complete shock. It’s like a smear of shame, a huge slap in
the face of what I have done, and I break into a million pieces, uttering a soft wail, that I have his blood
on my face, like some wild rabid animal that would wound him.
A horrible, cruel, evil, impulsive girl who could physically hurt him that way, injure my protector, my soul
and reason for living. I start sobbing harder and bury my face in my knees brokenly. Unable to look at
him, so ashamed of this little bitch who lives inside of me eternally, her need to always lash out and
hurt people, even when they try to love her.
“Sophie, let me look. Let me see. I won’t touch you, just let me see.” His soft voice, trembling badly, is
over the top of me now, pleading, begging, his body heat caging me in. He moves in around me, trying
to angle in to look at me with his hands on the floor so he doesn’t physically touch me and yet also
trying to give me space and not cross the barrier I have placed around myself. I flicker my eyes up,
heart breaking and needing more than ever to feel, back in his arms where dirty awful things don’t
happen to me, where I know he won’t let anything bad happen to me.
I reach out impulsively, launch and lasso myself around his neck, crying into his chest as his arms
come around me tightly, pulling me into his lap as he buries his face in my hair securely and cradles my
head against him protectively.
“I’m sorry, baby. So fucking sorry. I will never scare you like that again, I don’t know what I was thinking.
Forgive me, Mimmo. I love you so much, Sophie, I would never do anything like that to you, I couldn’t
hurt you that way, for anything. I’m a fucking asshole.” His voice is torn, ravaged with emotion, there’s
moisture on his cheek as I find his face to rub against mine, trying to wrap him around me like the
security I always need. Aching to forget the darkness and find the light once more. Unravelling
completely.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Don’t hate me…. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t.” I sound like a broken child,
vulnerable and small, wiping my face clumsily with the back of my knuckles, and crying when I see
more blood smeared across them. Unable to face what I’ve done to him and breaking my heart at the
same time. So much remorse washing through me, shame, regret at everything I’ve done.
“Shh … don’t, baby, please. Here … let me see.” He tilts my chin up to him, brushing back my hair and
scrutinizes my face, wiping his fingers over me and removing traces of blood from across my cheek.
His eyes intent on searching my face and neck and the relief which washes over him is undeniable.
“It’s mine … Thank God.” He sighs heavily, squeezing me in forcefully, emotion flooding his beautiful,
angelic face, eyes filled with unshed tears. “I would never forgive myself if I made you bleed. I would
never hurt you. I never want to hurt you.” He rests his forehead against mine, breathing me in as we
both sit and try to regain equilibrium, still locked together on the floor and oblivious to anything but each
other, wrapped tight and entangled almost unnaturally.
“Sex doesn’t matter, Sophie. It never did. I will be with you, love you, always, even if we never go down
this route again. I don’t need it, I just need you. I didn’t leave her because of that. I left her because I
didn’t love her anymore, if I ever really loved her at all. I was … I am, in love with you, in a way that
doesn’t even compare, and I want to be with you, only you.” Arrick pulls my face to him so he can press
us close, eyes locked, wiping my face still and trying to reassure me. Ever loving and back to the guy
that I trust and adore. Bringing some silence to my ravaged brain. I’m exhausted, wiped out and so
very shaky and fragile. Like the rug has been ripped out from under my feet and left me free falling.
“Don’t hate me.” I croak through tears, scared that I will lose him for doing this to him. His words lost on
me while all I can see is the evidence of how I attacked him; hating that I could do that to him. Fingers
move up impulsively to try and trace the wounds I gave him, but he catches my hand, sucking in his lip
to remove the flow of blood and pushes my hand to his heart instead.
“I could never hate you, Sophs. I made you do this, you have nothing to be sorry for. Never be sorry for
protecting yourself, even from me. I’ve had a lot worse from being in the ring, I’m tough enough to take
anything you can throw at me, baby.” He leans in and kisses me gently on the forehead then moves to
my mouth grazing his lips over mine. I taste his blood, but it doesn’t affect me the way that slimy prick
from months ago did. His blood made me gag and feel disgusting. Arrick’s tastes like my blood, tastes
like nothing that would repulse me, a part of him that doesn’t affect me. I let him kiss me again as
though he too needs the reassurance. I can’t respond though and pull my hands free to trace the marks
on his face when he moves away.
“Don’t … I deserve them and more.” Arrick pushes his forehead to mine as he lifts me with him steadily,
gathering me up, cradling me like a child and carries me towards his room, holding me close, tenderly.
He walks us into the bedroom and gently lays me on the bed, running a hand over my hair as he gives
me an intense look. Pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing it aside as I watch him in silence,
tears subsiding as he grabs a fresh T-shirt and pulls that on over the claw marks evident on his
shoulder and chest. He moves me over, so he can get on beside me and pulls me close to him once
more, his heat absorbing me and cradling me into his body gently.
“I’m sorry.” He runs a hand across my face and wipes away my tears, holding my face to his, an arm
around my waist and keeps me close. I’m drained so suddenly like there’s nothing left of me and I’m
starting to numb it all out like a dream that never really happened. Emotional exhaustion taking over.
“I’m so tired.” I whisper breathily, wiped out from the outburst and aching to lie in his arms and close my
eyes, forget all of it. To let go of any of this shameful bullshit I just inflicted on him.
“It’s okay, go to sleep. I’m right here. I’ll take care of you, always watch over you so you can stay safe.”
Arrick kisses my forehead softly, gently tracing my cheek with his caressing fingers. I close my eyes
against his throat, held tight and secure in the only place that ever felt like a real haven for me, even if
minutes ago I thought he was someone else.
I bury my face against his strong neck and breathe in the smell of him, the familiarity of his skin against
me and the perfection of his encircling embrace. Finally, safe, finally calm and I never want to lose this
moment of complete stillness to go back there ever again.
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