When we had both gotten to Elijah's bedroom wooden door. He had surprisingly opened it with his hand that was under my legs and pushed it open with his foot. He carried me in and to the armchair gently placing me in a seated position. I furrowed my brows in confusion as he had placed me on a chair even though my back was aching in pain.
How is he going to treat my wounds when I am seated in a damn chair?.
It was freaking killing me right about now. I thought. "Why did you sit me here when you have to treat my wound on my back, dumbass?" I winced as I moved my back stings giving me an uncomfortable feeling.
Elijah chuckled before coming out of the bathroom when I hadn't noticed him entering. As he wraps his arms back around my waist and lifts me up from the armchair and carries me towards the bathroom again.
Once he had me in the bathroom he had put his hands on my shoulders gently pushing me to lean on the sink base with my back facing towards him. I suddenly felt embarrassed in this position somehow as Elijah already had the first aid kit ready and placed supplies on the sink to the side.
Opening it up there was quite some stuff in there that I didn't even know about. It had pliers, alcohol wipes and badges. I stared at the alcohol wipes with widened eyes.
That is gonna sting like a bitch. I thought, as Elijah grabbed the alcohol wipes and unwrapped it from the paper and turned towards me with a small smile. "I need you to pull up your shirt for me, can you do that?" He said, eyeing me as I sort of freaked out a little.
"I-I um." I stumbled over my words before I shook my head in a 'no'. Elijah sighed, "listen, it isn't gonna hurt as much. I promise."
What the heck does he mean by that...
I bit my lip and nodded slightly as Elijah gave me a look and I felt the wipes hit my wound. The stinging pain increased a hundred percent. I flinched away from the sudden sensation of pain as I held back my tears that were already forming.
Elijah cleaned my, now dried up blood from my back from the glass. A massive pain was in the centre of my shoulder blade as I moaned in pain and Elijah looked into the mirror at me as he gave me a look that said 'what me to continue'. I smiled in reply as I put my bottom lip between my teeth and bit it hard to get rid of the pain in my back.
It felt like my flesh was separating from the skin. It felt horrible as goosebumps appeared on my skin. "Sorry there's a piece of glass stuck in there. I will need to have pliers for this. Okay?" He says.
I picked up the pliers with shaky hands and gave them to him. "Just it out, please. It hurts." I winced again as he nodded, taking the pliers in between his fingers. Not noticing the sudden electricity that had just happened when his fingers brushed mine. He was so focused on the piece of glass when time passed by. When he accidentally hit my skin with the pliers, I would flinch as I hissed at him.
"Ow, that hurts." I say jerking away from him gritted my teeth together. Elijah gave me an apologetical smile and with one quick pull of my flesh with the glass. It was out and there was no more pain. Oh thank goodness for that.
I turned around and Elijah had brought the piece of glass up towards my eyesight and my eyes widened at how massive it was. The piece of glass was the size of a freaking peanut, and that was stuck in me. So that's why I was in so much pain. It was a giant piece of glass. Man, it hurt like a moth-
My thoughts were cut off as I noticed that Elijah had stopped what he was doing and was now staring directly at me. "Thank you.." I murmured as we slowly started leaning into each other. Elijah didn't speak a single word as he took a step forward as our lips were almost touching. I feel his warm breath on my lips and no matter how hard my desire to kiss him right there and then, but I didn't have the guts to. No, I couldn't because I couldn't bring myself to do it.
As I thought about my relationship, Elijah possibly might have a girlfriend. It would have felt wrong. Like really, really wrong but possible in a good way. I still couldn't do it. I just can't think about kissing another man when I am still in a relationship. It just doesn't work.
Elijah quickly pulled away and blinked a few times before turning me back around and cleaning the rest of my cuts on my back. When he was done he placed back the first aid kit that he had brought out to clean my wounds with and gave me a small nod and a smile before walking out as he sat in his green armchair.
A breath of relief had slipped out of my mouth. That was weird, but it was good. What I was feeling was it the truth that I actually wanted him to kiss me and let him do whatever he wanted with me. Was that a bad thing or a good thing, or both.
I frustratedly ran my hands through my hair aggressively. What the actual heck was I thinking. As I shook my head to get rid of those horny thoughts. Which was distracting and embarrassing.
What is wrong with me, snapped out of it Anastasia he isn't good for you. Like his muscles in that shirt. No, bad Anastasia gets your thoughts under control unless you want to do something that isn't right.
Damnit. I grind my teeth and lean against the wall and slide down it as I put my head in my hands and shake my head violently to get rid of the thoughts. But it was like it was haunting me to do it and to break up with Adam, maybe I should? And get it over with, he's an Abuser and I can't live my life with an abuser for the rest of my life.
He may land a few hits on me but at least me and Adam will be no more. I am done, for good.