Slowly she worked the knots out of his lower back trying her hardest to ignore when her fingertips brushed over one of the many scars upon his back. Some she had even treated the best she could when he had shown up hurt and refused to go to the hospital. She longed to ask just where they came from, but past experiences taught her that it was no use to ask him. He would never answer her. Her fingers brushed over a couple of scars that were clustered together. "I got that one when I was twelve. My dad threw a glass at me for making too much noise while I was playing in the sprinklers in the backyard." She nearly jumped when he first had spoken. She had thought he had fallen asleep. In fact, that had been the aim of giving him the back massage in the first place since upon his arrival here it appeared to her that he hadn't slept in days. Something about the tone of his voice also worried her. Just what had happened to him in these past few days?
Her fingers ran over another one and he spoke once again, "That one was because he found out one of the checks mom wrote bounced and when he went after her I got in between them."
"Is something wrong?" she asked her voice almost a whisper afraid she may end up chasing him off and while he didn't speak she could feel his muscles tense so she knew there was. She did not say anything she just continued to work out the knots in his back. She felt him begin to move beneath her hands so she leaned back as he sat up. He turned towards her and laid his forehead against her shoulder.
"Five days ago he had a heart attack. Mom called me up in a panic as she was following the ambulance to the hospital and she wanted me there. I only went because she wanted me too, but I stayed the entire time with her and last night he had another one. This time he didn't recover from it," he told her.
She wasn't sure just what to say to what he had just told her. The man who had just died was the reason her love was covered in so many scars. It was also true that if it wasn't for that man, his father, he would not be here now. So because she could not think of just what to say she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him tightly and would do so for as long as he would allow her.
Slowly, but surely theses masks they have created where starting to crack...
Her fingers ran over another one and he spoke once again, "That one was because he found out one of the checks mom wrote bounced and when he went after her I got in between them."
"Is something wrong?" she asked her voice almost a whisper afraid she may end up chasing him off and while he didn't speak she could feel his muscles tense so she knew there was. She did not say anything she just continued to work out the knots in his back. She felt him begin to move beneath her hands so she leaned back as he sat up. He turned towards her and laid his forehead against her shoulder.
"Five days ago he had a heart attack. Mom called me up in a panic as she was following the ambulance to the hospital and she wanted me there. I only went because she wanted me too, but I stayed the entire time with her and last night he had another one. This time he didn't recover from it," he told her.
She wasn't sure just what to say to what he had just told her. The man who had just died was the reason her love was covered in so many scars. It was also true that if it wasn't for that man, his father, he would not be here now. So because she could not think of just what to say she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him tightly and would do so for as long as he would allow her.
Slowly, but surely theses masks they have created where starting to crack...
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